The Legend of the Condor Heroes (Complete Edition) (Simplified Chinese)

Chapter One: The Fall of Xiangyang Butterfly Loves

Flowers

Who remembers the youthful wanderings of Mount Hua?

Gazing north towards Zhongnan, pitifully imprisoned by love.

A beauty laughs by the Black Dragon Pool, a cup of wine of longing drips away.

The Heaven-Slaying Sword 　　remains unclaimed, its fate sealed in the Central Plains.

At the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, the destiny begins with an old monk. How many events 　　have unfolded in the martial world, how many times have blood and tears, how many times has sorrow been shed? Springtime in Xiangyang is a time of blooming flowers. Miss Guo, who had been traveling for many years, returned to her home in Xiangyang a month ago. This should have been a joyous occasion, but on this day, faint sobs could be heard 　　from the Guo family mansion. Wu Dunru, his arm wrapped in white gauze, his armor stained with blood, knelt motionless in the hall. Opposite him, Guo Jing's face was ashen, his tiger eyes filled with tears, and even the few strands of his short beard trembled slightly. If it weren't for his wife holding his hand, even with his strong will, Guo Jing would have lost his composure in front of the Xiangyang soldiers in the room. 　　Several women of the Guo family were already weeping in the back hall. Guo Fu was sobbing uncontrollably in her sister's arms, while Wanyan Ping and Yelü Yan were embracing, weeping incessantly. A six-year-old boy ran out from the inner hall and threw himself onto Wanyan Ping's lap, crying, "Mommy, Mommy, why didn't Father come back with Uncle... Where did Father go?" 　　Wanyan Ping, her eyes red, hugged the boy tightly and said sorrowfully, "Hua'er, your father died for his country..." After saying this, she choked up and could not speak further, hugging her son tightly and weeping bitterly. 　　In the front hall, Huang Rong had already stood up and said, "Dunru, everyone is here. Tell me again what happened the other day in detail." The "everyone" she was referring to was naturally the Xiangyang city defense generals who had just arrived at the Guo residence, as well as Lord Lü Wende, the Xiangyang Pacification Commissioner. 　　Wu Dunru barely straightened up, his eyes vacant and his face frighteningly pale, clearly having lost too much blood and was seriously injured. 　　"Last month, the Mongols launched an uprising in eastern Sichuan. My master sent my brother and I, along with Lawyer Ye and Senior Advisor Gao, to Yingzhou to procure provisions for defense. Lord Lü was also aware of this. This time, the Mongol army was too powerful, so we naturally proceeded cautiously, and things were going relatively smoothly... But the day before yesterday, when we reached the vicinity of Guanzitan, we planned to rest briefly in the river and return by boat at dawn. Unexpectedly, in the middle of the night, countless Mongol soldiers suddenly surged in from the west. We fought valiantly, but the enemy was too numerous. Lawyer Ye, Senior Advisor Gao, and my brother all... all fought to the death... I was already prepared to die..." …But I fear the city is unaware of the news, and we can only endure this humiliation and live in fear… Please punish me, sir and master!” 　　Huang Rong sighed, “You knew the Mongols were coming from the west, so why did you still anchor your ships on the west bank? How careless ! Xiangyang is the last line of defense for our Great Song Dynasty. We lost our supplies and two thousand men… Alas… Now the remaining grain in the city will only last for ten days…” 　　Guo Jing waved his hand sadly and said, “Rong’er, forget it. The matter of supplies is settled. Dunru, get up. This time it was my miscalculation, Guo Jing. I will take full responsibility. I don’t blame you brothers.” " The Mongols have circled around to ! In this battle for survival, we have no way out!" With that, he stood up, drew his sword, and with a swift motion, sliced off a corner of the table beside him. Holding the sword in both hands, he turned to Lü Wende and said, "Today, I, Guo, have failed the trust of the people of Xiangyang. I was prepared to die to atone for my sins! But now, with the enemy at our doorstep, I beg Lord Lü to allow me to die on the battlefield to repay the country!" 　　Lü Wende, who had been watching Huang Rong and Guo Jing, observed their conversation. Although they were guest advisors, the battles had always been led by Guo and Huang. Hearing that their supplies had been lost and the Mongols had circled around to Xiangyang's rear , his legs suddenly began to tremble uncontrollably beneath his robes. He wanted to speak, but ultimately remained silent. After a long pause, he said , "Great Hero Guo... there's no need to harm your body. The soldiers in the city still rely on Great Hero Guo to lead the fight against the enemy." 　　The generals of Xiangyang also clasped their hands and said in unison, "We are willing to live and die with Great Hero Guo, we swear to defend Xiangyang, and not let down the spirit of the men !" 　　Huang Rong praised, "What a wonderful promise of not letting down the spirit of the men of our Great Song! My husband and I swear to live and die with everyone, and defend Xiangyang!" After saying this, she turned around and sat down, and rearranged the generals to set up the city defenses. The Mongols had bypassed the city to the south, and the city defenses needed to be reorganized again. She was the female strategist of Xiangyang, respected by the entire city, and all the generals obeyed her orders and left the hall. 　　After the arrangements were completed, Huang Rong felt weak all over. Today she had lost two of her closest relatives. Although she had known that helping to defend Xiangyang would end like this, she still couldn't help but shed tears. Just now, he had been struggling to stay upright, but he could clearly hear his daughters crying in the back hall. He was about to get up to comfort his daughters and his apprentice's wife when he heard Lü Wende speak: "Great Hero Guo, Madam Guo, do you think this time... this time, really? Can we really hold Xiangyang?" He had held back these words for a long time, but after the generals left, he could no longer contain himself. 　　Sichuan had fallen, the Mongols were advancing rapidly, and Xiangyang was about to be surrounded on all sides. This situation was far more dangerous than ever before. 　　Guo Jing said unhappily, "We'll hold it whether we can or not!" 　　Huang Rong tugged at her husband's sleeve and asked, "Lord Lü, what is the meaning of your words?" 　　Lü Wende said in a trembling voice, "Perhaps... perhaps we should retreat, retreat..." He uttered the word "retreat" twice. Thinking of the Mongols' habit of massacring entire cities after a fall, his lips twitched involuntarily. He was an official of the court; deserting in the face of battle was a crime he had committed. The fact that he was now saying such things showed the extent of his fear. 　　Guo Jing roared, "Lord Lü, what are you saying?! Our Great Song Dynasty relies entirely on Xiangyang to shield the south of the Yangtze River. Where can you retreat to now? Xiangyang is a fortified city with deep rivers, easy to defend and difficult to attack. If we retreat, the Mongols will have no way to stop us. Do you want us to perish?!" 　　Lü Wende stammered, "Even... even if we become commoners... 　　even if we are just ordinary people, it would be better..." Guo Jing slammed his fist on the table, shattering it to pieces, and shouted, "Today I will kill you, you dog of an official! If it weren't for incompetent , our Han people would not suffer so much!" 　　Lü Wende was startled and cried out, "Guo Jing, you... are you going to rebel?" 　　Huang Rong's heart stirred, and she tugged at Guo Jing's sleeve. Guo Jing turned around and saw a deep meaning in his wife's gentle gaze, and finally held back. Huang Rong said to Lü Wende, "Lord Lü, Xiangyang is now indefensible to force you to stay here and die with us. However, you are the leader of Xiangyang. The people and soldiers all rely on your protection. If you leave, it may affect the morale of Xiangyang." 　　Lü Wende said, "Xiangyang has long been under your control. What am I... what am I still doing here!"

"I'll just sneak out of the city myself!" he said, his anger rising, and his courage seemingly growing.

Huang Rong said, "Since you've made up your mind, my husband and I won't force you to stay. However, with war raging and

the roads unsafe, it might be inconvenient for you to travel alone. Perhaps Dunru could escort you... It seems the Mongols will besiege

Xiangyang for another three or four days. If you head east, you should still be able to escape."

"Rong'er!" Guo Jing was already furious at this corrupt official's attempt to desert, and he couldn't understand why his wife

wanted Dawu to escort him.

Huang Rong smiled slightly at Guo Jing, and seeing the bittersweet smile on her lips, Guo Jing felt a surge of tenderness in his heart,

as if he had returned to their wedding day. Hearing Huang Rong say to Wu Dunru, "Dunru, tonight you will accompany

Lord . Take your wife, Ping'er and her child, as well as Fu'er, Xiang'er, and Po Nu, with you. You

must take good care of them..." Wu Dunru's eyes showed a hint of surprise, but he nodded in agreement.

Guo Jing suddenly understood. Although he and his wife were determined to perish with Xiangyang, why should their young children also

be buried with them? They were so young, with long lives ahead of them; let them go first. But the people of Xiangyang

were still alive , and his children were leaving first—how could he justify that? No wonder Rong'er used the excuse of escorting Lü Wende.

At this moment, he was torn and didn't know what to do. How should he choose between his parental instincts and his own

mission ?

Lü Wende, however, had already stood up, overjoyed, and said, "As Madam Guo wishes, I will go home and pack my family.

Tonight at midnight, we can leave the city!" He meant that he was truly preparing for a blatant escape. Without even saying goodbye,

he turned and headed towards the gate. In his haste, he tripped on the threshold and nearly fell.

Just then, a young boy and girl emerged from the back hall, calling out in unison, "Father, Mother! Don't go!" The

boy, with his dark complexion, thick eyebrows, and large eyes, was none other than Guo Polu. The girl, beautiful and youthful, was none other than the second young lady,

Guo Xiang. The two had overheard their mother's words in the back hall and had only come out after Lü Wende had left.

Guo Polu said to Guo Xiang, "Sister, you and Brother Wu go. I'll stay here with Father and Mother!"

Guo Xiang replied, "Brother, you go with Brother Wu. I haven't been home for a long time; I should stay with Father and Mother."

The two siblings were unwilling to yield to each other, each willing to die alongside their parents to defend the city.

Huang Rong smiled slightly, put her arm around Guo Xiang's shoulder, and said softly, "Silly child, what's the point of arguing about this..." As she spoke

, she untied the long sword from her waist and hung it beside Guo Xiang, whispering, "Xiang'er, if you remember your father and mother, I've forgotten our

painstaking efforts today."

Guo Xiang looked down and saw two seal characters engraved on the long sword: "Yitian" (倚天, meaning "Heavenly Sword"). A sense of confusion washed over her .

"Could this be the Heavenly Sword that Mother reforged with the Xuan Tie Sword?" She turned her head and saw her father also hanging a long sword around her younger brother's

waist .

It must be the "Dragon-Slaying Saber." She had only heard of these two weapons since returning home, and this

was the first time she had seen them. Now that the sword was at her waist, she felt a certain weight in it. It seemed that her parents were going to pass these two weapons

down to her and her brother.

"Mother, you must keep this sword for self-defense!"

"Silly child, don't I still have a bamboo stick to beat dogs? Your mother is highly skilled in martial arts; let's see who dares to come near me

." Guo Xiang looked up and saw her mother smiling, but she couldn't help but shed tears.

Huang Rong took Guo Xiang's small hand and said softly, "Xiang'er, be good, don't cry. Mother will tell you a story." She whispered

the secret of the Heaven-Reliant Sword and the Dragon-Slaying Saber into Guo Xiang's ear. She added, "You and your brother should keep this sword and saber carefully. In the

future, you will unite the martial arts world, lead the heroes, and restore the Han dynasty. It all lies within these swords and sabers."

Huang Rong was an exceptionally intelligent person. Now that the Mongol forces were unstoppable, leaving the swords and sabers to her children

was both sweet and bittersweet. The image of her children growing up, dominating the martial arts world, and leading the masses seemed to be right before

her eyes , but unfortunately, she would not be able to see it.

On the other side, Guo Polu shouted, "Sister, Father said I can stay in the city. After we defeat the Mongol army, I

'll come back to take you home, okay?"

Huang Rong was startled and turned to see her husband and son standing arm in arm, the two of them now the same height. Looking at her husband's expression,

she knew he had made up his mind, and she couldn't help but feel a little sad. But thinking that the father and son could work together to fight the enemy and defend the country, she was

also happy. She then said to Guo Xiang, "Xiang'er, listen to your mother, okay?"

Guo Xiang nodded with tears in her eyes, "Mother, Xiang'er understands, I will listen to you." But she secretly made up her mind,

"After I send my sister, my senior brother, and my senior sister-in-law to a safe place, I will come back to be with my parents!"

*** *** *** ***

One month later, in Xiangyang City...

The first ray of light in the east pierced through the dark clouds. The city of Xiangyang, which the Song army and civilians had defended for six years, was now awash in blood,

smoke everywhere, and little sign of life remained. It was as silent as death. The dull thud of hooves swirled in the wind,

sweeping through the streets and markets, mingling with the unbridled cheers of the Mongols. Xiangyang was enduring a silent

humiliation it had never experienced before!

Two Mongol cavalrymen clattered into a narrow alley, the soldiers on horseback brandishing heads

on laughing wildly as they searched the area with smug eyes. One of them suddenly pointed forward

and cheered. Behind a broken wall, a woman in pale yellow robes emerged from the smoke of battle. The two spurred their horses

excitedly and charged straight for their easy prey.

The woman, however, seemed oblivious, carefully searching among the scattered corpses of Song soldiers. The two

cavalrymen had already charged within three zhang (approximately 10 meters) when they saw the woman's disheveled hair, but her rich clothing and beautiful figure filled them

with elation. A man laughed loudly, "Beautiful lady, where do you think you're going!"

He released the reins, spurred his horse, and lunged at the woman with both hands. Suddenly, the woman swung her hand,

and a bamboo stick struck him hard in the face. Unable to dodge in time, he fell heavily from his horse.

The cavalryman behind him was startled, barely managing to rein in his horse, and swung his long sword at the enemy's head.

The woman stepped back, dodging the sword, but her steps faltered, seemingly exhausted. The

cavalryman seeing his enemy dodge, roared in anger and was about to spur his horse forward when he heard the woman shout, "

Where is my son?" She spoke in Mongolian, though not fluently, which still startled the cavalryman.

The fallen Mongolian soldier in front scrambled to his feet, roared, and pounced on the woman. She

kicked him to the ground again, stomped on his chest, and asked, "Where is Guo Jing?"

The Mongol looked up and saw a woman of extraordinary beauty. Though her face was smeared with smoke and blood,

her features were still exquisite, and her snow-white skin was still faintly visible. The Mongol soldier shouted, "Guo Jing is dead! Yesterday at

the city gate , hahaha... You're Guo Jing's wife? Surrender now, you vile woman!"

This woman was Huang Rong. Since being separated from her husband and son in the chaos of battle yesterday afternoon, she had been

searching the city all night. She had been fighting her way through the city and was already exhausted. When she encountered two lone Mongol soldiers, she wanted

to capture them to get information. She knew that her husband was quite famous among the Mongols, and even if he was surrounded in the chaos, he

would most likely be captured and not necessarily killed. Before her marriage, she had accompanied Guo Jing and the Mongol army on their expedition to West Asia, so she

naturally understood some Mongol. Suddenly hearing the devastating news, she didn't have time to distinguish fact from fiction. She felt a wave of dire straits and almost fainted.

Suddenly, someone grabbed her waist from behind. It was another Mongol soldier who had dismounted and quietly circled around behind her.

The man shouted and tried to trip Huang Rong. Startled, Huang Rong grabbed his belt,

tilted her body slightly, and tossed the enemy over her head. Just as she succeeded, her ankle was grabbed, and

she was thrown into the air before being slammed to the ground. It was the Mongol soldier who had been kicked down who had taken advantage of her distraction to launch a sneak attack.

The Mongol soldier flipped over and pinned Huang Rong down, exclaiming joyfully, "Haha, caught her! I've caught Guo Jing's

wife! Hahahaha..." Seeing Huang Rong's eyes closed and motionless, he knew she had fainted from exhaustion.

He quickly took out a rope and tied Huang Rong's hands. Seeing the beautiful woman's exquisite figure lying on the ground,

he couldn't resist reaching out and pinching her soft, rounded breasts. Even through a thin spring garment, they felt supple and tender to the touch

—truly a masterpiece. He couldn't help but exclaim, "What a beautiful woman!"

Suddenly, he heard his companion shout, "Zagur, watch out!" Before he could turn around, he was grabbed by the back of

his collar, his head slammed against the brick wall with a thud, leaving him dizzy and disoriented. Then, his neck went numb as it was snapped . 　　The Mongol soldiers nearby, seeing their companion killed in an instant by a masked man in blue, were terrified and fled in panic towards the alleyway, screaming and scrambling. The man in blue didn't chase after them

. He picked up a steel knife from the ground with his toe, and with a flick of his leg, the knife, as if guided by eyes, pierced straight into the back of a Mongol soldier. 　　After dealing with the two Mongol soldiers, the man in blue bent down to check on Huang Rong. Seeing that she seemed unharmed, only exhausted and unconscious, he scooped her up in his arms and leaped onto the roof. After getting his bearings, he headed northeast of Xiangyang City. 　　Chapter Two: Family Destroyed, Where is the Body? 　　Huang Rong didn't know how long she had been unconscious when she suddenly vaguely felt someone rubbing her face. Startled , she struggled to open her eyes, only to see a man beside her wiping her face with a white cloth. 　　"Da Wu, it's you!" The man before her was none other than her eldest disciple, Wu Dunru. She had clearly told him to escort Fu'er and the others away; how could he be here? 　　"Master's wife, you're awake!" Wu Dunru's face lit up with joy. He put down the white cloth and helped Huang Rong to her feet. 　　Huang Rong was taken aback. Although it was her disciple serving her, in all these years, apart from her husband, she had never let another man wipe her face or help her up. A slight blush crept onto her face. Turning her head, she saw that she was lying in a thatched hut. Beneath her was a straw mat, and beside the bed were a few dilapidated tables and chairs. Through a half-broken window, the sunlight slanted in; it was already afternoon . 　　She wondered how Wu Dunru had managed to bring her here. Glancing at the green bamboo staff beside the bed, the image of Xiangyang City shrouded in blood and smoke suddenly . Her eyes reddened, and she asked in a trembling voice, "Where is this? Can you see your master, junior brother... Fu'er and the others...?" 　　Wu Dunru said, "Don't worry, Master's wife, Junior Sister and the others are all well... But Master and Junior Brother..." At this point, he suddenly slammed his palm on the low table beside him, and cried out in grief, "I will avenge Master and the others! Master's wife, wait until I get you to a safe place, then I will go and assassinate that Mongol general!" 　　Huang Rong was stunned. Wu Dunru's words were all too clear. Could it be that Brother Jing and Po Lu had already...? Thinking of this, her heart broke, and her thoughts were completely blank. She stood there for a long time before softly asking, "Dunru, is your master really... really gone... and Po Lu..." 　　Wu Dunru only said, "Yesterday outside the city gate..." and then fell silent. 　　After a long silence, Huang Rong sighed, "Your master has finally fulfilled his wish, and I must go with him ... Dunru, don't act rashly. You still have to take care of your wife, your siblings, and Hua'er. Xiangyang is gone. From now on, find a safe place and don't end up like your master and mistress." 　　Wu Dunru said, "Mistress, are you worried about me?" He stood up and sighed. "Mistress must remember my assassination attempt on Kublai Khan. It's my fault for not mastering the martial arts you and my master taught me properly. I'm such a fool." 　　Huang Rong said, "What does it matter if your martial arts are high or low? You were young and prone to causing trouble, so it's not your fault. Besides, even if your master was skilled, what could he change?" Thinking of her husband's failure and death , she couldn't help but shed tears. History always flows like a long river; even true heroes and great men, how many can resist this invisible force? 　　Wu Dunru remained silent for a moment, then composed himself, his face suddenly contorted with barely suppressed rage as he spoke , "Master's wife, I've never asked you for anything before. But these past few days, I've been thinking of my younger brother, Lawyer Ye, my master, and my junior brother. Although my martial arts will never match my master's, I believe that with diligent practice, I can surely accomplish great things for the country and its people! If I endure this humiliation and live in seclusion, how can others still consider me a disciple ?" 　　"You want to learn the Nine Yin Manual?" Huang Rong was slightly startled. Her intelligence was rare. Although Wu Dunru was usually taciturn and rarely smiled, a very composed and steady person, his impassioned tone today indicated that he was overwhelmed with intense emotions. 　　Huang Rong and her husband treated their two disciples equally, but they had never passed on the Nine Yin Manual. Firstly, their natural talents were limited, and secondly, the Wu brothers had a very strong family tradition of martial arts. Even if they mastered all the skills of the Dali Duan family, they could become top-tier masters in the martial arts world. But if they were greedy and tried to learn everything, it could easily backfire. Hearing Wu Dunru's indirect hints Huang Rong couldn't help but wonder: Was this child, Dunru, really so eager for revenge?! 　　Seeing that Huang Rong didn't answer, Wu Dunru finally sighed and said, "Actually, my master and mistress didn't pass on the Nine Yin Manual to me..."

" I know your good intentions. My skills are insufficient; if I were to presumptuously learn this supreme martial art, it would likely be harmful.

But with the world in chaos and my master deceased, I cannot bear to see the Mongols continue to bully us like this."

Wu Dunru stood by the window, his back to Huang Rong. Not wanting Huang Rong to see his pleading gaze, he spoke

these words , but in his heart, he still believed they were just an excuse from Guo Jing and his wife.

Huang Rong sighed, "Dunru, actually, if you practice your One-Finger Divine Skill properly, it is also a supreme

martial art in the martial world. Look at your father and grandmaster; who would dare to underestimate them?" After saying this, she felt

a slight unease. But with the city destroyed and her family ruined these past few days, she had no time to consider her disciple's feelings.

Wu Dunru turned around, picked up a bowl of millet porridge from the table, sat down next to Huang Rong, put his right arm around

her waist, and let her lean against his chest. He said softly, "What you say is true, Master's wife. I was a little confused just now. This

porridge isn't too hot anymore, have some first." As he spoke, he held the bowl to Huang Rong's lips, intending to feed her.

Huang Rong blushed and finally turned her head slightly, saying, "Don't drink it, Dunru, you should go... I want to go with your

master..." Having heard news of Guo Jing's death several times, her heart was already like withered wood, and she only wanted to follow her husband to the underworld. She

had no heart to drink porridge.

Wu Dunru said, "Master's wife, do you think I don't know the feelings between you and Master? But don't you think about Fu Mei and Junior

Sister? If they knew how you treated them, they would be heartbroken."

Huang Rong's heart skipped a beat. Yes, she still had two daughters in this world! She hesitated for a moment, and finally

took a sip of the porridge. Wu Dunru smiled gently, "That's good. Master's wife, drink a few more sips. Once you've regained

your strength, we'll go find Junior Sister and the others." His tone was gentle, as if he were coaxing a child. Huang Rong

drank several more sips from the porcelain bowl. The warm rice porridge warmed her body. However, she didn't notice that

Wu Dunru's lips were already slightly upturned, a strange smile on his face.

After drinking half a bowl of millet porridge, Huang Rong shook her head and whispered, "That's good. I'm still

weak and need to rest for a while."

Just then, the wooden door outside the thatched hut was suddenly kicked open twice, and two burly men entered the house. Both

men were dressed in black and masked. Seeing Huang Rong and Wu Dunru together, they laughed loudly, "

So is here after all… Oh, is that your new lover hugging you? I can't believe your husband's only been dead two days, and you

're already embracing another man. How lewd! Hahahaha!"

Huang Rong was beautiful, and thanks to her excellent maintenance, she looked no more than thirty years old. These two men,

with their foul language , actually recognized Huang Rong—were they spies sent by the Mongols?

On the other side, Wu Dunru leaped up, cursing, "Where did this dog come from? You're asking for death!" As he spoke,

he

threw a punch at the masked man on his left. Wu Dunru had practiced diligently for over twenty years, making him a first-rate martial artist. However, the masked man

caught his fist. The man cursed, "Go to hell!" and kicked Wu Dunru in the stomach. With a crash,

the wooden chair beside him was crushed to pieces by Wu Dunru. The masked man followed up with another kick, sending Wu Dunru tumbling into a corner.

He cursed, "You dog, don't you even know your own strength before you start fighting with your grandpa?"

Huang Rong was surprised to see Wu Dunru knocked down in one move by the masked man, and then noticed her disciple had already fainted

. She grabbed a bamboo stick from beside the bed and said in a low voice, "Who are you people!" Although she hadn't fully recovered her strength,

she was not particularly panicked due to her extensive experience.

The two men didn't answer, but chuckled lewdly and surrounded Huang Rong from the left and right. One of them

laughed , "This chick is quite beautiful. Once we catch her, I'll have some fun."

Huang Rong was furious. She flicked her wrist, using a move called "Beating Two Dogs with a Stick," sweeping the bamboo stick at the two men.

As soon as the stick struck, she suddenly felt all her internal energy drain away! She quickly used a "tripping" technique, a method of using

minimal force deflect maximum force, striking the two men's Huantiao acupoints with two sharp cracks. Although Huang Rong landed a blow, the two

men staggered and immediately straightened up.

The burly man on the right laughed, "What a feisty girl! I'll show you what I'm capable of!" With that,

he opened his arms and lunged at Huang Rong. His chest was wide open, completely unguarded, clearly

underestimating .

Huang Rong, now utterly powerless, could only raise her bamboo stick and aim for his acupoint on his chest. The burly man dodged to the left,

trying to avoid the stick. But the Dog-Beating Stick Technique was incredibly refined; the stick moved like a thousand shadows, striking his chest with a sharp crack.

However, Huang Rong's internal energy had vanished without a trace, and the stick was a fraction of a second too slow to strike the acupoint.

The burly man flew into a rage, cursing, "You filthy woman, you don't know what's good for you!" He raised his hand to grab Huang Rong's chest

. Huang Rong, though flustered, remained calm. Predicting his forward momentum, she slightly shifted the tip of her stick, aiming for his Tanzhong acupoint on his chest. The

burly man, whose martial arts skills were mediocre, was completely unaware of the danger. Just as his grab was about to touch Huang Rong's breasts, he suddenly felt a numbness

in his chest , and half his body fell onto the straw bed, pinning Huang Rong's legs down .

The other burly man, his view obstructed, was startled to see his brother suddenly lying motionless on the bed.

Wondering what kind of evil magic Huang Rong had used, he hurriedly retreated a few steps, calling out, "Boss, Boss!" Receiving no response, he drew his steel knife from his waist and slashed at Huang Rong twice. 　　With her legs pinned down and unable to move, Huang Rong could only parry with the strength of her bamboo stick. She used hooking, wiping, pointing, and stabbing techniques, avoiding direct contact with his steel knife. Her mind raced; why was she so ? Had she become so feeble? 　　After exchanging several blows, the burly man realized Huang Rong's attacks were weak and dared not engage her in a direct confrontation. With a sudden thought, he wielded a steel knife like a flurry of snowflakes, closing in on Huang Rong step by step. Huang Rong was secretly anxious. With a flick of her left hand, she cried out, "Take this!" The burly man was startled and hastily leaped to the left, thinking his opponent was about to launch a hidden weapon. Huang Rong had already seen through his martial arts style. She slightly swayed her bamboo staff, blocking the man's retreat, and repeated her previous move, the tip of the staff pointing directly at his brow. 　　The burly man was a bit more agile than his brother. Seeing his body about to crash into the bamboo staff, he frantically raised his steel knife in a panic. Huang Rong inwardly cried out in alarm. The bamboo staff had already been struck by the man's steel knife. Her hand was weak, and she could no . 　　The stick bounced off the windowpane with a snap and flew away. Seeing his opponent lose her weapon, the burly man was overjoyed. He threw his steel knife aside and was about to grab Huang Rong. Suddenly, someone tightly gripped his wrist. Turning around, he saw Wu Dunru standing behind him. The burly man cursed, "You surnamed..."

"Wu, you've come up with a brilliant idea! Give me back my brother's life!"

Wu Dunru sneered, picked up the corpse from the bed, and threw it out the window. Seeing how effortlessly he

tossed the burly man, weighing over a hundred pounds, more than ten feet away, he was a far cry from the cowardly figure he had been moments before. Seeing this,

Huang Rong suddenly realized that Wu Dunru, wanting the Nine Yin Manual, had colluded with outsiders to plot against her!

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The Legend of the Condor Heroes (Complete Edition) (Simplified Chinese)

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