Sovereign The
Chapter 15: My Hand Slips
Watching Huang Wei's crazy actions, Huang Xiaolong sneered and slowly walked towards him. Looking at the approaching Xiaolong, Huang Wei, who was muttering and shouting crazily, suddenly stopped. Fear enveloped his eyes as he subconsciously stepped back, however, the moment he opened his mouth wanting to admit defeat, a hazy shadow and Huang Xiaolong's fist smashed directly into his face. Huang Wei cried out miserably and staggered.
Utilizing the initial attack that hit the target, Huang Xiaolong moved closer, striking another punch.
After a few blows, Huang Wei was already confused and confused, unable to discern which was north, south, east, or west. His face turned into a bigger pig head.
Witnessing the miserable death of his son, Huang Ming below the stage was finally unable to endure it any longer, turned to his father Huang Qide and pleaded: "Dad, shouldn't we be ...?"
Hesitating for a moment, Huang Qide said: "Enough, Xiaolong."
Hearing his Grandfather Huang Qide's voice, Huang Xiaolong delivered a final heavy blow to Huang Wei before letting go.
"You!" Huang Ming stared furiously.
Ignoring Huang Ming's angry gaze, Huang Xiaolong explained: "Uncle, his nephew is slipping, please forgive me!"
Slippage hand? Looking at Huang Wei who had turned into a giant pig head, everyone wore a strange expression on their faces.
Li Lu who sat beside Li Mu could no longer hold back his laughter and bell-like laughter echoed in the Great Hall for the second time.
Huang Qide's brows furrowed as he looked at Huang Xiaolong on the stage, his mouth opened but he was unable to find the right word. In the end not saying anything, he could see Huang Xiaolong was already soft and Huang Wei's injuries were merely flesh wounds.
Huang Ming, on the contrary, almost vomited blood out of anger.
At this moment, Huang Wei's voice broke the silence in a pitiful sobbing as she limped to Huang Ming's side: "Dad, he hit me, he actually hit me!" His finger pointed towards Huang Xiaolong, tears, and snot flowing down his face uncontrollably.
In the end, Huang Wei was just a seven-year-old, who was beaten up by Huang Xiaolong to this degree and ended up with a face that no longer looked like a human.
The elders and administrators of the Huang Clan Manor shook their heads, causing Huang Ming to feel extremely embarrassed.
This round of debate between Huang Wei and Huang Xiaolong ended with Huang Wei looking like a pig head. The Assembly moved to a contest of matches from other students.
But, compared to the thrill of the fight between Huang Wei and Huang Xiaolong, the next fight was less spirited.
A few hours later, the annual Clan Meeting ended.
As everyone left, they sighed endlessly in their hearts, the expected star of the Clan Assembly this year ended up as a joke, whereas Huang Xiaolong, who was the one who was expected from the Clan Assembly this year, ended up as a joke, which no one ever noticed became the most dazzling presence.
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In the main hall, Huang Wei roared furiously: “If not for that Huang Xiaolong met a lucky dog that swallowed three Yang fruits, just based on his martial spirit talent, it was only on the basis of his martial spirit, there was no way he could break through the Second Order! I refuse to accept this. Huang Xiaolong, I will pay you back for this during the Clan Assembly next year, I will definitely take revenge. This humiliation I will return to you a hundredfold!” The face of Huang Wei, who was beaten to the point of resembling a pig's head, was grim and furrowed in anger.
Huang Ming sat there, expressionless but from time to time, a sharp cold ray flashed in his eyes.
Clan Assembly this year, Huang Xiaolong made him lose face badly.
"Good boy, this time, you didn't disappoint your father!" laughing heartily, Huang Peng said: "Fresh, too refreshing!" Thinking of his elder brother Huang Ming's angry expression on his usual flat face, his heart beamed with joy.
"Xiaolong, come on, let me look at you carefully." Su Yan pulled Huang Xiaolong in front of him, examined him from head to toe, then smiled and said: “You, ah, did not even tell us that you broke through to the Second Order, you made Mom and Dad very worried. all this time because of you.”
Not knowing what to say, Huang Xiaolong simply smiled.
If his parents found out that he was not actually a second Order warrior, he wondered, what reaction would they have? But Huang Xiaolong decided to keep his strength a secret. If the strength of his Third Order's battle qi was revealed, the problem might not be that simple.
His current strength as a Second Order could be explained by using three Yang pieces as an excuse, but the peak of the late Third Order would raise doubts and suspicions, he said, and if others found out that his martial spirit was actually an incredible martial spirit, it might bring about a genocidal disaster in the Huang Clan Manor.
In the east main hall, after being 'homegrown' by his parents for some time, Huang Xiaolong was finally allowed to return to his small courtyard.
As soon as he entered, a small figure rushed into his embrace, Xiaolong did not dodge but smiled and said: "Little boy, where have you run for these two days?"
This little figure happened to be the Purple Eater Spirit Monkey.
Half a year had passed but the body of the little Purple Spirit Monkey had not changed much, other than his more astute eyes, his pupils were a dazzling bright ice blue.
“Hoo Hoo Haa!” The little purple monkey shifted to Huang Xiaolong's shoulder, squeaking and gesturing.
"You mean, you want me to take a trip to the back mountain with you?" Huang Xiaolong asked. Being with this little purple monkey for half a year, Huang Xiaolong was generally able to understand the body language of the little monkey.
“Hoo Hoo!” Excitement was engraved on the little monkey's face as he nodded vigorously.
"Okay, let's go!" Huang Xiaolong nodded in agreement, as not much was happening at the moment. Coming out of the Huang Clan Manor with the little purple monkey, they arrived at a hilly area under the guidance of the little purple monkey; a bit far ahead of them, they were, a python that was over ten meters long appeared.The huge Bara Python snake! Huang Xiaolong involuntarily inhaled a breath of cold air looking at the huge Bara Python snake, the reason the little purple brought him here was finally aware of it; he was here to overcome the obstacles!
Noticing Huang Xiaolong and the little purple monkey, the coal Python snake suddenly raised its head, both of its eyes looking at Huang Xiaolong and the little monkey, its long tongue sticking out once and straight out.
Huang Xiaolong looked solemn; he could see this Python snake was a Tier Four demon beast. Although it was only stage four, to Huang Xiaolong's late Third Order pinnacle, it was considered high-risk.
Dodging the first attack of the Python snake, Huang Xiaolong's silhouette slid to the side, and the small purple monkey on his shoulder leaped into the air, landing on the head of the python, two monkey claws clawing down.
Receiving a blow to the head, the Bara Python snake hissed loudly in pain; with a long swerving of its body, its mouth stretched wide, wanting to swallow the little purple monkey. Huang Xiaolong's heart stopped beating, but right at this moment, the little purple monkey turned a few meters right in the air, barely passing through the open jaws of the python, allowing Xiaolong to sigh in relief.
Running the Asura Tactics, a black thread of aura that carried the atmosphere of slaughter appeared, spinning rapidly and forming a layer of black fog around Huang Xiaolong – his eyes became blood red and his hair was entirely white. Huang Xiaolong did not directly attack, instead standing to one side, his blood-red eyes never leaving the coal Python snake that was fighting the Purple Spirit Monkey at the moment.
Just when the python was about to twist its body, suddenly, Huang Xiaolong, who was standing at the side, moved. From afar, his body looked like a collection of black clouds under the sun as he flew.
Unknowingly, the Asura Blade appeared in his hand as he appeared under the head of the Python snake and, with a wave of his hand, two rays of black light flashed.
A scream came out from his mouth, fresh blood spurting out like geysers as the head of the Fallen Python Flower rolled on the ground, stopping completely a moment later.
His eyes and hair gradually returned to their original state, and Huang Xiaolong took the sword back into his arms, walking past the little purple monkey.