(Part 3)
If she only faced a mid-level martial-art expert, not necessarily she would lose, but now he faced Leng Kok Hosiang the who besides was high-skilled, also had a lot of experience in combat. Especially for five years this had trained himself diligently, so martial-art was still far above the skill level of the girl.
It was still a good fate of Lian Hong that the playboy hwesio was interested in her beauty then did not let down the cruel hand. If only Leng Kok Hosiang used his striking stance of Hek-cotok-jiu, surely this girl would have died in a single strike. Due to intend to capture this beautiful girl, Leng Kok Hosiang only played both the tips of his sleeve to fend off Lian Hong’s attacks.
However, Liong-cu kiam-hwat was really great and it’s hard to know its changes of movements. When the sword in Lian Hong’s hand poked into the hwesio’s throat and was deflected by the right-sided tip of the sleeve, the sword suddenly changed its movement and slashed down to the hwesio’s arm. This movement was so fast and unpredictable at all that the hwesio’s hands were almost got hit. He shouted loudly and pulled his arm, but the tip of his sleeve still got hit by the sword’s slash so it broke.
Leng Kok Hosiang was outraged because of this. With a loud shout he then bumped forward, playing both of his hands and attacked with the striking stance of Eng-jiau-kang (Garuda’s Nail Strike). The attack was great, Lian Hong was still trying to dodge, but the hwesio’s hand-movements were even faster so that her right arm got gripped. While shouting in pain, Lian Hong was forced to let go off her sword and a moment later she had been hit by of the shrewd hwesio so that her body became limp and catched by her opponent.
“Let go off my granddaughter!” Ciok-taijin exclaimed as he ordered the guards to attack.
Leng Kok Hosiang laughed out loud, “Ha ha ha ha ha, even though I haven’t succeeded to kill Ong Han Cu, instead I have got his beautiful daughter!” after saying so, he moved his left hand toward Ciok-taijin. Even though his hand did not hit the nobleman’s body, but Ciok-taijin immediately screamed horrorly and collapsed unconscious. It turned out that he was hit by Leng Kok Hosiang’s malignant Hek-coa Tok-jiu.
The monk deliberately executed that strike because besides this could make the guards busy in helping the nobleman so that couldn’t block his departure, nor could he make his great enemy’s heart became even more painful. Then he jumped out of the yard as he carried pickaback Lian Hong’s body.
However, just as he arrived at the yard door, suddenly at the door came a tosu (To priest) who held a limp stick in right hand and a fan in left hand. This Tosu stood in the middle of the path, moving his fan as he said, “Siancai …. Leng Kok Hosiang the old man was still taking misguided path!” Just as he closed his mouth, this tall skinny tosu’s body moved like a floating bird and his limp stick grabbed toward the fat hwesio’s head.
Since seeing the tosu, Leng Kok Hosiang’s face changed and as the limp stick grabbed toward his head, quickly he ducked away and let go off Lian Hong’s body rolling over the ground. Then he jumped to the front of the tosu with red eyes and his face was frightening.
“Ouwyang Sianjin, if you want to interfere in my business, I with fight you with my life!” barked the hwesio in anger.
The Tosu smiled calmly, “Bald villain, you know my name but you don’t know that I am Pat-jiu kiam-ong Ong Han Cu’s ?!”
“So it that be?” shouted the hwesio in shocked and anxious, “So good, then you must be dead!” he then stepped forward and attacked with the cunning and malignant Hek-coa Tok-jiu punch. This old tosu knew the shrewdness of this punch, so he was very careful. With his fan that contained high power he always dodged and fend off the power of the Black Snake Poison, while his limp stick incessantly grabbed the path of his opponent’s bloodstream to do dangerous tiam-hwats.
Meanwhile, Bwe Kim had also run out and now embraced her daughter crying sadly because she did not know how to treat her daughter whose her body limp not being able to move. While the state of Ciok-taijin was even more worsened. This old man breathed one by one only and his face turned black, a sign that he had been hit by the poisonous cunning striking of Hek-coa Tok-jiu.
Facing a pair of Ouwyang Sianjin’s cunning weapons, Leng Kok Hosiang became busy as well. The Tok-jiu Hek-cou strikes which he had trained for five years did not succeed in knocking down this opponent, always being avoided or parried by the fan movement.
He became very angry and also curious and this is what made him eventually suffered defeat. He did not know that Ouwyang Sianjin was in fact very shocked and anxious facing this incredible cunning strike. Although his fan can protect himself, but the blow of the strike had struck his breathing and made him headachy.
But the hwesio’s anger and animosity made his performance a bit chaotic. This was not inseparable from Ouwyang Sianjin’s sharp eyes, so he did not want to waste this good opportunity and quickly attack with his limp stick. After a barrage of attacks, he finally managed to hit the blood line of koan-goan-hiat on the right shoulder of the hwesio. Leng Kok Hosiang shouted loudly and his hand became paralyzed.
“Ouwyang Sianjin! Let me confess to lose this time, but be careful, you and your disciple if you meet me next time!” he then jumped off quickly.
Ouwyang Sianjin did not want to pursue because he himself needed to adjust his breathing and repel the foul air that attacked him just now so that for some time he stood like a statue while closing his eyes. Finally his breathing became clean again and he then opened his eyes.
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