The Condor Heroes: The Quanzhen Sect has produced a vengeful master!

Xiao Xiangzi looked at Wu Santong, who was being helped up from below the arena, and his gaze drifted towards Jinlun's position, with a hint of smugness.

Huo Du quickly went up into the ring.

"Master Guo, Chief Huang!"

He opened his folding fan, his face full of smug satisfaction.

"Now that we Mongolia have won two matches..."

According to the best-of-three rule, I don't think there's any need to continue the match!

The position of leader of the martial arts alliance should belong to our Mongolian side!

"Master Guo and Chief Huang are bound by their promises, they wouldn't go back on their word, would they?"

Seeing Huo Du's smug expression, the heroes were indignant, while Guo Jing's face turned ashen, unsure how to refute him.

Even with Huang Rong's intelligence, she was somewhat helpless at this moment. Originally, they were confident of winning because they knew Huo Du's strength in advance.

I didn't expect the other party to cheat.

This is really bad.

"Oh dear! What should we do?"

"Oh no! We've already lost two games!"

"That Huo Du is utterly shameless! Are we really going to let them get away with this today?"

The morale of the martial arts world in the Central Plains plummeted to rock bottom, and everyone sighed in despair.

If the Mongols really become the leader of the martial arts world, even if everyone doesn't listen to them, how can they maintain unity in the future?

If word gets out, the Central Plains martial arts world will lose all face!

The Golden Wheel Monk took a deep breath and looked at Xiao Xiangzi beside him, thinking to himself that even his disciple and his defeated opponents couldn't defeat these experts from the Central Plains.

It seems that Guo Jing was not worthy of his reputation.

At this moment, the Golden Wheel Monk became even more arrogant, his tone revealing no trace of arrogance:

"It seems that the position of leader of the martial arts alliance will be decided between the two of us."

Xiao Xiangzi's eyes were filled with apprehension, yet he refused to yield.

"Hmph! Don't think I'm afraid of you!"

Jinlun surveyed his surroundings. "Today I had intended to see what Qingyang Zhenren was capable of, but I didn't expect him to be such a coward. The martial arts world of the Central Plains is a far cry from its reputation; it's truly boring!"

Guo Jing didn't even show his strength; this Golden Wheel had truly reached the limit of arrogance, completely oblivious to the world around him.

Even Wang Jiuling was now being cursed at.

Huo Du felt annoyed when he thought of the sword Wang Jiuling had given him.

"Master, even if he comes, so what? He's nothing but an incompetent fool!"

This made Yang Guo, who was originally on the rooftop and didn't intend to get involved, quite unhappy.

No matter how arrogant the Mongols were, it had nothing to do with him, but these guys were insulting his master in their words and actions.

Yang Guo could not tolerate it.

"Auntie, wait for me!"

Yang Guo jumped directly down from the roof and came to Huo Du and Jinlun Fawang.

"I say, you two are truly blind! You don't know how powerful my master is!"

Guo Jing and the others were surprised to see Yang Guo appear. "Guo'er?"

Huo Du sized Yang Guo up and down. "Where did this brat come from? Mind your own business!"

Yang Guo picked his nose with his finger. "This bastard is still better than that old bald monk, your master!"

The Golden Wheel Monk narrowed his eyes.

Huo Du pointed his fan angrily. "How dare you insult my master?"

After saying that, he suddenly suppressed his anger.

"Hmph! Stop wasting time! The position of martial arts alliance leader already belongs to my master!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, Yang Guo shook his head like a rattle drum.

"Although you won two out of three rounds, I'm not convinced! My master should be the leader of the martial arts world!"

"You'll have to beat my master first!"

"Hey! Are you scared?"

Before Huo Du could say anything, Jinlun spoke up, squinting at Yang Guo. "Little brat, who is your master?"

Yang Guo put his hands on his hips. "Ha! You'd be terrified if I told you! My master is the Qingyang Immortal!"

Upon hearing this, Jinlun slowly smiled, and his eyes changed.

"Very well! Since you say your master should be the leader of the martial arts world, why don't you call him out so I can have a match with him!"

Jinlun had long wanted to find Wang Jiuling, and his eyes were filled with longing.

The humiliation Wang Jiuling inflicted on Kublai Khan was too profound. Only by defeating Wang Jiuling could Jinlun become the recognized protector of the Mongol Empire.

Otherwise, this reputation will forever be shrouded in shadow.

Yang Guo didn't see Wang Jiuling, but he wasn't afraid.

"My master is busy upholding justice and doesn't have time for you!"

"I'm his apprentice, so of course I'll fight in his place!" He pointed at Huo Du.

"Hey! You shameless bastard, do you dare to represent your master and fight me?"

Huo Du touched the mask on his face.

"Kid! Don't try to be unreasonable!"

At this moment, Jinlun stopped him. "Go and fight him!"

Huo was very unhappy, but he still nodded.

"Be ruthless. Even if it's not convenient to kill him in public, cripple him!"

Jinlun whispered instructions to Huodu in Mongolian.

He wasn't a petty person; he got very angry when Yang Guo jumped out and scolded him.

The important thing is that since Yang Guo is Wang Jiuling's disciple, if Yang Guo is crippled, I don't believe Wang Jiuling won't come after him.

"Guo'er! Watch out!"

Guo Jing, who was behind them, had excellent hearing and could understand Mongolian, so he immediately reminded Yang Guo.

He never expected that Yang Guo would actually step forward and stand up for him.

While feeling a sense of awe that all the experts in the room were no match for a child, he was also extremely worried.

He had already secretly circulated his internal energy, ready to strike at any moment.

Yang Guo turned back and nodded to Guo Jing, then looked at the crowd and asked to borrow a sword.

Huang Rong tossed him a precious sword. "Guo'er, be careful!"

Yang Guo accepted the sword and went up to the arena.

Huo Du snorted coldly and followed. "You little bastard, today you'll learn what I'm capable of!"

As soon as he stepped onto the stage, he disregarded the rules and immediately took action.

The fan spun in his hand, its target all of Yang Guo's vital points.

Yang Guo's martial arts skills were actually a bit stronger than those of his contemporaries in the original novel.

He learned a lot from the original work, but he wasn't proficient in it, and his internal skills were weak.

During his time at Quanzhen, Wang Jiuling genuinely taught him, as Quanzhen martial arts were the most suitable foundation for him. Yang Guo was also exceptionally talented and had a good foundation, so he truly learned something.

In addition, Wang Jiuling would sometimes secretly visit him in the ancient tomb, instruct him in cultivation, and teach him Quanzhen Kung Fu.

Yang Guo also learned the martial arts of the Ancient Tomb Sect, so his kung fu was truly impressive.

Although he was young and his internal strength was inferior to Huo's, he had the advantage of exquisite moves.

Although he was at a disadvantage, Huo Du was unable to do anything to him for the time being.

Yang Guo relied on his lightness skill to constantly maneuver against Huo Du. His foundation in Quanzhen internal energy allowed him to win steadily despite his lack of internal strength.

Huo Du became increasingly agitated and impatient as the fight progressed.

The assembled heroes were also astonished. What a remarkable young man! His martial arts skills were truly exceptional!

Guo Jing, watching from behind, was even more excited; his excitement was almost overflowing.

"Good! Good job, Guo'er! It's been years, and your martial arts have improved so much! Hahaha!"

Huang Rong, however, was somewhat worried.

In the distance, the Golden Wheel Monk noticed something amiss. He narrowed his eyes and a smile appeared on his lips.

Then he opened his mouth and said something to Khodu in Mongolian.

Huo Du immediately separated from Yang Guo, snapped his folding fan shut, and pointed at Yang Guo.

"You said your master is Qingyang Zhenren, so he must be from the Quanzhen Sect! But your martial arts, whether it's swordsmanship or lightness skills, are so light and airy that they're like a woman's kung fu!"

This is not Quanzhen School martial arts at all!

Huo Du's face was full of mockery.

"Hmph! You claim to be fighting for your master, yet you dare not use our sect's martial arts? If that's the case, then you're not truly fighting for your master!"

These words immediately drew everyone's attention.

Yang Guo's eyes flickered, but he was sharp-tongued.

"I'm afraid if I use my master's martial arts, I'll kill you!"

"Fine! Then I'll use my master's martial arts to subdue you!"

Despite his harsh words, Yang Guo still switched to Quanzhen martial arts.

He used the Quanzhen Sword Technique with his hands and the Golden Goose Skill with his feet.

However, Quanzhen martial arts place the greatest emphasis on internal energy cultivation, and Yang Guo's internal energy was shallow, so he could not bring out the advantages of the Golden Goose Skill at all.

He was quite proficient in the Quanzhen Sword Technique, which even impressed Zhen Zhibing and the others behind him, but that alone was not enough.

With his advantage in lightness skill gone, Yang Guo immediately fell into a disadvantageous position.

Huo Du's fan kept attacking Yang Guo's vital points. Yang Guo tried his best to dodge, but he was ultimately no match for Huo Du's strength.

Everyone was anxious. If this suddenly emerging young hero were to lose again, the martial arts world of the Central Plains would truly lose all face.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong exchanged a glance, their faces also filled with anxiety.

Just as Yang Guo was nearly forced off the stage by Huo Du's fan.

A voice was heard coming from the gate.

The voice was calm, yet it was imbued with true energy, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"Yang Guo! Start with the Dingyang Needles."

"Store your Qi in your Dantian, store your strength in your arms, and let your feet take root."

"If the enemy doesn't move, I won't move!"

(Thank you so much, Excuan, for the amazing gift! I'm not kidding, from now on I owe you five extra chapters! I'll make it up to you as soon as possible!)

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