The Legend of the Condor Heroes: From Being Expelled from Peach Blossom Island

Chapter 561 Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison, Dies

In the battle between the new Eastern Heretic and the old Western Poison, Ouyang Feng was completely at a disadvantage. He knew that he could not afford to lose this battle and had no choice but to fight desperately.

Faced with this relentless and frenzied attack, Wu Chengyu remained both as steady as a rock and as agile as water.

Every joint and every inch of his body transformed into the most lethal and efficient weapon at this moment!
With her palms flying like butterflies flitting among flowers, the Dragon-Capturing Hand is not just for neutralizing the opponent's attacks; as the name suggests, this move is never intended for defense.

What is meant by the balance of strength and gentleness? Wu Chengyu sometimes unleashed powerful and sweeping palm strikes, his palm force erupting like lava, directly confronting Ouyang Feng's Toad Stance and causing Ouyang Feng to suffer repeated setbacks.

Sometimes, his five fingers would deftly touch the wrist of that cunning serpentine finger shadow, like plucking flowers or brushing willows. He would either make a quick touch and then leave, diverting the opponent's force and causing them to return empty-handed, or he would use techniques to dislocate tendons and bones, cut off acupoints and seize pulses.

Shoulders and elbows are like heavy siege hammers!
As Ouyang Feng closed in and attempted to lock his joints, Wu Chengyu lowered his shoulder and turned sideways, his shoulder blade as hard as iron, slamming into Ouyang Feng's vulnerable ribs with a dull whistling sound, forcing Ouyang Feng to hastily change his move and defend.

Knees and legs like steel whips that can split rocks!
Ouyang Feng's lower leg technique swept in viciously, but Wu Chengyu neither dodged nor avoided it. His knee, as if equipped with a mechanism, rose and thrust forward with lightning speed, his calf muscles bulging and bulging, colliding head-on with immense force!
With a loud "bang!", Ouyang Feng, whose physical strength was far inferior to Wu Chengyu's, felt as if his shinbone was about to crack, and his attack faltered.

But Wu Chengyu's leg shadows followed closely, sometimes slashing down like a knife or axe, the force cutting into faces; sometimes sweeping across like a steel whip, swirling up pebbles and withered grass on the ground, with great force and weight.

There aren't many powerful leg techniques in The Legend of the Condor Heroes. The most famous one is Huang Yaoshi's Whirlwind Sweeping Leaf Kick, which is inherited from the Murong family's Gale Kick. It made many great achievements for Wu Chengyu in the early stages of his martial arts training and should not be underestimated.

Even the twisting of the waist and hips contains the power to shatter mountains and split rocks!
Just as Ouyang Feng's poisonous claws were about to grip his neck, Wu Chengyu suddenly twisted his waist and spun around, releasing all the power in his body like a tightly wound giant bow. The rotation of his waist and hips propelled his elbows, and a fierce and unparalleled counter-elbow smashed towards Ouyang Feng's face like an iron pestle!

Forced to retreat hastily, Ouyang Feng was left with stinging marks from the strong wind on his face.

Every strike is exquisite, without fixed moves, yet it perfectly embodies the most direct, effortless, and efficient methods of defeating the enemy.

The body is the most perfect arsenal; every move is a deadly weapon.

When powerful, it is like a volcanic eruption, sweeping away everything in its path; when gentle, it is like a silkworm spinning silk, entwining and transforming its strength.

Wu Chengyu's fighting style, every move and style comes from some kind of divine skill, but it transcends the boundaries of moves. Under the pragmatic mindset, it is the ultimate combat skill that has been tempered in several life-and-death battles.

"Bang! Crack! Sizzle!"

The sounds of bodies colliding, palms whistling, and clothes tearing, as dense as rain, echoed continuously in the deathly silent night.

The poisonous gas inherent in Ouyang Feng's internal energy began to spread as the two men's turbulent internal energies stirred it, forcing the onlookers to retreat continuously.

By this point in the fight, Wu Chengyu's clothes had inevitably been torn in several places by the fierce finger and claw attacks, but the exposed skin did not even have any shallow bloodstains, at most some purplish marks, which could not even be considered a minor injury.

In contrast, Ouyang Feng's breathing was noticeably heavy and rapid, the veins on his forehead bulged like earthworms, and his white robe was stained with dust and grass clippings, making him look somewhat disheveled.

On his dark palms, faint traces of blood seeped from his knuckles—marks left from the shockwaves of countless hard-hitting blows against Wu Chengyu's body, which was as tough as steel!
The onlookers were all mesmerized, their pupils reflecting the breathtaking battle unfolding before them, every exquisite exchange of offense and defense crystal clear.

When Ma Yu, who was the most knowledgeable person in the arena, saw Wu Chengyu deflect the palm strike with his shoulder, break through the leg attack with his knee, and launch a fatal counterattack with the twisting power of his waist and hips, he exclaimed: "His whole body is a weapon, his offense and defense are perfectly integrated... wonderful."

By this time, more than a hundred moves had passed. Sweat beaded on Ouyang Feng's forehead, and his breathing was like that of a broken bellows. The madness in his eyes had been replaced by a deeper, more anxious and furious shock.

Since he became famous, he had never fought so humiliatingly. Back in the Mount Hua Sword Tournament, Wang Chongyang used his innate realm to exert absolute suppression, and Ouyang Feng and others were defeated quickly, far from being as miserable as they were now.

Wu Chengyu was like a boulder sunk to the deepest part of the sea, unmoved by the raging waves, and the force of his counterattack grew heavier and heavier.

A terrifying feeling grew in Ouyang Feng's heart. He felt as if he was being dragged into an abyss by the other party's power, like a trapped beast stuck in the mud. Most importantly, Ouyang Feng was certain of one thing: this young man did not seem to have used his full strength yet.

"Roar—!" The extreme pressure and humiliation completely ignited the ferocity and madness in Ouyang Feng's bones.

He let out a superhuman roar, pulled his palms back to his chest, and his fingernails instantly turned as black as ink, with strands of condensed dark green poisonous gas coiling around them like living things.

His muscles cracked and popped again, his spine arched like a full moon, and the last glimmer of clarity in his eyes was completely swallowed by the raging crimson light.

He was going all in, compressing all his poisonous internal energy to its limit and unleashing a thunderous attack. The air itself seemed to freeze under his frantically rising momentum.

Just at this critical moment, when Ouyang Feng's life's worth of skill was about to erupt like a volcano!
A glint of light flashed in Wu Chengyu's eyes, deep as an ancient well, or a cold pool reflecting a sky full of stars.

He neither retreated nor launched an attack, but simply stood firmly with his feet neither too far apart. By this point in the battle, the situation had already been decided. Ouyang Feng was at his last gasp, fighting like a cornered beast.

A top-tier master was preparing to fight to the death with all his might. Even though Wu Chengyu was superior to Ouyang Feng in every aspect, he didn't want to fight him head-on. He was sure to win, but it wouldn't be worth getting injured in the process.

Just as Ouyang Feng pounced, the situation on the field changed again. Wu Chengyu's figure split into nine, using the technique of creating clones.

Throughout his life, Wu Chengyu's lightness skill has been the foundation of his abilities. In his early years, before reaching the pinnacle of his skill, he relied on this lightness skill to overcome challenges when facing masters with superior martial arts, such as Guihua, or when surrounded and attacked by Jin spies.

The technique of creating clones and shadows is enhanced by cat-like steps, the super-long Achilles tendons developed from training on ox and horse stances, the ability to counteract air friction with eel-like skills, the speed of crane shadows and flowing light, and the eeriness of the nine spiral shadows. Later, it also incorporated the number one light skill in the metal-style martial arts, Lingbo Weibu.

After Wu Chengyu reached the pinnacle of his skill, he seemed to stop using this lightness skill in combat. There was no need for it anymore.

However, when Wu Chengyu used the Shadow Clone Technique, it meant that Wu Chengyu had truly used his full strength.

Ouyang Feng, who was gathering his life's worth of poison skills, suddenly froze. Nine figures swirled before his eyes, making his hair stand on end.

Ouyang Feng understood perfectly well that what he was seeing was neither a clone technique nor an illusion, but rather a deception of his opponent's eyes using the most superb lightness skill. He also knew that it was impossible to distinguish which of the nine figures was real or fake, as Wu Chengyu could change his true form at any time.

But here's the problem: such rapid movements could have been neutralized by the subtle techniques of martial arts. No matter how fast the opponent's lightness skill or how mysterious their footwork, it's impossible to completely conceal the true situation.

The sound of wind caused by the high-speed movement of the body, the changes in light and shadow, the sound of human breathing and heartbeat, and even the body odor of a person can all be summarized and generalized using the realm of subtlety, thereby determining which one is the true body and locking onto the true body at any time.

But at this moment, Ouyang Feng discovered that his microscopic perception was useless. Even though he knew that there were eight fakes and one real one on the other side, he could only judge at most whether three of the clones were real or fake.

The person was standing right in front of them, yet they couldn't lock onto the target. These clones, appearing as shadows, seemed like ghosts under the pale moonlight.

Just moments ago, Ouyang Feng was preparing to muster all his strength for a desperate attack. At this moment, when his internal energy was at its peak and he was about to unleash a powerful burst, he was so shocked by his inability to lock onto his target that he involuntarily stopped.

"Pfft!" A mouthful of blood could no longer be suppressed and suddenly gushed out of Ouyang Feng's mouth, turning into a shrill blood mist. His terrifying power, compressed to the extreme and capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, was completely out of control at this moment, like a balloon punctured by an invisible needle, running wildly through his meridians.

Ouyang Feng let out a horrified roar mixed with excruciating pain. The palm strike he had gathered instantly collapsed, his arms hanging limply at his sides, and the dark green poison gas wrapped around his ten fingers flickered like a candle in the wind.

His body swayed violently, his face instantly turning from crimson to a horrifying pale white, his eyes filled with unbelievable fear and confusion, as if he had just woken up from the most terrifying nightmare, but had not yet fully escaped it.

The fatal flaw has been exposed!

Just as Ouyang Feng's mind trembled violently, his internal energy spiraled out of control, he coughed up blood, his body swayed violently, and he exposed a fatal opening—

Wu Chengyu made his move!
Nine figures rushed towards Ouyang Feng from multiple directions, front, back, left, and right. Each one looked real, yet each one seemed fake.

These figures each wielded different martial arts techniques.

The four great generals of the Murong family possess the Raging Tide Palm Technique, the Gale Leg Technique, the Bone-Dislocating Capture Technique, and the Hengjiang Saber Technique, which uses the hands as blades. The Murong family's own Canhe Finger Technique and the Longcheng Sword Technique, which uses the legs as swords.

The supreme palm technique of the Free and Unfettered Sect, the Six Yang Palms of Tianshan, is the Free and Unfettered Plum Blossom Hand, which can integrate all palm techniques under heaven.

There is even a secret technique from the Ming Cult leader that was never passed down: the Great Nine Heavens Hand.

Nine divine skills were used simultaneously by nine figures, appearing both real and unreal, and transforming the illusory into the real.

At this moment, Ouyang Feng finally felt fear. His internal energy was out of control, and he lost all will to fight. He could accept fighting Wu Chengyu, but what was the point of dying at Wu Chengyu's hands?

As the least classy of the Five Greats, Ouyang Feng would definitely run away if he couldn't win a fight.

Just as he was about to turn and run away, he suddenly discovered that many invisible forces appeared around his body, binding him tightly like ropes.

In the blink of an eye, his legs, feet, waist, hips, abdomen, and chest were bound by countless invisible forces. Ouyang Feng lost control of his internal energy and was powerless to break free, let alone escape.

At this moment, apart from his arms and neck, Ouyang Rui was like a wooden puppet.

The Soul-Guiding Silk, which never abandons Ouyang Feng, was secretly activated. Combining the power of the Star Shift, the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth, and the turbocharged internal force, the Soul-Guiding Silk completely controlled Ouyang Feng.

Just as the nine figures were about to approach Ouyang Feng, they suddenly merged into one, and Wu Chengyu appeared abruptly in front of Ouyang Feng, leaving him no time to react.

There was no deafening roar, no earth-shattering build-up; the two were only a step apart.

Wu Chengyu simply took a step forward with his left foot in an extremely natural manner, his body's center of gravity shifting like a mountain, steady and unstoppable.

As he took a step, his right arm moved in tandem, the movement so simple it was almost supernatural, without any fancy trajectories, just a straight line.

Sink your shoulders, twist your waist, and extend your elbows. Power originates from the soles of your feet gripping the ground, is transmitted through your waist and hips like a great dragon, and finally condenses in your clenched fist.

His right fist was raised high, like a battering ram fired from a crossbow, carrying a dull whistling sound that compressed and tore through space, and it slammed straight into Ouyang Feng's chest, which was wide open due to the pain and loss of compressibility.

The Heaven-Turning Seal neither resists nor parries.

The punches weren't fast, but they gave people a suffocating feeling that they couldn't avoid or block. At this moment, even Ouyang Feng, who had reached the Microscopic Realm, couldn't escape the lock of the Heaven-Turning Seal.

There was no dazzling light on the fist, only the purest and most powerful physical strength, and the boundless internal energy that had been tempered by a hundred moves and was now perfectly integrated.

This punch discarded all unnecessary complexities, leaving only the most direct, domineering, and effective strike.

Before the fist even arrived, the terrifying pressure of the punch, enough to shatter mountain rocks, caused Ouyang Feng's purple robe to clung tightly to his skin, indenting inwards.

Life or death hung in the balance! The primal instincts ingrained in his bones finally overwhelmed the excruciating pain and fear brought on by mental chaos.

Ouyang Feng let out a howl like a dying beast, his eyes bloodshot and almost bursting out of their sockets!

At that critical moment, he forcibly activated the last bit of Toad Style internal energy in his body that had not yet completely dissipated. Ignoring the excruciating pain of his meridians being torn apart, he instinctively and hastily crossed his palms above his head.

"boom--!"

A deafening roar, far more muffled and deafening than any previous collision, suddenly exploded!

Wu Chengyu's punch, which contained all his strength and the essence of martial arts, landed squarely on Ouyang Feng's crossed palms as he parried!

Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

There was no spectacular scene of overflowing energy; instead, Ouyang Feng's crossed arms suddenly bent inward into a shocking arc.

His dark hands, powerful enough to split rocks, were torn open and blood gushed out from his palms and between his fingers like squeezed berries under the clash of pure strength.

He felt as if he had been struck by an invisible giant hammer, his feet could no longer grip the ground, and he flew backwards into the air!

"puff--!"

A large mouthful of thicker blood, mixed with fragments of internal organs, gushed out from Ouyang Feng's mouth, drawing a shrill arc in the air.

His massive body, like a heavy sandbag with a broken string, crashed heavily onto the flat ground several feet away, producing a series of ear-piercing sounds of bones shattering and earth and rocks collapsing.

Dust and fragments of bones rose up with a roar, spreading out and temporarily enveloping his fallen figure.

Just then, a white figure appeared behind Wanyan Honglie, screaming as he leaped into the arena: "Uncle." It was Ouyang Ke.

Ouyang Ke, as if possessed, brought his iron fan together, making it appear like a short spear, and thrust it straight at Wu Chengyu's back.

Wu Chengyu merely glanced indifferently at Ouyang Feng, who lay motionless on the ground, without even turning his head. The Black and White Impermanence behind him automatically flew up under the control of the Soul-Guiding Silk, spinning rapidly in mid-air.

The White Impermanence let out a piercing shriek in the darkness, causing Ouyang Ke, who wanted to perish together with Wu Chengyu, to lose his mind for a moment. Meanwhile, the Black Impermanence silently emerged from the night, flashing past Ouyang Ke in an instant, and flying into the air along with Ouyang Ke's Six Yang Chief.

The blood spurting from Ouyang Ke's neck seemed to encounter an invisible barrier in mid-air, and not a drop splashed onto Wu Chengyu.

The Black and White Impermanence spun around in the air, shaking off the bloodstains, and then automatically flew behind Wu Chengyu, obediently entering the backpack on his back.

When Ouyang Feng saw Ouyang Ke die tragically, all he could do was feel sorrow in his eyes; he was even unable to get up.

Before he breathed his last, Ouyang Feng's aged lips moved slightly, his whisper softer than the night breeze, yet carrying a penetrating insight and understanding that seemed to pierce through the dust of time, as if providing the final footnote to this earth-shattering battle:

"The ultimate skill returns to simplicity, yin and yang unite as one, and the primordial chaos is without leakage. You will surely enter the innate realm in the future, but it is a pity that I will not be able to see it."

Having said this, Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison, who had roamed the world for decades and was one of the Five Greats of the World, finally closed his eyes forever.

After a fierce battle, the arena fell into a deathly silence. The spectators around were also speechless, as if their throats were blocked.

The wind seemed to have stopped, leaving only the sound of dust slowly falling and the heavy stench of blood emanating from the dust.

Wu Chengyu adjusted his breathing slightly, and his chest, which had been slightly rapid due to the fierce battle, returned to calm.

He stood still, like an ancient pine tree standing on a cliff top, quietly watching the sea of ​​clouds churning, exuding a calm and dignified aura that seemed to return to simplicity and nature.

Suddenly, Wu Chengyu seemed to feel a sense of loss: "With the Western Poison gone, there is one less person in the world worth my attention. It is truly a pity."

(End of this chapter)