gfu are better than Yun ZhongHe number in the 40s if not the 50s. But because he had grabbed the initiative and caught everyone off guard, plus his superiors lightness kungfu, nobody was able to catch up to him once he had hopped onto the wall. Several people reached into their shirts for projectiles and those people on the roof tried to stop him again, but all looked too late.

“Stay here!” Qiao Feng shouted and struck out a palm strike through air. The force of the strike was like a formless blade, flying through air and hit Yun ZhongHe squarely in his back.

Yun ZhongHe let out a suppressed moan as he fell flatly onto the ground, blood spilling out of his mouth like a fountain. Tan Qing was still standing though, just that he would stumble left a bit and then jump to the right, all the while humming a little tune. Quite a comic scene, only that nobody was laughing. Everyone was shocked by the horror that was playing out in front of their eyes.

Divine Doctor Xue knew that even though Yun ZhongHe was hurt badly, he could still be saved. But Tan Qing had already lost his soul and no amount of medicine of miracle cures in this world could save him anymore. Reflecting how Qiao Feng, with a casual scream and a palm strike, would inflict such incredible damage, he realized that if Qiao Feng want to take his life, there probably isn’t anyone that could stop him. While he was reflecting, Tan Qing had stopped stumbling around and just stood there. The humming had seized as well and his eyes were wide open, but he wasn’t breezing anymore.

Back when Tan Qing had insulted the Beggar Clan, the clan members were furious but had nobody to take it out on, so they were forced to swallow all that anger. But now, seeing how Qiao Feng took care of him, all of them cheered on the inside. The more straightforward ones like Elder Song and Elder Wu almost let out a shout of praise but held back, realizing that Qiao Feng was from Khitan.

But deep inside every one of their heart they thought: “If he was our leader, the Beggar Clan would never lose. Otherwise… Ay! The going is going get really tough from here on out, the Beggar Clan would never be return to its former glories.”

Yun ZhongHe struggled up and stumbled out of the door. He took a couple of steps before throwing up another mouthful of blood. Seeing how badly he’s injured, nobody felt like troubling him anymore as everyone thought: “He called this the ‘Gathering of Zeroes’, yet none of us could do anything about him. Ironically it was Qiao Feng who struck and made him pay for such an insult.”

“Honorable Brothers You, I have met up with many friends here today who, after today, will be friends no longer.” Qiao Feng turned towards the You Brothers. “I could not but feel sad, so I would like to ask you for some wine.”

Everyone was caught off guard by his request. “Let’s see what the hell he’s going to do here.” You Ju thought to himself as he instructed the servants to go fetch some wine.

Because this was a planned gathering at JuXian Mansion, there was plenty of wine in stock and soon the servants came in with flasks of wine and cups to drink as well.

“These cups are just too small. Could you get something big to drink out of?” Qiao Feng replied.

Two servants went off and returned with several huge bowls and a newly opened jug of white wine. They placed them on the table in front of Qiao Feng and filled one bowl up with wine.

“Fill them all up!” Qiao Feng commanded and the 2 servants obeyed.

Lifting up one bowl in his hand, Qiao Feng turned towards the crowd: “Of the many heroes gathered here today, there are many who are old friends of mine. But since you are suspicious of me, I propose we drink our friendship away. If any friend wishes to take Qiao Feng’s life, then come up and have a drink with me. Afterwards, our old friendship will history. If you kill me it’s not betrayal, if I kill you it’s not cross. Let the heroes of the world be our witness.”

A coldness shot through everyone as the hall was completely silent. “If I go up and drink with him, he would undoubtedly try a sneak attack on me,” each of them thought. “That close, how can I block that strike power of his?”

In this stunned silence, a woman dressed in funeral clothing suddenly walked out. It was Ma DaYuan’s widow Madame Ma. “My husband died in your hands, this friendship that you spoke off ended a long time ago.” she said in a grave voice as she lifted the bowl up to her lips and took a sip.

“I cannot drink the entire bowl. But the vengeance of my husband will be like this wine.” She said as she slowly poured the wine that was left in the bowl onto the ground.

Qiao Feng looked her straight in the face and couldn’t help but notice how beautiful and elegant she looked. It was dark that night in the apricot woods and the firelight was flickering, so he didn’t get a chance to get a good look at her. Never could he had guessed that such a formidable woman would look so fragile and delicate. Without a word he picked up another bowl, drank its entire content in one breath, and signalled the servant at his side to fill the bowls again.

After Madame Ma walked back into the crowd. Elder Xu walked up and, without saying a word, drank an entire bowl of wine with Qiao Feng doing the same. Then came the Scribe Elder, after whom Enforcer Elder Bai ShiJing walked up. Just as he lifted up his bowl and was about to drink, Qiao Feng stopped him.

“Hold on!”

“Brother Qiao, do you have something you want to say?” Bai ShiJing had always admired Qiao Feng and treated him with the utmost respect, and even now he was still the same, just that now he doesn’t refer to Qiao Feng as “chief” anymore.

“We have been like brothers for so long now. Who could have known that we would end up being enemies?” Qiao Feng sighed.

“Brother Qiao’s birth, I had heard rumors about it for a long time.” Bai ShiJing replied, fighting back tears. “Back then I would not have believed it even if it meant my life. But now… now it really is true. If it wasn’t because our country is at war, Bai ShiJing I would rather die than be Brother Qiao’s enemy.”

“I understand.” Qiao Feng nodded. “Soon we will be friends no more and be enemies in battle. But I have a favor to ask.”

“If it doesn’t hurt my country, I would give my all.”

Qiao Feng smiled and pointed to Ah-Zhu: “All brothers of the Beggar Clan, if you still feel the slightest beholden to me for what happened in the past, then all I ask of you is to insure this young miss’s safety.”

Everyone got the sense that it was almost as if he was asking others to take care of his orphan. For after drinking with his friend one-by-one, he would fight. Being surrounded by so many masters, even if he kills a good number of his foes, it was highly unlikely he was going to survive. Even though everyone in the crowd hates him for being Khitan and for committing such heinous crimes, they couldn’t help but admire the courage in his actions.

Bai ShiJing had always had a good relationship with Qiao Feng, and upon hearing what is equivalent to his last wishes, he had to reply: “Don’t worry Brother Qiao. Bai ShiJing I would personally beg Divine Doctor Xue to treat her. If anything should happen to Miss Wan, then I would kill myself so as to as for repent for Brother Qiao.”

{Hate to give the story away, but LIES, ALL LIES!!}

He brought the bowl to his lips and drank the strong wine down in one breath. Qiao Feng did the same.

Elder Song, Elder Xi, and the rest of the Beggar Clan all came up and drank the wine with him. After the everyone in the Beggar Clan finished, the heroes and masters from other sects all walked up and drank.

The longer this spectacle went on, the more amazed everyone became. Qiao Feng had already drank at least 40 or 50 bowls of wine by now. The hug jug of strong wine had long since been killed and the servants had to go and fetch another jug. But Qiao Feng still looked sober and alert, other than the fact his belly was protruded a bit, there was no sign of anything different about him.

“Forget the fight, at this rate, he would drink to death,” everyone thought.

But Qiao Feng was one of those people who grows more alert the more he drinks. These last couple of days all the frustrations from the false accusations had been bottled up inside him, finally he just decided to just let it all out and drink to satisfaction before ending it all with a fight.

After even Bao QianLin and Fast Sabre Qi Liu had drank with him, Xiang WangHai walked up and picked a bowl up. “Hey you! I’m going to drink a bowl with you,” he said in a rude tone.

Feeling the effects of the wine, Qiao Feng looked at him out of the corner of his eye and replied: “I’m drinking this friendship-ending drink with the heroes of the world to say that our friendships are a thing of the past. What have you done to deserve this drink? What friendship did I have with you?”

Not waiting for an answer, Qiao Feng took a step forward and grabbed his chest with his right hand. With a simple wave of his arm, Qiao Feng threw him out of the hall. Xiang WanHai hit the marble walls outside with a loud “bang” and instantly fainted.

At this, the hall descended into chaos.

Qiao Feng jumped out of the hall and into the yard before turning around to face the crowd. “Who want to come out here and fight to the death first?” He shouted at the top of his lungs.

Seeing him standing there in all his glory, nobody dared to ran forth and challenge him.

“If you guys aren’t going to start this off, then I’m going to!” Qiao Feng shouted.

“Bang!” “Bang!” Two men were already hit by his palm through the air and fell to the ground. Going along with his own momentum, he charged back into the hall and, with a flurry of fists and kicks mixed with palms and elbows, instantly took down several other fighters.

“Everyone, back up against the wall, don’t get into a melee!” You Ji shouted.

There were more than 300 fighters within the hall. If they all charged up at once, there was no way Qiao Feng could fend them off no matter how good he was. It was just that when everyone was stuck together pushing against one another, only 5 or 6 men was at Qiao Feng’s side and could truly fight him. And even then, with all the weapons waving around, a lot of people were actually trying to protect themselves instead of attacking. But with You Ji’s shout, the middle of the hall immediately emptied.

“Let’s see how great the You Brothers of JuXian Mansion are!” Qiao Feng shouted as he lifted his left palm and sent a huge wine jug flying towards You Ji’s face. You Ji put up both hands and was about to conjure up some inner force to bat the jug away. But unexpectedly Qiao Feng followed up with a right fist, which, with a loud bang, smashed the wine jug in a million pieces in mid-air. The sharp broken pieces and shards of the jug, pushed by the force of Qiao Feng’s palm, were like hundreds of metal darts or daggers. Three pieces hit You Ji in the face, which was soon covered in blood. Several people at his sides were hit as well. The shouting and cursing of pain and warnings were deafening.

“Daddy! Daddy!” Suddenly a boy’s cry could be heard coming from a corner of the hall. You Ji recognized the voice as that of his only son, You DanZhi’s. Despite his predicament, he still found time to look over and see that You DanZhi’s left cheek was covered in blood, having been hit by one of the piece of the jug.

“What are you doing here? Get back inside!” You Ji yelled.

“Yes sir!” You DanZhi replied and snuck back behind a column but still stuck out his head to watch the fight.

{He was introduced as a wounded character, is there any doubt that Jin Yong created YDZ to suffer?}

Qiao Feng kicked with his left foot and another jug flew off. Just as he was about to add another palm strike to smash it, he suddenly felt a soft and gentle palm force approaching him from behind. Even those the force of the strike was gentle and soft, it was very powerful and backed up with a quite strong inner force. Knowing that it had came from a strong foe, Qiao Fend did not dare to wait any longer and immediately returned a palm strike back in response.

The 2 forces met and both sides were slightly taken aback and needed a moment to collect themselves. When Qiao Feng took a good look at who his foe was, he saw a weird looking ugly man. It was none other than Zhao QianSun. “He has a tremendous inner force, got to be careful of him.” Qiao Feng told himself as he drew in another breath and unleashed a second, mountain-splitting palm strike out at him.

Knowing that he could not stand up to this strike with just one palm, Zhao QianSun brought up both of his palm in an effort to block the incoming strike.

{Yet even more evidence that having 2 hands is a huge advantage to only one hand, are you paying attention those of you who maintain Yang Guo can beat Guo Jing?}

“Don’t you want to live anymore?” A female voice came from the side as he was suddenly pulled over to the side and just avoided Qiao Feng’s strike.

But the force of the Qiao Feng’s palm still came rolling in, hitting the 3 men behind Zhao QianSun head on and sent them flying into the wall, kicking up a huge amount of dust and knocking loose a couple pieces of the wall.

Turning around, Zhao QianSun saw that it was Grandma Tan who had pulled him away. He was overjoyed: “Xiao Juan, you saved me!”

{Their relationship, or lack there of, was the source of quite a bit of comedy earlier in the book. Anyhoot, Juan means beautiful and graceful and Xiao means little. It is quite an affectionate term, too affectionate for a man to use on another man’s wife.}

“I’ll attack his left and you attack his right.” Grandma Tan said.

Just as Zhao QianSun nodded his head and said “ok,” a short and skinny old man charged toward Qiao Feng. It was Grandpa Tan.

Even though he had quite a small built, his kungfu was quite formidable. As his left palm struck out, his right palm immediately followed, at which he pulled back his left hand and struck out with it again. Three palm strikes in a row, just like 3 consecutive waves, one after another, each building on the other until it was released all at once with a force 3 times more powerful than his normal palm strike.

“Wonderful! ‘Three Rolling Waves of the Yangtze!'” Qiao Feng shouted as he waved out his left palm.

The 2 forces collided violently, pushing many spectators on the side away. At this time, Zhao QianSun and Grandma Tan’s attacks arrived as well. They were soon followed by the Beggar Clan as Elder Xu, Elder Cheng, and many other elders joined the foray.

“Brother Qiao, Khitan is the sworn nemesis of our Great Song. We are only doing this for our country, forgive us!” Scribe Elder shouted.

“We have already drank our friendship away, why so polite? En guarde!” Qiao Feng replied with a laugh as he stuck his left foot out at him.

Despite what he said, because of what they went through together, not only could he not bring himself to take away the lives of his Beggar Clan brothers, he did not want to make them look back in front of others. So as he stuck his foot half way out, he suddenly switched directions.

Fast Sabre Qi Liu let out an unusual yelp and took off. He didn’t jump, but was kicked by Qiao Feng in his stomach. He was prepared to slash down with his sabre onto Qiao Feng’s head, but because his body took off, this slash went astray. With a loud thud, his sabre came down upon one of the support beams on the ceiling. With the force he put into the chop, the cut was several centimeters deep and his sabre actually got stuck within the cut. This particular sabre was the prized weapon of Fast Sabre Qi Liu, it was the weapon that made him famous. So, facing such a formidable foe, he could not bring himself to let go of the sabre as he grasped the handle of the sabre tightly as he could with his right hand. In doing this, he doomed himself to hang in the air. It was quite an unusual situation, but everyone down in the hall was staring death in the face and nobody dared to even spare a moment to even take a look at him, much less laugh at his predicament.

Ever since he joined the martial world, Qiao Feng had never lost a single one of his hundreds of battles. Not only that, even though he had fought against many a martial arts masters, he had never been in much danger. By now the effects of the wine, with the help of his huge exertion of inner force, had really taken hold. As his palms danced around the air, none of the master present was able get close to him.

Despite his astonishing medical skills, Divine Doctor Xue’s kungfu left something to be desired. He was a true genius when it came to medicine, it was as if he knew it all without even being taught. Even so, he had been interested in martial arts as a small kid and his master was an even more amazing and knowledgeable master. However, a number of years ago, Divine Doctor Xue and all 7 of his martial brothers were all kicked out by his master at the same time. Not willing to find another master, he instead took to another route, exchanging his medical services of kungfu. Picking up a move here, a skill here, rarely would you find a person with more knowledge in kungfu as he. But unfortunately, the broadness of his knowledge was also his downfall. In essence, he bit off more than he could chew and never really mastered any single kungfu. But because of his renowned medicinal skills, whenever he asked others about kungfu advice and such, people, not really being serious, would always add a couple of words of praise along with their critique so as to get on his good side. So he couldn’t help but be a little arrogant, figuring that he had mastered most of all the martial arts in the world. But watching this fight, he realized that the speed with which Qiao Feng strikes and the force with which the strikes land were beyond anything he could have imagined before. His faced turned deathly pale and his heart were just about to leap out of his throat, he was not even able to utter a sound, much less join in on the fight.

Flattening himself against the wall, he wanted to quietly sneak out for the life of him. But he could not bring himself to do it. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw XuanNan standing at his side. He suddenly remembered something and felt terrible about it.

“I was incredibly rude before, I ask for Father’s forgiveness,” he turned toward XuanNan.

XuanNan’s attention was entirely fixated upon Qiao Feng and didn’t hear Divine Doctor Xue at all. Only after he had repeated it twice did XuanNan finally snapped out of his trance.

“How were you rude?”

“I had said: ‘Qiao Feng, all by himself, snuck into and out of ShaoLin last night without a single injury and still was able to kidnap a ShaoLin disciple with him. That’s rather hard to believe.'” Divine Doctor Xue replied.

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Well, with such amazing skills, Qiao Feng is indeed practically unmatched in the world. Only now do I realize that if he wanted to enter ShaoLin and to cause trouble, it is almost impossible to stop him.” Divine Doctor Xue said in sincere voice.

He meant to be apologetic, but in XuanNan’s ears, they sounded caustic.

“Hmph, Divine Doctor Xue want to see exactly what ShaoLin kungfu is all about?” XuanNan replied.

Not waiting for an answer, he slowly stepped forward and twirled his sleeves up. Underneath the sleeves, the sound of a fist strike could be heard shooting out. This was one of the 72 Supreme Skills of ShaoLin, “Heaven Within the Sleeve,” in which even though the sleeves are twirled up in a knot, the force of the fist would still shoot out from inside the sleeves. ShaoLin monks had always been based strictly to Buddhist teachings to learn and practice martial arts for self improvement. Even getting angry was forbidden, much less striking someone. But ShaoLin Sect had been the leader of martial arts in the world for centuries now, how could it not join in the fight? With the fist hidden within the sleeve, this “Heaven Within the Sleeve” was a very graceful move. The sleeve served as a screen for the force of the fist so the foe could not see where the fists were coming from, therefore making it easier to catch him off guard. But few people knew that the sleeves contain a huge variety of viciously strong moves. If the foe concentrate solely upon figuring out the moves of the fist behind the sleeves, then he would turn the diversion into the real thing and attack with the sleeve.

Qiao Feng was watching his attack as two sleeves flew up with the wind as if they were 2 huge sails. The force of the attack was truly amazing.

“‘Heaven Within the Sleeve’! Incredible!” Qiao Feng shouted as he, with a swoosh, swatted at the sleeves. The force of XuanNan’s sleeves were applied over a large area while Qiao Feng’s strike was concentrated. With a string of loud tearing sounds, the 2 forces met. Suddenly the hall seemed to be filled with gray colored butterflies.

Caught by surprise, everyone paused to collect themselves. Turned out that the gray butterflies was actually what used to be XuanNan’s sleeves. When one turned one’s gaze to XuanNan, one could see that his incredibly skinny arms were now completely exposed. When those 2 forces met head on, how could XuanNan’s sleeves possibly take that kind of pressure? Thus they instantaneously torn to shreds. Now that he lost his sleeves, his sleeves naturally lost their “Heavens”. In his fury, his face turned a metallic green color. With a simple palm strike, Qiao Feng was able to defeat the very skill that had made him famous. Not able to stand such humiliation, waving his arms wildly, he charged without abandoned. Everyone recognized that what he was using was “Founder’s Long Fist.” It was this fist skill, along with a cane skill, that was used by the Founder of Song dynasty, Song TaiZu Zhao KuangYin to conquer and unite all of China under the Great Song. None of the Emperors since then had been as fierce or brave as Song TaiZu. These set of “Founder’s Long Fist” and “Founder’s Cane” was the most popular skills in the martial world, even if one didn’t practice it, one was familiar with it.

Seeing such a famous ShaoLin monk, whose kungfu prowess was world famous, use such a plain, everyday skill surprised everyone. But after he had gone through 3 moves, everyone couldn’t help but praise: “ShaoLin Sect’s fame and acclaim is indeed well merited. The same ‘Crossing Thousand Kilometers’ would be so powerful when he uses it.”

Because of their admiration, none of them seemed to mind how strange XuanNan looked without any sleeves.

Qiao Feng was surrounded by several scores of people, but as soon as XuanNan struck, the others, feeling that they were merely getting in the way, temporarily backed off. They still surrounded him in the middle of several rings, so as to not let escape. But everyone was completely mesmerized by the fight between XuanNan and him.

Noticing that others have backed off, an idea suddenly popped into Qiao Feng’s head. With a loud swoosh, he struck out with his palm with a “Charging the Formation and Killing the General”, yet another move from “Founder’s Long Fist”. The move was looked completely natural and poised. There was a hint of give within the unyielding force of the strike as well as a hint of firmness within its softness. The state of perfection in mastery that all kungfu practitioner wish for had been clearly exemplified by this move. Of all the people gathered here in this “Gathering of Heroes”, even if their kungfu skill weren’t good, they were at least extremely knowledgeable, so everyone knew and understood the essence of “Founder’s Long Fist.” Upon seeing Qiao Feng’s move, quite a number of them could not help but cheer in admiration!

{Ok, I’m convinced, Qiao Feng is the better than Duan Yu and Xu Zhu, by a mile!}

Many people immediately regretted the cheer, for it was in praise and support of their sworn enemy. But now that the sound had left their mouth, they couldn’t take it back. Qiao Feng followed with a “New Moon’s Majesty”, which was just as refined, it was hard to tell whether this move was better or worse than his last move. Another cheer went up in the hall as a number people still couldn’t hold it back in, but because several people realized the paradox the cheering created and held back, the cheer this time was quieter than last. Nevertheless, there were still quite a number of “oohs” and “ahhs” uttered in admiration. Everyone had been too involved in battle with Qiao Feng to worry about anything else, but now that they were an outside observer, they finally realized how amazing his kungfu really was.

After Qiao Feng and XuanNan exchanged 7 or 8 moves, it had became obvious who was better. Despite the fact that both were using the same simple fist techniques, every one of Qiao Feng’s moves came after XuanNan’s move. As soon as XuanNan made a move, Qiao Feng would follow it up, but for some reason, maybe it was his youth or maybe he was just quicker, every one of Qiao Feng’s moves would arrive at its objective before XuanNan’s move. There’s only 64 moves in “Founder’s Long Fist,” but each one of them could effectively counter another. Qiao Feng would recognize his opponent’s move before countering with the move that would cancel it. In this situation, how could XuanNan not lose? Everyone present understood the reason behind this, but to be able to “move later but arrive faster”, especially when facing such a master such as XuanNan, had they not witnessed it themselves, none of them could have imagined it was possible.

Seeing XuanNan in trouble, Xuan Ju shouted: “You barbaric Khitan dog! How dare you use such despicable methods?”

“I’m using our country’s founder’s fist, how dare you call me ‘despicable’?” Qiao Feng answered righteously.

Everyone immediately understood why he was using “Founder’s Long Fist.” If he had used other fist styles to defeat “Founder’s Long Fist”, then others would not say that it was because of his superior skills but rather accuse him of humiliating the founder of their country by using the skills of another race or country, which would only add to the hatred towards him. But now that everyone’s using “Founder’s Long Fist”, the only thing that made difference was each person’s skills and nothing else.

Seeing that XuanNan was moments away from being in mortal danger, XuanJu didn’t bother to reply and just simply pointed his finger at Qiao Feng’s Whirled-Pearl Point and attacked using ShaoLin Sect’s acclaimed pressure point hitting skill, “Tangutan Buddha Finger.”

{Whirled Pearl Point is the part of the scalp where your hair goes into a whirl.}

Hearing the sound of his finger slashing through the air, Qiao Feng stepped aside to dodge the move.

“I have heard of the power of ‘Tangutan Buddha Finger’ for a long time, and it really is as powerful as the rumors say. You are using the kungfus of those Tangut barbarians against the martial arts of our Founder that I’m using. If you defeat me, then aren’t you selling out to those barbarians and bringing shame to our great China?” Qiao Feng said.

XuanJu was quite taken aback by this. ShaoLin Sect’s founder Bodhidarma was indeed a Tangut. Today everyone was teaming up against Qiao Feng for being of Khitan birth, yet because ShaoLin kungfu had been established in China for so long that every single sect or style of kungfu had at least a little bit of relationship with ShaoLin Sect. So much so that everyone had forgot the close relationship ShaoLin has with the barbarians. But now, reminded by Qiao Feng’s words, everyone remembered.

Some of the wiser people among the crowd wondered: “We treat Bodhidarma with reverence like a divinity, yet why do we hate the Khitan people so much? They are all people of different races than us. Hmm, these 2 races are obviously different. The Tangut people do not slaughter us fellow Chinamen while the Khitan people are despicable and vicious. But in this sense, it doesn’t mean that everyone of a different race is evil, there are good and bad people within them as well. But does that mean there are some good people within the Khitan?”

In reality, with such a huge fight at full swing, there were plenty of brutes who never thought such thoughts. Even though all of the more thoughtful people had thought such thoughts, they didn’t have time to dwell it over, only feeling a little bit at the bottom of their hearts that: “Qiao Feng may not have to be killed, and we may not be as in the right.”

Fighting 2 against 1, XuanNan and XuanJu still had to defend more than they attacked. Frustrated by the fact that whatever he did was always countered by his foe, XuanNan changed his style as soon as XuanJu joined him in the fight, switching instead to ShaoLin’s “Arhat Fist”.

“So you are going to use the martial arts of the Tangut? Let’s see which is better, your foreign kungfu better or that of our Great Song!” Qiao Feng coldly snickered as his fist were loudly swung about in the style of “Founder’s Long Fist.”

Everybody present had a sick feeling in their stomach. They were attacking Qiao Feng because he was a foreigner, yet instead they were using foreign kungfu while he was using the fist of the founder of their country.

“Who cares about fist style? This man killed his father, his mother, and his master. He deserves to die!” Zhao QianSun suddenly shouted as he charged into the fight, followed closely by Grandpa Tan, Grandma Tan, Elder Xu, Elder Cheng, and scores of others.

Everyone of them were kungfu masters, and despite the great number of them, they attack was well organized, essentially taking turns one after another attacking Qiao Feng.

Fighting them off, Qiao Feng declared: “You say that I am Khitan, but then Grandpa Qiao SanKui and Grandma Qiao can’t be my father or mother anymore. Forget the fact that they always treated me with great love and care without the sligh