Year ago when Lin Chao Ying studied bitterly in the stone tomb, she didn’t leave the tomb again after she developed the [Jade Heart Manual] kung fu, she passed this skill onto her maid, who imparted it to Xiao Long Nuu who in turn passed it onto Yang Guo. Not only did the maid not take a step into the world of wulin, she never took a step off mount Zhong Nan. Though Li Mo Chou is Xiao Long Nuu’s senior apprentice sister, she was not taught the advanced and profound sword techniques of her master, she gained fame throughout the Jiang Hu world through the use of her projectiles, flywhisk and palm techniques. Right now, he used the Ancient Tomb sect’s sword techniques, many skilled fighters from various schools and sects were amassed in the hall today, but apart from Xiao Long Nuu, no one knew this sword technique.
The martial arts of the Ancient Tomb sect was developed by a woman, the next two generations were also women, it was unavoidable that the martial arts developed too much lightness and softness, there wasn’t enough power and fierceness. When Xiao Long Nuu taught him these stances, the stances carried thirty percent of this gracefulness and elegance. After he understood it completely, automatically he removed the femininity from the stances and turned its nature into a swift, at ease and airy style. The Ancient Tomb’s lightness kung fu is unparalleled; Yang Guo was now moving around the main hall, before a stance was finished, a second stance arrived.
When the sword stances were first unleashed, the body was on the left, when the stances were repelling the enemy the body had turned to the right, it was as if the sword and user were completely separated, the two of them had nothing to do with each other, he only used around ten stances of this sword technique, everyone were startled and watched in admiration.
Huo Dou’s fan techniques were also a great skill; it had swipes, strikes, thrusts and pierces, this too relied on swiftness, lightness and softness to overcome the enemy, but now it has met up with the Ancient Tomb’s matchless lightness kung fu and he was unable to unleash his moves, plus, he was ridiculed by Yang Guo because of the four words written by Zhu Zi Liu, he didn’t want to open his fan again and so the ‘swiping’ aspect of his fan technique couldn’t be used.
When Guo Fu and the Wu brothers saw how excellent Yang Guo’s sword techniques were, their six eyes were opened widely and didn’t have anything more to say.
The happiest person in the crowd was Guo Jing, he saw that the son of his old friend has learnt such a good level of martial arts, even he couldn’t see what the origins of these techniques were, when he remembered the deep ties between the Guo and Yang families, he couldn’t stop sadness and joy from stirring in his heart. Huang Rong glanced over at her husband, she saw that his eyes were red, a smile was on his lips, she knew what he was thinking and stretched out her hand and took his right hand.
When Huo Dou saw that he couldn’t handle his enemy, he began to get impatient, he thought that if he loses to this young punk today, his name will be in ruins, how can he make his name in the central plains? He saw Yang Guo’s sword pointed at an angle, the sword tip dispersed and attacked three places in quick succession, if he was able to dodge them, he would be on his way to losing so he opened his fan and blocked these three attacks, he called out again and used the [Ferocious Wind Rapid Thunder Skill] again to counterattack. With his status as a skilled fighter of wulin, he should not use all his abilities and effort in fighting a young man, he’ll lose all his face if he win’s in such a manner. But all he care about right now was winning, how could he care about such things? He kept on calling out, a ruthless stances followed by an even more ruthless stance.
Yang Guo’s sword was light and lively, the stances kept on coming without stopping, it really was graceful, elegant and leisurely.
This set of [Beautiful Maiden Sword] overcomes the opponent through grace and subtlety, and in contrast with the opponent’s calls and shouts, Yang Guo’s gracefulness and exquisiteness was even more emphasized. Though Yang Guo was wearing a torn and ragged garment, the sword technique’s elegance and grace became clear in the eyes of the crowd, they felt that he was handsome and striking, a fine son of a well to do family.
However, as Yang Guo prioritize in achieving the elegance and gracefulness of the stances, the power of the sword technique became difficult to unleash. Huo Dou fought without care for his life, he fought more and more fiercely, Yang Guo’s strength gradually started to drain away. Guo Jing and Huang Rong saw that he was on his way to losing and their brows creased, they then saw the gusts of wind created by Huo Dou’s sleeve and fan becoming stronger and stronger, they couldn’t stop themselves from calling out in their hearts, “Oh no!”
Suddenly Yang Guo held his sword up and called out, “Careful! I’m going to use a projectile!”
Huo Dou had used his fan’s poison nails to injure Zhu Zi Liu, when he heard Yang Guo say this, he knew that the iron sword was like his fan, there is a secret weapon hidden within, no wonder he didn’t pick the sharp sword and instead chose the rusty one, since he used such a method to gain victory, the opponent could do so too, when he saw Yang Guo’s saw pointing to his front, he quickly leapt away. But all he saw was Yang Guo’s left hand leading the sword, thrusting forwards, what projectile?
Huo Dou knew he had fallen into the trap and cursed him, “Little bastard!”
Yang Guo asked, “Little bastard curses who?”
Huo Dou didn’t reply and pressed forward with his palm.
Yang Guo’s left hand rose up and called out, “The projectile is coming!”
Huo Dou quickly dodged to the right, the opponent’s sword was coming in exactly from the right, Huo Dou quickly pulled back and swung his waist, the sword tip brushed past his rib from the right, this sword was extremely vicious, when it missed, the crowd all called out, “What a pity!”
The Mongolian warriors secretly called out, “Shameful!”
Though Huo Dou managed to escape from death, his back had broke out in cold sweat due to fright, he saw Yang Guo’s left hand rose up again and called out, “Projectile!” He didn’t take notice of him anymore and advanced forwards with his palms, indeed, the opponent was using a trick again.
Yang Guo’s sword pierced thin air as he attacked forwards, his left hand rose up a fourth time and loudly called out, “Projectile!”
Huo Dou scolded, “Little….”
Before the second word was said, a flash of gold suddenly appeared in his eyes; he was now close to his opponent and after all the false calls by his opponent, he was completely off guard, he quickly leapt up but felt his leg was pricked by a very small and fine projectile. Although a projectile hit him, he thought it was small and wouldn’t do much, furiously, his fan slashed forward and his palm chopped out, wanting to kill that crafty kid right there and then.
Yang Guo had now achieved his aim, why should he continue to fight so hard, he just used his sword to defend, he laughed as he said, “I warned you on many occasions about launching a projectile, you didn’t believe me. I didn’t lie, did I?”
Huo Duo was about to attack with his palm when he suddenly felt his leg go numb and itchy as if a large mosquito had bitten him, he tried to endure it and finish attacking but the numbness and itchiness became stronger and stronger, he was alarmed, “Crap, that little bastard’s projectile has poison on it!” After this quick thought, the numbness and itchiness became unbearable, he didn’t care about the situation he was in and stretched out his arm to scratch it but after only one scratch, he felt his heart started to feel itchy and irritated, he couldn’t’ stop himself from calling out and falling down onto the floor.
The potency of the poison on the Ancient Tomb’s Jade Bee Needles was rarely seen in the world, just one little needle would cause unbearable pain, never mind the fact that in the middle of battle, his blood was flowing around quickly and was struck by several needles.
Da Er Ba took a large step forward and picked up his apprentice brother and placed him in his master’s arms. He turned around to Yang Guo and said, “Little kid, I’ve come to fight you!” The golden rod swept forwards, aiming towards Yang Guo’s waist.