The Return of the Condor Heroes: Starting with Conquering Huang Rong

The scene fell silent.

Their gazes met on the boy.

"You don't agree with my suggestion?"

Everyone was speechless. You really know how to bring this up. The whole room was completely silent; no one knew how to respond.

"There's no such thing as a roundabout way, kid. If you win, my life is yours; if I win, everything is mine."

Before the man could finish speaking, he jumped out.

He took the axe and chopped at it.

Yang Guo raised his sword to parry, and the sword's edge clashed with the battle axe, sparks flying.

The burly Mongol man grinned maliciously and swung his axe fiercely. Yang Guo held his sword upright and met the attack head-on without dodging or yielding.

A fierce glint flashed in the big man's eyes—this slender figure dared to take his axe blow that could split mountains and shatter rocks!

The giant axe, accompanied by a whooshing sound, struck the slender sword. With a sharp "clang," the sword bent into a crescent shape, seemingly about to sever both the sword and the man.

Just then, the sword suddenly rippled like water, trembling slightly, and actually deflected the overwhelming force layer by layer.

The next instant, the longsword snapped straight, and a surge of internal force rebounded. The burly man felt a sharp pain in his hand, and blood gushed from the ruptured wound.

"You're the first," Yang Guo said calmly, without a trace of emotion. "Then I'll give you some perks. I won't take your life."

The burly man was terrified and tried to retreat, but his axe was already too powerful to stop. Suddenly, a moon-like sword light burst forth, and a move called "Moonlight Spreads Its Radiance" created four afterimages that flashed past his limbs in the blink of an eye.

Before the pain of his severed tendons could even register in his mind, the giant axe had already slipped out of his control and was about to fall down on his kneeling body.

The young man sheathed his sword and watched quietly.

They will not respond regardless of whether others offer assistance.

Unfortunately, such is fate; what can be done?

He died when the axe fell, and no one ever stepped up to the stage until his death.

Yang Guo looked at Jinlun, thinking that this group of people would come to his rescue.

A voice rang out, "Death is an honor for him."

Yang Guo's eyes narrowed; it seemed he had underestimated the determination of these Mongols to come here.

"Next."

Yang Guo hadn't finished speaking.

Five people were already standing on the field, pushing and shoving each other.

Yang Guo looked at the five strangely dressed people, whose genders were unknown.

He thought he was shameless enough, but he didn't expect there were people even more shameless.

"I said, this is a one-on-one match, what do you mean by sending five of you?"

Before Yang Guo could get angry, one of the five people had already become furious.

"I told you long ago, this young man definitely wouldn't agree. You little devil, look at the lousy idea you came up with!"

The fury of the man nicknamed "Pretty Ghost":

"Are you blaming me? You damn nag! If I hadn't told you to rush things so relentlessly, would the big boss have refused to join? We could have grown a larger group, but now, even the five of us tied together can't beat them!"

Immediately, one man stepped forward. He had long hair that reached the ground and a tall crown. He turned to face the four men and muttered:

"Stop arguing, listen to me. This young man looks delicate and tender. We're all in this together, and we haven't broken any rules. Let's all rush at him. At worst, we won't slap him in the face, so we won't have to deal with those shrewish women behind him."

A pale-faced scholar, dressed half in black and half in white, holding a banner in each hand, said, "Who do you think you are? If you want to put on airs, go stand aside! Who gave you the right to yell at me?"

Another ghost, his face covered in graffiti and always smiling, said, "Hey! You ghost, Wuchang! We agreed that each of us would be the boss for a day, and today it was supposed to be the hanged ghost's turn! What, you don't want me to be the boss tomorrow?"

The five of them pushed and shoved each other, completely forgetting what they had come up there for.

Yang Guo looked at the five ghosts, who were acting erratically and making a ruckus.

He shouted, "Hey, you little devils, take this!"

Yang Guo had no interest in getting entangled with these five ghosts and only wanted to end things quickly.

His longsword trembled, and a chilling aura suddenly spread out. The sword energy was as sharp as frost, and the cold air instantly enveloped the five ghosts. The five of them trembled in unison, and involuntarily shivered.

"Junior Sister, Yang Guo has already mastered the 'Seven Swords, Seven Forms'." Ma Yu watched the battle from a distance, her voice tinged with unease. "But can such swordsmanship truly withstand Guo Jing and that unyielding Grand Lama?"

"Even if we block it today, what will happen tomorrow?"

Sun Bu'er stared intently, only to see Yang Guo's figure in the arena, fleeting and ever-changing like flowing clouds.

She said slowly, "Now that you've made your choice, let's see what happens."

The hanged ghost let out a howl, and its long hair shot out like a venomous snake, piercing straight into Yang Guo's chest and passing right through his heart!

The smiling ghost was overjoyed: "Old man, well done!"

"Don't go too far!" the Deathbringer shouted. "Five against one is already unfair, don't actually take his life. Sigh, even the five of us combined are still too strong."

Before the words were finished, the pretty ghost's scream suddenly rang out: "Old Cui, save me!"

The four ghosts turned their heads sharply, only to see that the "Yang Guo" who had been pierced was slowly dissipating in the clouds and mist—just a phantom!

The real Yang Guo had appeared behind the pretty ghost at some point, his cold sword blade gently pressed against her neck.

The demon's eyes widened in fury: "Boy, let her go!"

The other three ghosts, filled with shock and rage, pounced simultaneously. In a flash, Yang Guo's left hand darted out, grabbing the pretty ghost's neck and tightening his grip. With a muffled thud, the beautiful figure collapsed limply to the ground.

The four demons came to an abrupt halt, then erupted in boundless rage.

"Yang Guo, you're asking for death!"

The hanged ghost opened its mouth and spat out a long, scarlet tongue that coiled towards Yang Guo like a chain.

The Impermanence Ghost's twin banners fluttered, and thick smoke billowed out. The Smiling Ghost and the Death-Taking Ghost used the smoke to conceal themselves and launched swift attacks from both sides.

Instead of retreating, Yang Guo advanced, his long sword circling and drawing the attacking tongue like a tamed whip, which instead bound the hanged ghost around its waist, pulling it forward and causing it to stagger.

The three ghosts had already unleashed their ruthless attack and couldn't stop in time, so they all attacked the direction in which the hanged ghost had been dragged.

Yang Guo's true form was no longer in the same place.

The scarlet tongue, guided by the sword light, spun in the air like a serpent, coiling around the necks of three ghosts in succession.

Yang Guo's figure, as swift as a wild goose, appeared leisurely beyond the smoke, his right hand flicking gently—

The five people were like gourds strung together by ropes, swaying helplessly in the air, becoming "salted fish" drifting in the wind.

"Huh?" The Deathbringer's gaze swept over them, and his face lit up with joy. "Pretty Ghost, you're here too?"

The second one in the string was the pretty ghost who had just collapsed. At this moment, her face was as white as paper, her body was as stiff as iron, and only her eyes were moving around randomly.

Yang Guo casually flicked his wrist, loosening his long tongue and tossing down the entire string of "gourds".

Sun Bu'er looked speechlessly at the chaotic group of people in the arena. It was truly a motley crew of all sorts of strange people.

Yang Guo then laughed and said:

"I've heard that the Shanxi ghost group requires ten people to complete its mission, and the coordination of you five is truly a mess!"

The five ghosts were overjoyed upon hearing this.

"Yang Guo, you've heard of our reputation, haven't you?"

"Old Cui, you see, I told you we needed to expand the team. Five of us aren't enough."

"Shut up, you old bastard, you don't know anything, and this kid doesn't know anything either."

"Old Cui, you should shut up. Only you would be interested in Qiaozi. How could a newcomer possibly be interested in her?"

The pretty ghost was completely immobilized, its eyes rolling back in its head.

The Deathbringer suddenly yelled at Yang Guo, "Yang Guo, you're not being fair! Are you trying to instigate them to recruit more people because you think Qiao Zi is beautiful and want to find more people to covet her?"

Yang Guo casually tapped a pressure point, and the pretty ghost's pressure point was released.

"Yang Guo, you're not going to kill us?"

Yang Guo looked at the five ghosts and said, "You are too weak; you don't even deign to let me make a move."

The Five Ghosts were furious: "Yang Guo, you wait! Once we've gained enough power, we'll definitely seek revenge on you!"