Chapter 207: Divine Dragon Shakes Its Tail (10)
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Ouyang Ke saw the exquisiteness of her moves; he did not dare to be careless. His right arm extended and suddenly curved back to hit her shoulder. This move from the [spirit snake fist] was swift. His hand almost touched Huang Rong body when he suddenly remembered that she was wearing the soft hedgehog armor. If he proceeded, wouldn't his fist be dripping with blood?
Huang Rong quickly dodged and sent both her palms whishing toward an opening on his face. Ouyang Ke brushed his sleeve and parried her palms.
Huang Rong's body was protected by the soft hedgehog armor, her hands were covered with ointment; the only part unprotected was her face. Ouyang Ke was in a predicament; he was getting attacked without any chance to hit back. Even though the [spirit snake fist] was wonderful; he was forced to fly east and dodging west trying to elude Huang Rong's attack, while keeping himself from touching her palms. "If I hit her face to gain victory, that would be offensive to her, and if I pull her hair, I treat her rudely; but other than that I can't think of anything else," he thought. But suddenly he got an idea. He stepped aside and quickly tore the corner of his sleeve; made it into two parts and wrapped them on his hands. With protected hands he tried to grab Huang Rong's palms.
"You lost!" Huang Rong jumped out of the arena and called out. "It was not the stinky snake fist."
"Oh, I forgot," Ouyang Ke said.
"Your stinky snake fist is not that special, it cannot defeat Hong Qigong's disciple," Huang Rong continued. "At the Zhao Palace you defeated me, but that was because you have Liang Ziweng, Sha Tongtian, Peng Lianhu, Reverend Ling Zhi, and also that wart-headed Hou Tonghai alongside. I was overwhelmed by sheer numbers; also I did not want to get into trouble, so I admitted defeat. OK, now that we have defeated each other, let's just have a match to decide victory or defeat."
Li Sheng and the other were taken aback, they thought, "Even though this young girl's martial art is good, but she is definitely not this man's match. She won by using a trick. Why would she add something superfluous and ruin the victory? What else does she want to prove?"
Hong Qigong on the other hand fully realized that this girl was full of clever tricks; she must have something in her mind to play trick on the enemy. So he simply smiled but did not say anything. He continued gnawing the chicken leftover and noisily ate, like the chicken was the best food in the world.
"Why are you so serious?" Ouyang Ke laughed. "Either you win or I win, it doesn't make a difference. But if you really want to play, I will accompany you."
"At the Zhao Palace we were surrounded by your friends. If I won, they would surely attack me; thus I was not willing to fight you seriously," Huang Rong said. "But now you have your friends," she pointed to the female disciples/concubines in whites, "and I also have my friends. Although you have more friends than I do, I am not afraid. Let us fight just like we did before: you may draw a circle on the ground; we will follow the same rule; whoever steps out of the circle first, lose. I have kowtowed and take Senior Qigong as my master; I also have highly skilled martial siblings, including this young man. You do not have to tie your hands behind you back as before."
Ouyang Ke was amused. What she said was partly funny, but also if you think about it, it did make sense. So he planted his left foot on the ground, and used it as the axis; while his right foot was stretched three feet apart. He turned around and made a circle about six feet in diameter.
The Beggar Clan people did not like him, but seeing this they could not help but secretly praised him.
Huang Rong entered the circle and said, "Are we going to fight 'soft' way ['wen' – literature] or 'hard' way ['wu' – military, or martial art]?"
Ouyang Ke was baffled, "You are eccentric," he said in his heart, but his mouth asked, "How do fight the 'soft' way? And how do you fight the 'hard' way?"
"If we fight the soft way, I attack you three times, you don't counterattack; then you attack me three times, I won't counterattack," Huang Rong explained. "If we fight the hard way, we can fight each other at will. You can use your dead snake fist or live mouse stance, I don't care. Whoever steps out of the circle first, lose."
Ouyang Ke thought for a moment. "I think we'd better fight the soft way," he said. "That way we can avoid injury and won't spoil our friendship."
"If you chose 'hard' way, you will certainly lost," Huang Rong said. "But if we fight 'soft' way, you still have a chance. Good! Let us fight as you wish, the 'soft' way. Do you go first, or I go first?"
How could Ouyang Ke hit her first? "Certainly ladies first," he said.
Huang Rong smiled. "You are sly! Always choosy. You know you will suffer loss if you hit me first. OK, I am being generous to you; let me hit you first."
Ouyang Ke was going to say, "That case I will hit you first." But before he could open his mouth Huang Rong had already called out, "Watch out!" She immediately sent her palm to attack. Something flashing in her hand; turned out she was throwing some secret projectiles.
Ouyang Ke saw the multitude of projectiles; normally he would use his folding fan to parry an attack like this, but his fan was crushed in Hong Qigong's hand; he could also use his long sleeve to wrap the projectiles, but his sleeves were torn earlier. The steel needles encompassed an area about six, seven feet wide; if he leaped sideways, he would be out of the circle. He had no time to consider any other alternatives, so he leaped about ten feet vertically upward. The steel needles all flew below him.
Huang Rong waited until he was at the peak and was falling back down before she called out, "Here comes the second attack!" Her two hands launched about a hundred steel needles. It was the 'man tian hua yu zhi jin zhen' [blossoms rain from the sky tossing needles technique] from Hong Qigong. She did not even try to aim, just shot out the needles toward Ouyang Ke.
Even if Ouyang Ke's skill were much higher, his body was midair; there was simply no way he could avoid it. "I am finished!" he sighed in his heart, "This slave girl is so vicious." Right at that moment he felt someone pulled his collar and his body moved back upward; with swishing noise the needles fell to the ground.
Ouyang Ke knew somebody must have saved him. He was thrown back to the ground. It was not too hard, but the energy behind that throw was peculiar – a sign of highly skilled martial artist; he fell left shoulder first. Naturally he tried to stand back up, but he was unable to do so. He was rolling around on the ground before he finally managed to stand. He knew it must be Hong Qigong, because nobody in that vicinity had that kind of skill. He was terrified yet upset; immediately walked out the temple without saying anything. His female disciples followed.
"Master, why did you save this scoundrel?" Huang Rong asked.
Hong Qigong smiled. "His uncle is an old friend of mine. This kid had committed many disgraceful acts; he deserved to be damned. But it wouldn't be good for his uncle's face if he were injured in my hand." He patted Huang Rong on the shoulder and said, "Smart girl, you have given my face much good today. How should I reward you?"
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Ouyang Ke saw the exquisiteness of her moves; he did not dare to be careless. His right arm extended and suddenly curved back to hit her shoulder. This move from the [spirit snake fist] was swift. His hand almost touched Huang Rong body when he suddenly remembered that she was wearing the soft hedgehog armor. If he proceeded, wouldn't his fist be dripping with blood?
Huang Rong quickly dodged and sent both her palms whishing toward an opening on his face. Ouyang Ke brushed his sleeve and parried her palms.
Huang Rong's body was protected by the soft hedgehog armor, her hands were covered with ointment; the only part unprotected was her face. Ouyang Ke was in a predicament; he was getting attacked without any chance to hit back. Even though the [spirit snake fist] was wonderful; he was forced to fly east and dodging west trying to elude Huang Rong's attack, while keeping himself from touching her palms. "If I hit her face to gain victory, that would be offensive to her, and if I pull her hair, I treat her rudely; but other than that I can't think of anything else," he thought. But suddenly he got an idea. He stepped aside and quickly tore the corner of his sleeve; made it into two parts and wrapped them on his hands. With protected hands he tried to grab Huang Rong's palms.
"You lost!" Huang Rong jumped out of the arena and called out. "It was not the stinky snake fist."
"Oh, I forgot," Ouyang Ke said.
"Your stinky snake fist is not that special, it cannot defeat Hong Qigong's disciple," Huang Rong continued. "At the Zhao Palace you defeated me, but that was because you have Liang Ziweng, Sha Tongtian, Peng Lianhu, Reverend Ling Zhi, and also that wart-headed Hou Tonghai alongside. I was overwhelmed by sheer numbers; also I did not want to get into trouble, so I admitted defeat. OK, now that we have defeated each other, let's just have a match to decide victory or defeat."
Li Sheng and the other were taken aback, they thought, "Even though this young girl's martial art is good, but she is definitely not this man's match. She won by using a trick. Why would she add something superfluous and ruin the victory? What else does she want to prove?"
Hong Qigong on the other hand fully realized that this girl was full of clever tricks; she must have something in her mind to play trick on the enemy. So he simply smiled but did not say anything. He continued gnawing the chicken leftover and noisily ate, like the chicken was the best food in the world.
"Why are you so serious?" Ouyang Ke laughed. "Either you win or I win, it doesn't make a difference. But if you really want to play, I will accompany you."
"At the Zhao Palace we were surrounded by your friends. If I won, they would surely attack me; thus I was not willing to fight you seriously," Huang Rong said. "But now you have your friends," she pointed to the female disciples/concubines in whites, "and I also have my friends. Although you have more friends than I do, I am not afraid. Let us fight just like we did before: you may draw a circle on the ground; we will follow the same rule; whoever steps out of the circle first, lose. I have kowtowed and take Senior Qigong as my master; I also have highly skilled martial siblings, including this young man. You do not have to tie your hands behind you back as before."
Ouyang Ke was amused. What she said was partly funny, but also if you think about it, it did make sense. So he planted his left foot on the ground, and used it as the axis; while his right foot was stretched three feet apart. He turned around and made a circle about six feet in diameter.
The Beggar Clan people did not like him, but seeing this they could not help but secretly praised him.
Huang Rong entered the circle and said, "Are we going to fight 'soft' way ['wen' – literature] or 'hard' way ['wu' – military, or martial art]?"
Ouyang Ke was baffled, "You are eccentric," he said in his heart, but his mouth asked, "How do fight the 'soft' way? And how do you fight the 'hard' way?"
"If we fight the soft way, I attack you three times, you don't counterattack; then you attack me three times, I won't counterattack," Huang Rong explained. "If we fight the hard way, we can fight each other at will. You can use your dead snake fist or live mouse stance, I don't care. Whoever steps out of the circle first, lose."
Ouyang Ke thought for a moment. "I think we'd better fight the soft way," he said. "That way we can avoid injury and won't spoil our friendship."
"If you chose 'hard' way, you will certainly lost," Huang Rong said. "But if we fight 'soft' way, you still have a chance. Good! Let us fight as you wish, the 'soft' way. Do you go first, or I go first?"
How could Ouyang Ke hit her first? "Certainly ladies first," he said.
Huang Rong smiled. "You are sly! Always choosy. You know you will suffer loss if you hit me first. OK, I am being generous to you; let me hit you first."
Ouyang Ke was going to say, "That case I will hit you first." But before he could open his mouth Huang Rong had already called out, "Watch out!" She immediately sent her palm to attack. Something flashing in her hand; turned out she was throwing some secret projectiles.
Ouyang Ke saw the multitude of projectiles; normally he would use his folding fan to parry an attack like this, but his fan was crushed in Hong Qigong's hand; he could also use his long sleeve to wrap the projectiles, but his sleeves were torn earlier. The steel needles encompassed an area about six, seven feet wide; if he leaped sideways, he would be out of the circle. He had no time to consider any other alternatives, so he leaped about ten feet vertically upward. The steel needles all flew below him.
Huang Rong waited until he was at the peak and was falling back down before she called out, "Here comes the second attack!" Her two hands launched about a hundred steel needles. It was the 'man tian hua yu zhi jin zhen' [blossoms rain from the sky tossing needles technique] from Hong Qigong. She did not even try to aim, just shot out the needles toward Ouyang Ke.
Even if Ouyang Ke's skill were much higher, his body was midair; there was simply no way he could avoid it. "I am finished!" he sighed in his heart, "This slave girl is so vicious." Right at that moment he felt someone pulled his collar and his body moved back upward; with swishing noise the needles fell to the ground.
Ouyang Ke knew somebody must have saved him. He was thrown back to the ground. It was not too hard, but the energy behind that throw was peculiar – a sign of highly skilled martial artist; he fell left shoulder first. Naturally he tried to stand back up, but he was unable to do so. He was rolling around on the ground before he finally managed to stand. He knew it must be Hong Qigong, because nobody in that vicinity had that kind of skill. He was terrified yet upset; immediately walked out the temple without saying anything. His female disciples followed.
"Master, why did you save this scoundrel?" Huang Rong asked.
Hong Qigong smiled. "His uncle is an old friend of mine. This kid had committed many disgraceful acts; he deserved to be damned. But it wouldn't be good for his uncle's face if he were injured in my hand." He patted Huang Rong on the shoulder and said, "Smart girl, you have given my face much good today. How should I reward you?"
Ouyang Ke saw the exquisiteness of her moves; he did not dare to be careless. His right arm extended and suddenly curved back to hit her shoulder. This move from the spirit snake fist was swift. His hand almost touched Huang Rong body when he suddenly remembered that she was wearing the soft hedgehog armor. If he proceeded, wouldn't his fist be dripping with blood?Huang Rong quickly dodged and sent both her palms whishing toward an opening on his face. Ouyang Ke brushed his sleeve and parried her palms.Huang Rong's body was protected by the soft hedgehog armor, her hands were covered with ointment; the only part unprotected was her face. Ouyang Ke was in a predicament; he was getting attacked without any chance to hit back. Even though the spirit snake fist was wonderful; he was forced to fly east and dodging west trying to elude Huang Rong's attack, while keeping himself from touching her palms. "If I hit her face to gain victory, that would be offensive to her, and if I pull her hair, I treat her rudely; but other than that I can't think of anything else," he thought. But suddenly he got an idea. He stepped aside and quickly tore the corner of his sleeve; made it into two parts and wrapped them on his hands. With protected hands he tried to grab Huang Rong's palms."You lost!" Huang Rong jumped out of the arena and called out. "It was not the stinky snake fist.""Oh, I forgot," Ouyang Ke said."Your stinky snake fist is not that special, it cannot defeat Hong Qigong's disciple," Huang Rong continued. "At the Zhao Palace you defeated me, but that was because you have Liang Ziweng, Sha Tongtian, Peng Lianhu, Reverend Ling Zhi, and also that wart-headed Hou Tonghai alongside. I was overwhelmed by sheer numbers; also I did not want to get into trouble, so I admitted defeat. OK, now that we have defeated each other, let's just have a match to decide victory or defeat."Li Sheng and the other were taken aback, they thought, "Even though this young girl's martial art is good, but she is definitely not this man's match. She won by using a trick. Why would she add something superfluous and ruin the victory? What else does she want to prove?"Hong Qigong on the other hand fully realized that this girl was full of clever tricks; she must have something in her mind to play trick on the enemy. So he simply smiled but did not say anything. He continued gnawing the chicken leftover and noisily ate, like the chicken was the best food in the world."Why are you so serious?" Ouyang Ke laughed. "Either you win or I win, it doesn't make a difference. But if you really want to play, I will accompany you.""At the Zhao Palace we were surrounded by your friends. If I won, they would surely attack me; thus I was not willing to fight you seriously," Huang Rong said. "But now you have your friends," she pointed to the female disciples/concubines in whites, "and I also have my friends. Although you have more friends than I do, I am not afraid. Let us fight just like we did before: you may draw a circle on the ground; we will follow the same rule; whoever steps out of the circle first, lose. I have kowtowed and take Senior Qigong as my master; I also have highly skilled martial siblings, including this young man. You do not have to tie your hands behind you back as before."Ouyang Ke was amused. What she said was partly funny, but also if you think about it, it did make sense. So he planted his left foot on the ground, and used it as the axis; while his right foot was stretched three feet apart. He turned around and made a circle about six feet in diameter.The Beggar Clan people did not like him, but seeing this they could not help but secretly praised him.Huang Rong entered the circle and said, "Are we going to fight 'soft' way 'wen' literature or 'hard' way 'wu' military, or martial art?"Ouyang Ke was baffled, "You are eccentric," he said in his heart, but his mouth asked, "How do fight the 'soft' way? And how do you fight the 'hard' way?""If we fight the soft way, I attack you three times, you don't counterattack; then you attack me three times, I won't counterattack," Huang Rong explained. "If we fight the hard way, we can fight each other at will. You can use your dead snake fist or live mouse stance, I don't care. Whoever steps out of the circle first, lose."Ouyang Ke thought for a moment. "I think we'd better fight the soft way," he said. "That way we can avoid injury and won't spoil our friendship.""If you chose 'hard' way, you will certainly lost," Huang Rong said. "But if we fight 'soft' way, you still have a chance. Good! Let us fight as you wish, the 'soft' way. Do you go first, or I go first?"How could Ouyang Ke hit her first? "Certainly ladies first," he said.Huang Rong smiled. "You are sly! Always choosy. You know you will suffer loss if you hit me first. OK, I am being generous to you; let me hit you first."Ouyang Ke was going to say, "That case I will hit you first." But before he could open his mouth Huang Rong had already called out, "Watch out!" She immediately sent her palm to attack. Something flashing in her hand; turned out she was throwing some secret projectiles.Ouyang Ke saw the multitude of projectiles; normally he would use his folding fan to parry an attack like this, but his fan was crushed in Hong Qigong's hand; he could also use his long sleeve to wrap the projectiles, but his sleeves were torn earlier. The steel needles encompassed an area about six, seven feet wide; if he leaped sideways, he would be out of the circle. He had no time to consider any other alternatives, so he leaped about ten feet vertically upward. The steel needles all flew below him.Huang Rong waited until he was at the peak and was falling back down before she called out, "Here comes the second attack!" Her two hands launched about a hundred steel needles. It was the 'man tian hua yu zhi jin zhen' blossoms rain from the sky tossing needles technique from Hong Qigong. She did not even try to aim, just shot out the needles toward Ouyang Ke.Even if Ouyang Ke's skill were much higher, his body was midair; there was simply no way he could avoid it. "I am finished!" he sighed in his heart, "This slave girl is so vicious." Right at that moment he felt someone pulled his collar and his body moved back upward; with swishing noise the needles fell to the ground.Ouyang Ke knew somebody must have saved him. He was thrown back to the ground. It was not too hard, but the energy behind that throw was peculiar a sign of highly skilled martial artist; he fell left shoulder first. Naturally he tried to stand back up, but he was unable to do so. He was rolling around on the ground before he finally managed to stand. He knew it must be Hong Qigong, because nobody in that vicinity had that kind of skill. He was terrified yet upset; immediately walked out the temple without saying anything. His female disciples followed."Master, why did you save this scoundrel?" Huang Rong asked.Hong Qigong smiled. "His uncle is an old friend of mine. This kid had committed many disgraceful acts; he deserved to be damned. But it wouldn't be good for his uncle's face if he were injured in my hand." He patted Huang Rong on the shoulder and said, "Smart girl, you have given my face much good today. How should I reward you?"
