xymnovel Chapter 45 First Encounter with Hu Sanniang
Chapter 45 First Encounter with Hu Sanniang
The woman glanced at Wu Song and saw that he was a tough guy with a burly build and a fierce appearance.
But she was confident in her martial arts skills and knew she was not far from her own mountain stronghold, so she jumped off her horse and said, "Alright, let's give it a try."
She jumped off her horse, and everyone's eyes lit up again. The woman was very tall, not much different from Wu Song.
Wu Song turned to Wang Lun and said, "Brother, I was too rough and might have hurt this young lady. Why don't we ask Old Yang to help?"
Through their time together, they all learned how to address Wang Lun, such as Old Yang, Brother Song, Gongsun, and Little Zhao.
Before Wang Lun could speak, Yang Zhi roared, "Brother Song, what do you mean by this? Do you think I'm going to be so weak that I can't even hurt this young lady?"
Wu Song quickly waved his hand and said, "No, Old Yang, you've misunderstood. That's not what I meant. If you were to attack, you would only hurt this young lady."
He then turned to Gongsun Sheng and said, "Gongsun knows Taoist magic, but his martial arts skills are mediocre. Why don't you give him a try?"
Gongsun Sheng immediately glared at him coldly: "You're saying my fighting skills are weak?"
Wu Song sighed helplessly.
The female general was already burning with rage. The other party had completely disregarded her, and this was intolerable. She immediately let out a soft shout, stomped her feet, and without even using her twin swords, threw her fists at Wu Song.
Wu Song dodged, but the female general's martial arts skills were extremely high. Her punches were continuous and incredibly fast. In a short time, her fist shadows flashed, and it was impossible to tell how many punches she had thrown at Wu Song.
Wu Song kept dodging, afraid that he would injure the female general if he threw a punch.
But after he dodged for a while, the female general seemed tireless, her body twisting and turning, her fists and feet constantly striking Wu Song.
Wu Song was not good at agility, and after dodging for a while, a footprint appeared on his chest.
The female general landed a kick, then dodged back, still maintaining her stance, and sneered, "Still dare to be so arrogant?"
Wu Song clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Then I won't let you have your way."
He suddenly leaned forward, as if he were about to fall.
The female general was taken aback. Had he fallen? Just as she was wondering, she saw Wu Song's feet firmly planted on the ground as if weighed down by a thousand pounds, while his upper body leaned to the side, hovering in mid-air, and he said with a smile, "Heroine, dare you take a blow from my drunken fist?"
Wang Lun was the first to cheer, proving that Wu Song was indeed skilled in drunken boxing.
The female general let out a cold snort, moved her body, and kicked out like the wind.
Wu Song spun like a top, his feet firmly planted on the ground, but his upper body was very agile. He dodged several moves, seized the opportunity, grabbed the female general's right foot that she was kicking, and lifted her up with a sudden force.
The female general then touched the ground with her left foot, while Wu Song lifted her right foot high, and she performed a split in mid-air.
Wu Song chuckled and said, "Nice legs." He reached out to touch the female general's legs.
Wang Lun, Yang Zhi, and Gongsun Sheng all shouted in unison, "Bah, you scoundrel!"
The female general blushed, exerted force, lifted her left foot off the ground, and launched herself into the air, kicking several times with her left leg in an instant.
With one hand holding her right leg, Wu Song had to use his other hand to block. His palm and foot collided, and Wu Song was forced to retreat by the continuous kicks, and he had no choice but to release her right foot.
As the woman landed, she felt uneasy. Her opponent, seemingly casually, had forced her to use her best skills.
Wang Lun, a connoisseur, immediately exclaimed, "Impressive legwork! Could it be the Foshan Shadowless Kick?"
Foshan Shadowless Kick?
Everyone frowned; they had never heard of this name before, yet it sounded very impressive.
Wu Song laughed loudly: "The Shadowless Kick of Foshan? What can you do with my kicks!"
He suddenly leaped up and launched a series of kicks at the female general with great speed and force.
The female general dared not meet the attack head-on and quickly retreated.
But Wu Song's legs followed closely, kicking out more than a dozen times in a row, sending dust flying all over Wu Song's shoes and trouser legs.
Even retreating, the female general couldn't completely evade the attack, so she had to throw punches to block. She unleashed a series of punches, striking Wu Song's feet repeatedly, finally halting his momentum.
Wu Song landed on the ground, his right foot planted firmly, and his left leg, like a whip, swept towards the female general's waist once more.
The female general had no choice but to block again. This time, she was out of strength and blocked the kick with both elbows, but she fell backward and her back hit a tree hard. The impact made it difficult for her to breathe. After she finally caught her breath, she saw that Wu Song's fist, as big as a sandbag, was already in front of her face.
The female general was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she quickly closed her eyes, too weak to fight back.
But after waiting a moment, she didn't feel the pain of a fist hitting her face. She slightly opened her eyes and saw Wu Song standing a foot away in front of her with a smile, clapping his hands lightly and saying, "Your martial arts skills are also quite good, but it's a pity you met me."
The female general was somewhat dazed; he had actually spared her life. Now, looking at Wu Song again, she found him quite pleasing to the eye.
She was a woman of the martial world, and despite being a woman, she showed no hesitation. She turned and walked to her subordinate, clasped her hands in a fist salute, and said, "Thank you for your mercy, sir. However..."
She pulled the two swords from the ground and said, "I wonder how skilled you are with weapons?"
Wang Lun quickly advised, "Heroine, fists and feet have eyes, but swords and blades are merciless. You are both heroes, and it would be bad if either of you were injured."
The female general held her swords horizontally and vertically facing each other, and asked, "Then how can we determine a winner?"
Wang Lun smiled and said, "That's easy. I wonder if the heroine's swordsmanship is characterized by strength or agility."
"Of course I'm skillful. My twin swords are light and agile, with ever-changing moves. How could I be like you, a bearded man with only brute strength?" The female general was clearly very confident in her swordsmanship. As she spoke, she puffed out her chest, exuding an air of arrogance.
Wang Lun then laughed and said, "That's perfect. My brother Song's swordsmanship is both powerful and skillful. Why don't you two change your fight from a martial arts contest to a literary one, and test your skillful techniques?"
Upon hearing this, even Wu Song was stunned, and asked, "How about a literary contest?"
Wang Lun took two pears from the pack on his horse and said, "It's very simple. I'll place the pears on my head, and the two of you will try to cut them with swords. The one who can split the pears in half without harming a single hair on my head wins!"
Everyone was astonished. Was there really such a method?
If anyone makes a mistake, Wang Lun will be in big trouble.
Gongsun Sheng quickly advised, "Brother, you mustn't. Even if it's a competition like this, it can be placed on the ground. Why put it on your head?"
"This is absolutely different. Placing it on my head will test your mental fortitude. Those with poor mental fortitude will have unsteady hands, and their swordsmanship will suffer." Wang Lun insisted.
Wu Song also advised, "I am confident that I will not hurt my brother, but I may not be so sure about this young lady."
The female general, who had been hesitant, was immediately roused by Wu Song's words and shouted, "If I, Hu Sanniang, harm even a single hair on your head, you may cut off my head!"
Wang Lun had already guessed it in his heart. When he heard her introduce herself as "One-Zhang-Qing" Hu Sanniang, he was not happy but sad.
"It turns out that she was Hu Sanniang, who was married off by Song Jiang to Wang Ying, the short-legged tiger, and is the most tragic woman in Water Margin."
Looking at the forthright and generous Hu Sanniang in front of him, Wang Lun felt a pang of sadness.