"An old acquaintance. I never thought that fellow would live this long!"
Suddenly, a whirlwind swept across the platform and blew out the torches around it. At that very moment, someone cried out and fell from the platform.
Elder Liang hurriedly ordered the torches relit. When everyone looked, they saw Yelü Qi lying unconscious, blood spilling from his mouth.
Elder Liang rushed over to examine him. Finding that Yelü Qi had only fainted, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Elder Liang glared at He Shiwo. "Brother He, what's the meaning of this? We agreed before the contest that we would stop short of serious injury. We're both Beggars' Sect disciples, yet you struck so viciously!"
He Shiwo seemed utterly unconcerned. He smiled and said, "My skills are limited, and I'm hardly proficient in combat. I won only through the strength of my cultivation. Please forgive the offense."
Seeing that no one had anything more to say, He Shiwo laughed. "Though I was fortunate enough to defeat Master Yelü, I wouldn't dare claim the leadership so hastily. Once I've recovered the Dog-Beating Staff and killed Huo Du, I'll ask you all to decide!"
While everyone wondered who was impersonating He Shiwo, eight experts suddenly flew into the training ground. They set down a large sack, cupped their fists, and said, "By the Divine Condor Hero's order, we bring Miss Guo and Young Master Guo a third gift!"
One of them opened the sack, revealing a thin Tibetan Monk. Guo Jing, Huang Rong, and the others recognized him at once: Dalba, disciple of the Golden Wheel Dharma King.
One of the eight said something in Tibetan. Dalba flew into a rage and fixed a savage glare on He Shiwo, who was fighting Guo Fu atop the platform.
One of the eight was