Chapter - 350 Fresh Alliance of an Old Pledge (7) (1/2)

”Second teacher,” said Huang Rong, ”that old bastard wants to escape.”

Zhu Cong nodded his head, remarking: ”That old bastard might be thick-faced, but he's slow-footed, too; he won't be able to escape, I'm afraid.” He added: ”Here's a couple of things for you to play with.”

Huang Rong saw that he had a sharp sword and a cast-iron palm in his hands, and knew that he'd lifted them off Qiu Qianren's person when he'd patted the oldie on the shoulder just now. From the secret room, she'd already witnessed Qiu Qianren fooling the Quanzhen Seven with the sword-stabbed-through-the-belly stunt; she'd known immediately that it was clearly a sham, but hadn't been able to guess its mechanism. Now, seeing straight away that the sword had a retractable blade in three sections of interlocking sheaths, she laughed so hard she fell over. Then, she got the idea of messing with Ouyang Feng's mind. Going over to stand in front of him, she smiled and said: ”Uncle Ouyang, I just can't bear to live!” Raising her right hand, she stabbed the sword violently into her stomach.

Both Huang Yaoshi and Ouyang Feng, who were just then accumulating power in preparation to attack, were shocked to see her do this. Huang Rong promptly held up the sword, showing off the three-section blade and pulling out the ensheathed tip, and laughing as she explained Qiu Qianren's trickery to her father.

”Could it be true,” thought Ouyang Feng, ”that this oldie has whipped up a phoney reputation, cheating his way to worldly renown with a lifetime of deception?”

Huang Yaoshi, noticing him slowly straightening to a stand, had already guessed what he was thinking. He took the cast-iron palm from his daughter's hands. The hollow of the palm, he noticed, was engraved with the word ”Qiu”, and the back of it had a carving in a wave pattern.

”This is the leadership token of Qiu Qianren, the Chief of Hunan's Iron Palm Gang,” he said. ”20 years ago, this token was really of the utmost significance in jianghu. No matter whose hands it was in, it brought an irresistible right of way, from as far east as Jiujiang to as far west as Chengdu; followers of both right and wrong would without exception offer awed obedience at the sight of it. In the past few years, the name of the Iron Palm Gang has long been unheard of, and it's unknown whether – or how – it's disbanded. Could this shameless, pathetic, big-talking oldie really be the owner of the token?” With doubts in his mind, he returned the iron palm to his daughter.

Seeing the iron palm, Ouyang Feng peered at it from the corners of his eyes, an expression of great surprise on his face.

”This iron palm could turn out to be a lot of fun,” giggled Huang Rong. ”I want it! That deceitful guy has no further use for it.” Lifting the three-section iron sword, she called out ”Catch!” and raised her hand to throw it. But seeing the distance to Qiu Qianren was very far, she didn't have enough strength in her hands; her throw definitely wouldn't reach.

Smiling to her father, she handed him the sword. ”Dad,” she said, ”you throw it to him!”

Huang Yaoshi, whose suspicions were aroused, had been intending a further test of whether or not Qiu Qianren had any real ability at all. Raising his left hand, he lay the iron sword flat atop his palm with the tip of the sword pointing away from him, and flicked its handle with the middle finger of his right hand. There was a light clang as the sword shot off sharply, faster and harder than if fired from a taut, powerful crossbow. Huang Rong and Guo Jing clapped their hands and cheered; Ouyang Feng, secretly shocked, thought: ”What terrific Divine Flick skill!”