Chapter - 94 Fighting Contest to Find a Suitor (11) (1/2)
”Venerable Liang,” says the small man, ”according to you to what school the technique of palm of the Young Prince does belong?”
”Brother Peng,” did answer the old man, while laughing, ”do you want to put me to the test? The Young Prince has a technique of palm allying agility and complexity, that are indeed difficult to acquire. If I am not mistaken, he should have learned his gongfu with the Taoist of the Absolute Perfection Sect!”
Mu Yi jumped again, ”Would this inconsiderate youngster be a disciple of the Absolute Perfection Sect? ”
”The Venerable Liang has a remarkable eye,” says the small man. ”You spend your life to the foot of the Mountain of the eternal Whiteness and you dedicate yourselves to the meditation and to the alchemical practices. One says that you rarely come in the central Plains, and yet you seem to know by heart the styles of the Chinese schools. I'm very admired of you.”
”Brother Peng is too laudatory,” says the old man while sketching a smile.
”Only,” pursued the small man, ”the Taoists of the Absolute Perfection Sect are all of the bizarre and unforeseeable characters. How could they accepted to take the Young Prince for disciple? It is rather astonishing.”
”When the Prince wants to insure the collaboration of someone,” did retort the old man, ”do you believe that he doesn't have the arguments to what he wishes? As yourself, for example, Brother Peng, who dominates the Shandong and the Shanxi, don't you now make part of the Prince's house?”
The small man agreed. Their attention was again concentrated on the fight: they noticed that Guo Jing had changed style again, his technique of palm adopted a slower rhythm, but permitted an extremely tight defense. The Young Prince had, repeatedly, searched to attack but had been repulsed by very heavy strokes.
”In your opinion,” asked the old man to the small man, ”from where comes the gongfu of this small boy?”
”His gongfu is very mixed,” he answered after one moment of hesitation. ”One would say that he had several Shifus…”
”Chief Peng is right,” intervened someone nearby. ”This kid is the disciple of the Seven Fanciful of the Jiangnan.”
Mu Yi examined the person who had just taken the word: it was a skinny man with a dark face, with three bumps on the forehead. ”He called him of Chief Peng, would this small man therefore be the bandit Peng Lianhu, the Butcher to the one thousand hands, who slaughters without frowning? As for the Seven Fanciful of the Jiangnan, it has been since a long time that I didn't hear their name anymore, would they still be part of this world?”
During this time, the skinny man with the dark face roars suddenly, ”Little brat, I finally found you.”
He drew a steel trident with short-sleeved and bounded in the arena. Hearing the noise behind him, Guo Jing turned around and fell nose to nose with the three bumps on the forehead: it was the Dragon with three heads, Boo Tonghai, the uncle in arms of the Four Demons of the yellow Stream. Surprised and worried, he hesitated, not knowing what to do. The Young Prince took benefit out of this hesitation to hit him on the shoulder, thus making Guo Jing come back to the fight.
Seeing Boo Tonghai to bound in the arena arms to the hand, the spectators believed that he was going to help one of the fighters and, finding this unworthy attitude, began to hoot it.
Mu Yi, that had understood that he was part of the royal house, moved forward, ready to fight him if he intended something against Guo Jing, while being conscious that the enemy was superior in number.
However, Boo Tonghai was not angry at the young man. He sped along directly into the crowd, to the other side, where a young boy, puny, in rags, jumped while seeing him and turned the heels. The Dragon with three heads rushed after him, himself follow-up by four men.