Huang Rong from The Return of the Condor Heroes: Guo'er, calm down.

Enraged by Yang Guo's arrogance, Lu Qingdu shouted, "Attack! I'll take responsibility if you kill him!"

At his command, seven or eight Taoist priests swarmed forward. Sword flashes and fist clashes instantly enveloped Yang Guo.

Yang Guo dared not be careless. His foot slipped, and he darted away, his body skimming the ground. It was the "Snake-like Leap" technique he had learned from the Nine Yin Manual.

"What kind of sorcery is this?" A Taoist priest missed his target with his sword and watched helplessly as Yang Guo slipped between his legs like an eel, only to be kicked hard in the buttocks.

"Ouch!" The Taoist priest fell face-first into the dirt.

Having landed a successful blow, Yang Guo didn't linger. With a swift movement, he darted behind another person.

"Take this! The monkey is stealing the peaches!"

"Black Tiger Claws Out the Heart!"

"Two dragons playing with a pearl!"

Yang Guo was shouting out the names of moves, but he was actually using all sorts of underhanded tricks.

He would poke people in the lower back, step on their toes, or headbutt their chins.

Relying on the pure internal energy he had accumulated over ten years, each of his strikes, though lacking in technique, was incredibly powerful. The Taoists struck invariably screamed in agony, their bodies covered in bruises.

Lu Qingdu watched from the side, his eyelids twitching.

This kid's martial arts style is simply unbelievable; it's neither like the Quanzhen Sect's kung fu nor any other reputable school in the martial arts world. He's incredibly agile, and he's also extremely resilient.

I clearly saw a junior brother punch Yang Guo in the back, making a dull thud. An ordinary person would have coughed up blood, but this kid just swayed, then slapped the junior brother across the face, sending him spinning three times.

"Form the formation! Form the Big Dipper Formation!" Lu Qingdu roared, drawing his sword and joining the battle.

Although these Taoist priests mostly just loafed around on weekdays, they did practice this formation after they came up the mountain, and once they formed the formation, its power increased dramatically.

Yang Guo suddenly felt the pressure increase.

He could have easily outmaneuvered these people in a one-on-one fight, but once the formation was complete, the attacks from all directions became like a net, making it increasingly difficult for him to use his "snake-like and acrobatic" movement technique.

"Bang!"

A foot kicked Yang Guo in the stomach.

Yang Guo groaned in pain, his protective inner energy rebounding and blasting the Taoist priest who had ambushed him away. But he himself was also in bad shape; he stumbled and took another punch to the face.

"Damn it, you're bullying the few because you have more people, aren't you!"

He completely forgot that he had just boasted that he would take on ten.

Yang Guo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a fierce determination rose within him. He stopped dodging and instead used his Toad Stance, disregarding any particular technique, charging straight at anyone he saw.

The scene quickly descended into chaos.

Yang Guo was like a wild boar that had wandered into a flock of sheep, charging around recklessly. Although he was constantly being beaten, he relied on his thick skin and deep internal strength to withstand the blows.

On the other hand, although the Taoist priests managed to hit Yang Guo, they were often left with numb wrists from the strange recoil force of Yang Guo's attacks. If Yang Guo seized the opportunity to deliver a powerful blow, they would suffer broken bones and cough up blood.

About the time it takes to drink a cup of tea has passed.

Yang Guo's face was bruised, his Taoist robe was torn to shreds, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and he was panting heavily.

The seven or eight Taoist priests opposite him weren't in much better shape. Lu Qingdu's left eye was now a black eye, and his already chubby face was swollen like a pig's head. The other Taoist priests were either clutching their stomachs or hugging their legs, groaning and collapsing to the ground.

"Awesome!" Yang Guo spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling as if all his muscles and bones had been loosened up. He had never experienced such a refreshing feeling while he was trapped in the ancient tomb for so long.

But he also knew in his heart that if he continued fighting, he would exhaust his internal energy and probably die here. After all, two fists can't beat four hands, and even a hero can't withstand a crowd.

"Fatty Lu, I haven't eaten yet today, I don't have the energy to play with you!"

Yang Guo suddenly let out a strange cry, pushed off with his feet, and his body rose into the air like a wild goose. It was the "Golden Goose Skill" that he had just learned not long ago.

Even in mid-air, he didn't forget to turn back and make a face: "Go ahead and chase me in if you dare!"

Having said that, he tapped the treetop and, with lightning speed, darted directly into the boundary marker of the forbidden area behind the mountain.

Lu Qingdu led his men to the boundary marker, but abruptly stopped in his tracks.

The Quanzhen Sect has strict rules. The forbidden area in the back mountain is a death zone designated by the patriarch Wang Chongyang. No one is allowed to enter without the special permission of the sect leader, and violators will be severely punished.

"Yang Guo! You coward! Come out if you dare!" Lu Qingdu shouted, pointing at the boundary marker.

Yang Guo stood atop a large rock, looking down at the disheveled group of Taoist priests, and sneered, "Come on in if you dare! You wanted to clean house, didn't you? Come on in and do it!"

Lu Qingdu was so angry that he trembled all over, but he was helpless.

The fight left both sides seething with anger.

Yang Guo felt that although he had strong internal strength, his fighting skills were terrible and he had too little practical experience. If he really encountered a master, he was afraid he would die without even knowing how.

Lu Qingdu felt that it was a great disgrace that the leader of the fourth generation of Quanzhen Sect disciples, with so many people, had failed to defeat Yang Guo, this scoundrel.

"Yang Guo! You just wait! This isn't over!" Lu Qingdu threatened.

"If it's not over yet, it's not over yet!" Yang Guo's eyes darted around, thinking that he might as well use this sparring partner. "Fatty Lu, we didn't get enough fun today. Three days from now, at this same time, right here at the boundary marker, we'll fight again! Anyone who doesn't come is a coward!"

Lu Qingdu was delighted to hear this.

We weren't prepared today; this kid's strange trick caught us completely off guard. Three days later, I'll bring my weapons, call a few good guys, and we'll skin this kid alive.

"Fine! It's a deal!" Lu Qingdu gritted his teeth. "If I don't beat you to your knees and call me grandpa in three days, I'm not a Lu!"

Yang Guo laughed heartily, then turned and ran deep into the ancient tomb.

Once inside the woods, Yang Guo's smile vanished instantly. He leaned against a tree trunk, grimacing as he rubbed the wound on his face.

"Ouch...that fucking hurts. Those Taoist priests are ruthless."

Although the battle was a mess, the gains were considerable.

He clearly felt that his internal energy had become much smoother after this fierce battle.

Moreover, the kind of understanding of the changes in moves during combat is something that one could never comprehend even if one lay on a cold jade bed for a lifetime.

"It seems this fight will have to continue." A glint of light flashed in Yang Guo's eyes.

He straightened his clothes and thought about what happened with Yin Zhiping.

"I wonder what kind of trouble this cheap master will cause when he sees Sister Long tomorrow." Yang Guo stroked his chin. "Oh well, let him be. If things really don't work out, let Yin Zhiping fend for himself. I can just hide in the Ancient Tomb and nobody can do anything to me."