Sovereign The
Chapter 18: Training Battle Skills

Huang Ming sneered in his heart as he watched Huang Peng turn around and walk away. He naturally did not believe Huang Xiaolong would experience such an incredible luck of dog poop that could help him defeat his son for the second time in the Clan Assembly next year.

Therefore, the so-called hundred pieces of Battle Qi dans were basically gripping the smoke, absolutely impossible!

Inside the Great Hall, the Elders quietly looked at each other, no one dared to speak.

At this moment, Huang Xiaolong was waiting in the Eastern Courtyard, and he barely sat down before Huang Peng returned with a sullen mood.

"Dad, what's going on?" Huang Xiaolong asked.

Su Yan also stood up from his chair and walked towards Huang Peng.

Guilt gnawed at Huang Peng's consciousness the moment he saw his son, but he directly walked into the main hall and sat down without saying a word. With his head bowed low, the anger of his heart flared up instead of subsiding.

"This is blatant intimidation!"

"Flatest suppression!"

Given Big Brother Huang Ming's ridicule and his father's favoritism towards Huang Wei, Huang Peng could not help but howl furiously. The palm of the hand hit the chair beside him, smashing it into pieces.

Su Yan was frightened by Huang Peng's sudden violent action.

“Peng Ge, what's wrong? What the hell's been going on?" Su Yan asked worriedly.

Raising his head, Huang Peng looked at his wife Su Yan, and his son. The guilt he felt grew heavier as he sighed in his heart. In the end, though, Huang Peng recounted what had happened in the Great Hall before and when he reached the part where Huang Qide gave the quota to enter the Spirit Pond to Huang Wei – which was supposed to belong to Huang Xiaolong, his anger flared up once more; one of his palms smashed into another seat nearby.

“Pad's actions are too biased! In his eyes, only Huang Wei was his grandson!” When Su Yan heard everything, his almond-shaped eyes widened in anger, and said furiously, "Does he still regard our Xiaolong as his granddaughter ?!"

Huang Xiaolong said nothing but sneered inside, even though he defeated Huang Wei a few days ago during the Clan Assembly, and revealed the strength of the Second Order, he said, it seemed that his Grandfather Huang Qide really did not care about him at all.

 Perhaps in Grandfather Huang Qide's eyes, he could advance to a Second Order warrior largely due to dog luck and could not compare to Huang Wei's achievements (which did not exist).

“And that Zhou Guang dares to underestimate our Xiaolong, even dares to say Xiaolong we will waste the potential of the Spirit Pool if he were to enter!” Su Yan continued hotly: "Slave like this dog, if not for Huang Ming supporting him, he would not have dared to say such words!"

Although Zhou Guang was the 'Older' of the Huang Clan Manor, his special status and authority was only slightly higher compared to the elite guards. He was, in the end, still a slave at his core.

"Xiaolong, I'm sorry." Huang Peng's voice sounded low as he apologized to his son, who was burdened with guilt. "That's all because Father is useless, not only did I lose your place to enter the Spirit Pond but also completely lost that place to Huang Wei!"

When Huang Xiaolong heard this, he just smiled indifferently, “Dad, iBu, don't worry. In the Clan Assembly next year, not only will I hit Huang Wei until his Father is unable to recognize him, I will beat him until Grandfather cannot recognize him!”

Since Grandfather Huang Qide valued his beloved grandson, Huang Wei, then this 'seventh grade' martial spirit grandson would show his Grandfather that the luck of his dog poop was only getting better and better, then this 'seventh grade' martial spirit grandson would show his Grandfather that the luck of his dog poop was only getting better and better, stronger than ever!

Not only during the Clan Assembly next year, at every meeting of the coming year he would 'turn' Huang Wei into a super pig head.

Huang Peng and Su Yan thought their son was trying to comfort them, hoping that they would not worry which increased Huang Peng's guilt feelings.

Under the assumption that their son was only a seventh grade martial spirit talent, the distance between him and Huang Wei would reveal itself as time went on. Within a year, Huang Wei could break through to the Third Order, perhaps even higher. Their son, however, only had a seventh grade martial spirit, their son needed at least two years to breakthrough from the Second Order to the Third Order.

In the Clan Assembly next year, can their son defeat Huang Wei?

Looking at the facial expressions of his parents, Huang Xiaolong could guess that his parents were not optimistic that he defeated Huang Wei next year.

"Dad, IBu, I plan to train in the back mountains for some time." Huang Xiaolong said after thinking for a moment.

This arrangement allowed him to practice the Body Metamorphosis Scripture comfortably. Running back and forth the entire time was actually an inconvenience, moreover, for now, Huang Xiaolong did not want the Asura Tactics to be revealed.

"NO!" As those words came out of Huang Xiaolong's lips, Su Yan refused loudly without even needing to think.

Huang Peng also persuaded, "Xiaolong, I know you will go to the back mountain so that you can train peacefully but your strength is only in the Second Order, it is too dangerous!"

Huang Xiaolong hoped his parents would object, in the end in their eyes, he was just a seven-year-old child. No parent is willing to let a seven-year-old leave home security for training.

“Dad, iBu, I'll just be on the outer edge of the back mountain, as long as I don't get into the deeper part, there's no danger!” Huang Xiaolong tried again: “You don't need to worry.”

Yet despite what Huang Xiaolong had said to convince them, Huang Peng and Su Yan vehemently refused.

“What if I can beat Huang Wei next year?” Huang Xiaolong threw out his final straw, changed his wisdom and asked.

"Defeat Huang Wei?" The two looked at Huang Xiaolong.

"If you can defeat Huang Wei at next year's sparring event, I will allow you to train in the back mountain!" Huang Peng finally agreed in a serious voice after pondering: "We can talk about this again after you defeat Huang Wei next year."

"okay!" Huang Xiaolong agreed. Since there was no other way, he could only wait a year.

And currently in the North Courtyard, listening to his father explain the situation where his Grandfather made the announcement, Huang Wei's face beamed with a wide smile: “Grandfather is indeed wise, he knew that if the child was allowed into the Spirit Pool it would only lead to waste!

Ever since he returned to the North Courtyard of the Great Hall, Huang Ming's mood was good, laughing as he listened to his son's words, “Because your grandfather has given you this opportunity, you must not disappoint your Grandfather and I; even though your talent is outstanding, you must keep trying in your training!”

Huang Wei smiled and said convincingly, "Dad, rest assured, once I enter the Spirit Pond and train there, I will definitely break through to the Third Order in less than a year!" Speaking here, the two Huang Wei disciples exuded an overwhelming hatred: "During next year's Clan Meeting, I will make the little dog kneel before me, he said, and I'll knock out both his hands and feet!"

Returning to his small courtyard, Huang Xiaolong did not continue to train as he usually did. Instead, he took out a piece of paper from the Asura Ring.

Now that he had reached the Fourth Order, he could start practicing fighting skills.

Recorded on a piece of paper was a set of sword attack battle skills that seemed to be made specifically for the Asura Blade, and there was a set of battle skills called the Asura Devil Claw.

There were a total of eighteen moves for the Asura Sword Skill, and each stance was divided into three stages where the Asura Devil Claw had slightly fewer, only five moves.

Through both sets of fighting skills once, Huang Xiaolong's eyes were attracted to the small image of the Asura Sword Skill, which prompted his decision to practice the sword skill first.

Out of his room to his small courtyard, Huang Xiaolong called out the Asura Blade. Recalling the image depicting the movement of the first attack, the mood and circulation of the qi within the body; with the blade wave, dozens of blade images appeared out of nowhere, it rotates and gathers into two small cyclones that zigzag around a small courtyard.

Asura Sword Skill, First Step: Asura Storm.

Note:

Peng Ge; Ge flaming. Brother, but in this context, this is the term dear - Dear, dear