Chapter 27: This is Truly Fair
Part of his strength? While everyone had yet to realize what Huang Xiaolong meant, suddenly a battle qi several times stronger than Huang Wei’s, as much as ten times stronger, or perhaps even more, gushed out from Huang Xiaolong’s body shooting straight up into the air.
Everyone was dumbstruck and shivered as if they’d seen a ghost. The elders and housekeepers jumped up from their seats as if their butts were on fire.
“Fourth Order! He’s actually a Fourth Order warrior! God, a Fourth Order warrior ah!”
“Is this an illusion? No, it's not! This isn’t an illusion!”
“Your mother*, why are you pinching me?” A disciple screamed shrilly having been pinched by the person next to him.
The entire hall became speechless with shock, and some even trembled with excitement as if they have suppressed ‘it’ for too long.
Huang Peng, Su Yan, and even Huang Ming’s reaction was no different from the rest, they were stupefied!
Huang Qide's eyes widened in shock, so great was the shock that his mind went blank as he stared at the stage, struggling to process what just happened.
“No, it’s impossible! You couldn’t have broken through to the Fourth Order stage. It’s impossible that you ran into some dog shit luck again!” Huang Wei cried out as if he’d lost his mind having succumbed to fear.
He couldn’t believe that Huang Xiaolong would be lucky enough to come across good fortune a second time and breakthrough to Fourth Order!
Huang Xiaolong glanced at the frightened Huang Wei who was shouting like a mad man, and battle qi surged on his hands and with a loud ‘hong’, Huang Wei tumbled off the stage, wailing.
With just one step, Huang Xiaolong appeared in front of Huang Wei and mercilessly stomped on Huang Wei.
Huang Wei’s eyes brimmed with fear and fury as he growled, “I won't accept this! I am the clan’s real genius! Why? Why is it that you dog of-a-thing keep running into dog-shit luck surpassing me?"
“Genius? Dog of-a-thing?” Huang Xiaolong stared coldly at Huang Wei. Then, he suddenly sent a brutal kick at Huang Wei’s stomach, and the impact and pain sent Huang Wei rolling to the edge of the stage in pain.
Huang Wei moaned pitifully as he lay on the ground.
At this point, the people in the audience recovered from their shock and started to react.
Huang Ming’s fists clenched tight as he looked at his son on the stage; his eyes gleamed with a scary coldness, but somehow, he managed to endure it.
Huang Qide’s eyes flickered as he looked at his grandson Huang Xiaolong-- could it be like Huang Wei said, that Huang Xiaolong stumbled upon some dog-shit luck again and swallowed some elixir to advance to Fourth Order?
“Wei’er!” Huang Ming’s voice bellowed with anger, he leapt up and rushed towards Huang Wei. When he got to Huang Wei, he saw his son coughing up blood nonstop and the bones of his arms and legs broken.
His heart ached and became filled with fury when he saw his son’s condition, he gave Huang Wei to Elder Zhou who was beside him and ordered, “Look after the Young Lord!” After he said that, Huang Ming turned around and leapt onto the stage, and killing intent spilled out from his eyes as he glared at Huang Xiaolong and walked towards him, “You are very cruel!”
Huang Xiaolong had an indifferent expression as Huang Ming walked toward him. Earlier on, when Huang Wei threatened to break both his arms, how come Huang Ming didn’t say his son was very cruel? And during last year’s Clan Assembly Huang Xiaolong already spared Huang Wei once by not breaking his arms then. But, he didn’t expect Huang Wei to retaliate on his sister Huang Min and little brother Huang Xiaohai!
This time Huang Xiaolong would not be so lenient!
“It’s, it’s him?!”
“Him? How could it be?”
When the residents of Huang Clan Manor saw the person who blocked Huang Ming’s attack, they couldn't believe it’s actually the slave servant Huang Xiaolong bought?!
Huang Qide, Huang Peng, Su Yan and all present almost dropped their eyes.
Since he was able to counter Huang Ming’s attack with just one move, this man definitely had the strength of an Eighth Order warrior!
Eighth Order!
Fei Hou turned towards Huang Xiaolong and respectfully asked, ‘Young Master, are you alright?”
Huang Xiaolong nodded. “I'm alright.” When he said that, he looked at Huang Ming who was struggling to get up using a chair as a crutch. His eyes burned with hatred but there's also fear.
Even though Fei Hou had injured Huang Ming with a single palm strike, Huang Qide wasn't perturbed; he felt that although Fei Hou was not weak, at most, he’d only be a late-Eighth Order warrior.