Chapter 113: Eastern Heretic, Western Venom
The large boat drew near, and Wanyan Kang and Ouyang Ke, standing at the bow, saw Peng Lianhu in peril, surrounded and attacked by several people.
Wanyan Kang quickly bowed to Senior Ouyang: “Senior Ouyang, Mr. Peng is in danger, please lend him a hand.”
Ouyang Ke said: “Uncle, the village chief Peng is the one holding the Judge’s Brush. Those people are also the murderers who assassinated the Prince.”
The Western Venom, Ouyang Feng, however, had his gaze fixed on Zhou Yan.
His eyesight was incredibly sharp; after Zhou Yan had only thrown a few spears, he accurately identified the opponent as the person who had protected the old beggar on the long street in Zhongdu, the one wearing the Kitchen God Mask at the time.
The old beggar had even called that person “kid” back then, so it was possible his disciples and grandchildren might also be skilled. The young man’s spear techniques were extraordinary, and in time, it was not impossible for him to surpass Ke’er.
Being connected to the beggar, how could such a rising star be allowed to live?
The Western Venom, Ouyang Feng, thought this, his gaze swept left and right, finally settling on the anchor rope.
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Zhu Cong’s fan unfolded for a moment, like an umbrella spinning in the air. Peng Lianhu’s vision was suddenly disrupted, and Zhu Cong’s Separate Tendons and Dislocate Bones technique landed on his shoulder.
The Thousand Hand Butcher shifted his position. Han Xiaoying’s longsword and Quan Jinfu’s scale rod attacked from left and right. He pointed his Judge’s Brush left and right, and with a “clang,” Han Xiaoying’s longsword was knocked away. Quan Jinfu’s moves with the scale rod were ever-changing; both the hook and the weights flew out simultaneously. Even with Peng Lianhu’s vast experience, he had never seen such strange weapons and exclaimed, “What is this thing? Is something used in the marketplace worthy of being a weapon!”
Quan Jinfu replied, “This scale of mine is precisely to weigh you, you skinny pig!”
Peng Lianhu was furious. As he lunged forward, a “buzzing” sound of a spear reached his ears. Zhou Yan and Guo Jing’s two large spears whistled towards him.
“If you have the guts, duel me,” Peng Lianhu retreated repeatedly, shouting.
Guo Jing remained silent, thrusting his spear forward. “Walking Tiger Step,” “Incense Stick to the Heavens,” his spear tip flashed, aiming directly for Peng Lianhu’s throat.
Zhou Yan’s iron spear, carrying a violent trembling sound, lunged towards Peng Lianhu’s chest.
The Thousand Hand Butcher retreated madly. With a “bang,” he was struck on the shoulder by Quan Jinfu’s scale rod. Enraged, he threw his Judge’s Brush backhand.
Quan Jinfu flipped backward and rolled away. In that momentary distraction, Zhou Yan’s large spear suddenly disappeared from Peng Lianhu’s sight, then reappeared from another direction.
The intense spear sound vibrated his eardrums. The Yue Family Spear Technique’s killing move, “Desert Solitude Smoke,” like a dragon leaping and a tiger pouncing, its spear edge “poofed” precisely on Peng Lianhu’s side of the skull, blood blooming at the spear tip.
In Guo Jing’s sight, red blood and black hair sprayed several feet high.
What exquisite spearplay, Guo Jing retracted his spear, praising inwardly. The next moment, he heard his Seventh Master’s shout, “Benefactor, be careful, the anchor!”
Zhou Yan’s figure shot up into the air, and a heavy iron anchor weighing tens of pounds landed with a “bang,” sending wooden planks flying.
Ouyang Feng’s figure suddenly appeared on the large boat.
The Western Venom, bare-handed, used his internal energy to propel his wide sleeves. In the dim moonlight obscured by smoke, his two sleeves became like several iron fans spread open. With several “bang bang bang” sounds, Zhu Cong’s iron fan and Quan Jinfu’s scale rod were sent flying.
With a “clang!”, Han Xiaoying’s longsword snapped into two pieces. The Western Venom’s figure rose like a giant night owl and descended towards Zhou Yan, who was standing on the crossbeam of the large boat.
Before Zhou Yan could think, he leaped behind the sail and thrust his spear out with a swish.
Amidst the dust, in his sight, the entire sailcloth exploded as if torn by thousands of dragons. The spear edge passed over Ouyang Feng’s head, and the Western Venom had already closed in.
With two “pa pa” sounds, Zhou Yan’s feet struck the mast, and his body shot backward like an arrow.
In his peripheral vision, Ouyang Feng violently shook his sleeves backward.
With a “poof,” large swathes of the Western Venom’s sleeves flew out like butterflies. The Eastern Heretic, in his green robe, landed on another mast and sail. In Zhou Yan’s sight, the smoke was rippled by the stones struck by the Eastern Heretic’s peerless skill, “Finger Flicking Divine Skill.”
White and green figures flitted up and down like two large birds, accompanied by clanging metallic sounds and clear voices.
“Brother Yao, I trust you are well.”
“The Old Venomous has emerged from seclusion.”
“Brother Yao, why do you block me?”
Huang Yaoshi did not mention at all that Zhou Yan had a connection with Hong Qigong and had sent him a message.
“Seeing the Old Venomous, I am delighted. Let us spar a few moves.”
Ouyang Feng chuckled deeply, revealing his white teeth, “Very good.”
He said this, but in his heart he thought, protected by the beggar and Huang Laoxie, this brat will be Ke’er’s great enemy in the future. When I find an opportunity, I will take his life.
Zhou Yan naturally understood that Huang Yaoshi did not yet know Huang Rong was at Guiyun Manor. The Eastern Heretic’s intervention was because of the information Zhou Yan had given him about Huang Rong’s whereabouts by the Jingzhou riverside.
Huang Yaoshi taught him cultivation techniques, saying he owed no debt, but he also did not wish to see him perish at the hands of the Western Venom.
He inwardly thought how dangerous it was. His gaze swept around, seeing more and more small boats from the Taihu Lake Water Village approaching, and people were continuously jumping into the lake to sabotage the large boats of Lin’an Prefecture and the Jin Dynasty.
A little further away, a general holding a steel knife stood at the bow of a boat, with two Imperial City Guard swift runners beside him. The general shouted, “Water ghosts are sabotaging the boats, fire arrows!”
That must be Duan Tiande. Zhou Yan thought this, walked a few steps, and his Fine Steel Spear suddenly flew out, spanning seven or eight zhang and landing on the mast.
With a “snap,” the mooring rope broke, and the sails of the large boat where Ouyang Ke and others were located fell like a dark cloud.
“To catch the thief, first catch the king.”
As Zhou Yan turned and sprinted fiercely, he heard Zhu Cong say, “Jing’er, cut the anchor rope.”
“Alright, Second Master.”
Han Xiaoying and Zhu Cong followed closely behind Zhou Yan.
Their lightness skills were not bad, and Zhou Yan’s Golden Goose Skill was even more extraordinary. The three moved swiftly, stepping on the canopies of fishing boats or lightly touching small boats, and in this way, they reached Duan Tiande’s large boat.
Duan Tiande was greatly alarmed, “Fire arrows, fire arrows!”
“Benefactor, Seventh Sister, get on the boat.” Zhu Cong, who was behind Zhou Yan, spoke, then suddenly raised his hands, launching Bone Piercing Nails and Money Darts in rapid succession.
Duan Tiande danced his long saber, constantly retreating. The archers beside him were hit by the hidden weapons and rolled around like gourds.
Zhou Yan silently rose ten feet in the smoke, landing on the bow first. In his vision, the Imperial City Guard swift runners attacked with sabers. He picked up a steel saber dropped by a soldier.
The saber light swept out almost grazing the ground. He used “Night Battle in All Directions,” a move learned from the Head Escort Wang Kui, on the swift runner’s calf. The opponent’s body lowered, and blood gushed out like a waterfall.
Zhou Yan struck the ground with his left hand, leaping up with the rebound force. The steel saber in his hand chopped down on another swift runner, each blow heavier than the last.
Amidst dense clanging sounds of metal on metal, the swift runner’s saber flew out of his hand. A shocking rain of blood exploded like fireworks with the descent of Zhou Yan’s saber moves.
Han Xiaoying also landed on the bow at this time. She was skilled in the Yue Maiden Swordplay, but using a saber against ordinary soldiers was no problem. As the woman in green’s saber light drew blood lines, Zhou Yan had already reached Duan Tiande.
“Ah!” Duan Tiande lunged forward, his courage failing him.
Before his steel saber was even in the air, Zhou Yan knocked him to the ground with a sweeping kick.
With a “bang,” his helmet rolled away. Zhou Yan raised his hand and brought down his saber, the edge resting at his neck.
“I ask you, what is your name, and are you the Imperial Envoy sent to guide the Jin soldiers?”
“Your subordinate is Duan Tiande. I was merely following orders. Hero, spare my life.”
Zhu Cong also leaped onto the bow at this time. His mind buzzed.
“Duan Tiande, what a familiar name.”
