Chapter 107: Can't Win, Run

Once Hong Qigong unleashed the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms with his profound inner force, Wu Chengyu was completely outmatched on the spot, able only to dodge, never daring to take a direct hit.

In the fight just now, there were still many moves of the Hundred Families Feast he had yet to use; who would have thought Hong Qigong wouldn't play with him anymore.

But continuing the fight would yield no result, just like when he had used lightness skill to constantly skirmish earlier—no matter what move, Hong Qigong could easily neutralize it; he racked his brains and pulled out all sorts of strange moves, while Hong Qigong, without a second thought, could block them with a mere raise of his hand.

The expected effect of combining the Hundred Families Feast with his astonishing five senses had not manifested at all.

Hong Qigong was the one who had truly achieved perfection, his moves natural and effortless, whereas Wu Chengyu needed to first observe a three-dimensional image before reacting; even if the observation took only an instant, he was already a step slow when striking.

Using this set of his against figures of the Five Absolutes who had generally reached perfection was destined to suffer losses.

Thinking this, Wu Chengyu knew this fight couldn't continue; even if he used lightness skill to maneuver, he was like a mouse pulling a turtle, with no opening to strike, and one careless moment—if he took even one hit, he would surely be injured.

Originally wanting to use Hong Qigong to practice his Hundred Families Feast close-quarters fighting style now had no meaning at all.

These thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning and flint, while he absolutely did not dare to slack off, splitting into shadows to evade this strike of the Arrogant Dragon Has Regrets.

Wu Chengyu split into shadows repeatedly, distancing himself from Hong Qigong, until retreating beyond two zhang before he steadied his stance and faced Hong Qigong again.

"Indeed a Heir of the Murong Family; I've long heard the Murong Family is versed in a hundred martial arts skills, and today seeing it, the reputation is not undeserved."

After the exchange just now, Hong Qigong discovered Wu Chengyu had used over a dozen different martial arts skills in one breath, and at this moment couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

Now Wu Chengyu was even more speechless; his identity as a Heir of the Murong Family seemed thoroughly confirmed, but then he thought that Hong Qigong really hadn't guessed wrong.

"Elder Hong, what I did today isn't as scheming as you think; there's no conspiracy, just some tricks used when killing people."

"Actually we've known each other for a long time, only you didn't recognize me."

Now Wu Chengyu's face was that of a grown man in his twenties, made as handsome as possible, with the template naturally leaning toward Yan Zu, completely different from his original appearance; Hong Qigong absolutely wouldn't expect that the Wu Chengyu on him was not yet sixteen years old.

But just now he had been wrongfully accused of using unscrupulous means, and during the fight had clashed forces with Hong Qigong, so Wu Chengyu had internal injuries, which was why he didn't want to tell Hong Qigong who he really was.

What he did tonight was best not known by others, lest it implicate the clansmen of Wu Family Slope.

And what Hong Qigong wanted to do represented great trouble; Wu Chengyu didn't want to be dragged into it either.

Now he was truly afraid of both sides, so he could only avoid meeting.

"If you don't say, this old beggar will subdue you on the spot and see exactly which old friend you are."

Seeing Hong Qigong preparing to strike again, knowing he couldn't hold out much longer, and that it would be too late if he didn't run now, Wu Chengyu immediately took out the Small Blue Porcelain Bottle from his bosom and held up the last Ai Yi Tiao Chai in his hand.

"Elder Hong saw the power of this pill just now; I don't know if your old self can withstand it."

The words had not fallen when Wu Chengyu completely crushed the pill, wrapped it with the aura of Stars Shift, and threw it rapidly at Hong Qigong, and as it neared Hong Qigong it instantly exploded, the powder completely covering several feet around Hong Qigong.

Hong Qigong had already witnessed the effect of Ai Yi Tiao Chai just now; the effect was unreasonably strong, unprecedented in his life, and now thinking back to those scenes he was still terrified.

Hong Qigong also didn't expect Wu Chengyu to be so lacking in quality, actually sprinkling strong Spring Drug on an old beggar; at this moment he absolutely didn't dare to delay, hurriedly retreating while covering his mouth and nose to avoid the powder.

Wu Chengyu had been waiting for this moment; he turned around and used his full power to execute Crane Shadow Flowing Light, taking advantage of the night to flee.

The exchange just now made Wu Chengyu believe his lightness skill was absolutely above Hong Qigong's; as long as he could delay Hong Qigong even a few breaths, he would definitely have a way to escape.

Hong Qigong saw Wu Chengyu turn and flee, thinking it was bad, hurriedly went around the powder not yet fully dispersed, and rushed forward several steps; at this moment Wu Chengyu's back was getting smaller and smaller, and the old beggar was unwilling, striking out with two palm strikes with all his strength, but unfortunately they landed behind Wu Chengyu.

Watching Wu Chengyu's back vanish in an instant in the night, Hong Qigong couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"Now I absolutely can't catch up; where exactly did he come from? Young in age, extraordinary in martial arts; among the younger generation there really aren't several who are above him. Especially this lightness skill and body movement technique, I'm afraid even Old Poison Man's Instant Thousand Li can't catch up to him."

"The key is his malicious mind and ruthless methods; with such a figure appearing in the martial world, there will be more trouble in the future."

Hong Qigong turned to leave, then looked toward Hongxiu Zhao, and said with a headache: "This bastard kid, leaving Shi Tong this mess behind; I reckon within a few days that Jin Dynasty envoy will arrive; what should be done?"

While Hong Qigong was troubled, Wu Chengyu had already darted who knows how far—first to the west of the city, then immediately to the south of the city; after carefully observing and guessing that Hong Qigong shouldn't have followed, he then found a wealthy household, left some broken silver, and borrowed a set of clothes.

He put on the clothes, changing his figure while replacing his face with another appearance; now this face was honest and simple, with large eye bags and large lips, the template being Liu Qingyun.

Next he found an empty house, rested inside for a while, and by the way used the Turtle Grandson Method to gradually restore the surging qi and blood within his body.

A full hour later, the sun in the east had just risen; only then did he slowly walk to the North City Gate. The gate was not yet open, so Wu Chengyu once again climbed over the city wall to outside Gusu City, then from outside the city went from north to east, taking a full half hour, and finally safely returned to Wu Family Slope.

When Wu Chengyu returned home, A Ku had actually not slept all night; seeing Wu Chengyu return safe and sound, the little fellow at this moment was too lazy to speak and turned back to her room.

Wu Chengyu knew A Ku was worried about him; if those hard dishes could have been brought back then, A Ku probably wouldn't have been so eager to sleep.

Alas, setting aside the private room and the cost of Cui Nong singing opera, these dishes alone cost a full twenty taels; the same dishes at Wumei Tower could be eaten for eight meals. A place like a brothel is a den that devours silver; next time he goes, he won't leave unless he takes it to go.

Also, killing without looting the corpse—serves him right for having no meat to eat; this saying really came true. Tonight he only thought about how to kill Shi Tong without implicating the Wu Family, but how did he not think to loot the corpse? That Shi Tong definitely had quite a few banknotes on him; who knows who will get the bargain.

Wu Chengyu constantly reviewed the gains and losses of tonight, sighing repeatedly. Losing in the exchange with Hong Qigong was inevitable; this opponent was simply too high-end. Fighting him at this stage, the gains were really not much. The only thing that could be confirmed was that with his lightness skill, if he encountered the Five Absolutes in the future, as long as he wasn't too careless, self-preservation was no problem.

Of course, the last means of escape was a bit despicable.

A certain famous transmigrator with many fathers had done something similar, but he used a fake Spring Drug, and the target was at least a saintess.

Whereas he used a real Spring Drug, and the target was an old beggar. People call that romantic; my move looks downright vulgar no matter how you look at it.

(Chapter End)