Chapter - 520 Sword Duels On Mount Hua (3) (2/2)

Huang Yaoshi took that opportunity to take a deep breath. ”Amazing!” he secretly praised.

Huang Yaoshi worked very hard to gain an upper hand, but unexpectedly Guo Jing's position was very firm. Guo Jing had decided all along to put up a very tight defense line; he knew it was impossible for him to win, so he only hoped he would not lose.

Listening to his daughter on the side counting, ”Two-hundred and three, two-hundred and four,” Huang Yaoshi became impatient. ”Old Beggar may use a heavy hand; if he defeats Jing'er in 100 moves, where would I put my face at?” he silently thought. He changed his attacks: now his palms floating around like a shadow; his hands were very swift.

Guo Jing started to feel the pressure; his chest tightened, like it was pressed under a huge mountain. He started to get disoriented, but he bravely stood his ground.

Huang Yaoshi's hands moved faster and faster, his offensive power increased. In the meantime Huang Rong's mouth was also counting faster and faster.

Guo Jing started to feel his lips and tongue dry up, his movements became sluggish; getting more and more difficult. The only thing kept him going was his strong will. In this critical moment suddenly he heard Huang Rong call out, ”Three hundred!”

Huang Yaoshi's countenance changed, he leaped back.

Guo Jing, on the other hand, still felt dizzy. His body did not stop spinning; he turned around more than a dozen times. He knew he was going to fall, hence he focused his energy to his left leg with 'qian jin zhui' [thousand-catty plummet], trying to anchor his body down. But Huang Yaoshi power was incredible; even after he pulled back his hands, the force did not vanish away. Guo Jing lost his balance and fell down; but he used his right hand to push himself back up again. Immediately he launched dozens of stances from the '18-Dragon Subduing Palms' and thus cleared his mind up. He stayed silent for a moment, then turned his head toward Huang Yaoshi and said, ”Huang Daozhu, several moves more and I will fall down to the ground.”

Seeing Guo Jing was unexpectedly able to withstand his more than ten years worth of 'qi men wu zhuan' [wonderful gate five revolutions] cultivation, Huang Yaoshi was not angry; on the contrary, he was happy. ”Old Beggar,” he said, ”I am useless, the title Number One in the World is yours.” He cupped his fists and turned around to leave.

”Not too fast! Not too fast!” Hong Qigong said, ”I won't necessarily win. Could you lend your iron flute to Jing'er, please?”

Huang Yaoshi's jade flute was already broken, so he wielded an iron flute on his waist instead. He pulled the flute and gave it to Guo Jing.

Hong Qigong turned to Guo Jing and said, ”You use a weapon. I will fight you barehanded.”

Guo Jing was dumbstruck, ”This …”

Hong Qigong said, ”Your bare hand techniques came from me. If you use your hands and feet, how can we call it competition? Come!” His left hand's fingers forming a hook, showing off his grabbing skill, trying to snatch the iron flute in Guo Jing's hand. Guo Jing did not understand his intention; he let the flute go without any resistance.