Invincible Over the World-Chapter 18 Cultivation Combat Skill
18: Chapter 18 Cultivation Combat Skill
18 -18 Cultivation Combat Skill
Huang Ming watched Huang Peng turn around and walk away, a sneer hidden in his heart.
He naturally did not believe that next year’s annual event would see Huang Xiaolong once again get a stroke of dumb luck and beat his own son!
Therefore, the so-called one hundred Fighting Qi Pills was simply an impossibility!
As for an apology, that was even more out of the question!
In the Great Hall, the elders looked at each other, none daring to speak.
In the East Hall, Huang Xiaolong had just sat down when he saw his father, Huang Peng, storming back from the North Hall, visibly furious.
“Dad, what’s wrong?” Huang Xiaolong couldn’t help but ask.
Su Yan also stood up and came forward.
Huang Peng, feeling guilty, did not respond but went to sit in his seat in the Great Hall, hanging his head, his anger not dissipating but instead growing stronger.
“This is too much!”
“This is too much!”
Recalling the cold look of his older brother, Huang Ming, and the favoritism his father showed towards Huang Wei, Huang Peng could not hold back his anger any longer and slammed his right palm onto the nearby chair, shattering it instantly.
With a single palm, Huang Peng smashed the nearby chair, startling Su Yan.
“Brother Peng, what happened?
What’s wrong?” Su Yan asked urgently, worried.
Huang Peng looked up and glanced at his wife Su Yan and his son, sighed, and finally spoke out about what had happened in the Main Hall.
He relayed how his father, Huang Qide, had given Huang Wei the qualification for the Spirit Pond cultivation, which should have belonged to Huang Xiaolong.
As he spoke, anger overwhelmed him, and he sent another chair flying with a strike of his hand.
“Dad is being blatantly biased!
He only has eyes for that grandson, Huang Wei!” Su Yan, after hearing this, glared furiously, “Does he not even consider our Xiao Long as his grandson?!”
Huang Xiaolong kept silent, his heart sneered.
Although he had beaten Huang Wei a few days ago at the annual event and shown his Second Order Strength in front of his grandfather, Huang Qide, his grandfather still had not acknowledged him truly.
He imagined in his grandfather’s eyes, his breakthrough to Second Order was just a fluke, and his future achievements could not possibly compare to those of Huang Wei.
“And that Zhou Guang, he even dared to say our Xiao Long entering the Spirit Pond to cultivate was a waste of the Spirit Medicine’s power!” Su Yan spoke angrily, “That dog servant, if it wasn’t for his backing from big brother Huang Ming, he wouldn’t dare to say such things!”
Zhou Guang might be an elder, but in Huang Family Manor, an elder’s status is only slightly higher than that of high-level guards, and at the end of the day, he is still a servant.
“Xiao Long, I’m sorry!” Huang Peng looked at his son, his voice filled with low and guilt, “I was useless.
I not only failed to secure your entry to the Spirit Pond but also let Huang Wei snatch it away!”
Upon hearing this, Huang Xiaolong smiled indifferently, “Dad, Mom, don’t worry.
At the next annual event, I will not only beat Huang Wei so badly that even his own father won’t recognize him, but also so that his grandfather will fail to recognize him too!”
Since grandfather Huang Qide was so biased and valued his precious grandson Huang Wei so much, Huang Xiaolong, a grandson with a “Seventh-level” Martial Soul, intended to show him that his supposed fluke would only get better and stronger!
Not just at the next annual event, but at every single one hereafter, he would beat Huang Wei until he became the ultimate invincible target!
When Huang Peng and Su Yan heard Huang Xiaolong’s words, they thought they were just their son’s way of comforting them, trying to keep them from worrying; Huang Peng felt even more guilty.
In Huang Peng and Su Yan’s minds, their son only had a Seventh-level Martial Soul and as time went by, the gap between him and Huang Wei would only grow.
A year later, Huang Wei could likely break through to Third Order or even higher, while their son, possessing a Seventh-level Martial Soul, would generally need about two years to move from Second Order to Third Order.
At the next annual event, could their son really still beat Huang Wei?
“Unless, my son can swallow three more spiritual medicines like the Yang Fruit!” Huang Peng sighed inwardly, but how many such spiritual medicines like the Yang Fruit could his son possibly encounter again by chance?!
Seeing his parents’ expressions, Huang Xiaolong knew they didn’t believe he could still defeat Huang Wei at next year’s gathering.
“Dad, Mom, I want to cultivate in the backyard mountains in the future!” Huang Xiaolong said after some thought.
This would also facilitate the cultivation of the Yijinjing, otherwise always running back and forth would be a bit troublesome, and currently, Huang Xiaolong did not want to reveal that he was practicing the Asura Technique.
“No way!” Su Yan shook her head in opposition almost without thinking.
Huang Peng also followed up, “Xiao Long, I know you want to cultivate in the backyard mountain to focus on your cultivation, but your strength is only at the Second Order now, it’s too dangerous!”
His parents’ opposition was something Huang Xiaolong had anticipated since he was only a seven-year-old child, and no parent would feel at ease letting their seven-year-old child leave home to cultivate.
“Dad, Mom, I’ll just be on the outer periphery of the backyard mountain, as long as I don’t venture deep into the mountain, there won’t be any danger!” Huang Xiaolong said.
“Don’t worry.”
However, no matter how much Huang Xiaolong tried to persuade them, Huang Peng and Su Yan simply did not agree.
“Then what if next year at the gathering, I manage to defeat Huang Wei?” Huang Xiaolong said helplessly, finally changing his tone.
“Defeat Huang Wei?!” Huang Peng and Su Yan looked at their son incredulously.
“If at next year’s gathering, you really can defeat Huang Wei, then I will allow you to go cultivate in the backyard mountain!” After a moment, Huang Peng spoke thoughtfully, “However, let’s wait until you defeat Huang Wei at next year’s gathering before we discuss this.”
“Alright then!” Huang Xiaolong said, resigned to waiting another year since there was no other option.
Meanwhile, in the North Hall, Huang Wei, upon hearing what his father, Huang Ming, reported about grandfather Huang Qide’s decision at the Main Hall, couldn’t help but smile brightly: “Grandfather is wise, knowing that even if that boy is allowed to cultivate in the Spirit Pond, it’s a waste!”
Returning from the Main Hall, Huang Ming was also in a good mood, smiling as he said, “Since your grandfather has given you this opportunity to cultivate in the Spirit Pond, don’t disappoint your grandfather or me when the time comes.
Even though you have great talent, you must still put in effort to cultivate!”
Huang Wei smiled and said, “Dad, rest assured, once I start cultivating in the Spirit Pond, it won’t take a year for me to break through to the Third Order!” With hatred intensifying in his eyes, he added, “At the next year’s gathering, I want that damn dog to kneel before me, I will cripple both his arms and legs!”
After returning from the East Hall to his small courtyard, Huang Xiaolong did not continue with his cultivation of the Asura Technique, but instead took out the diagram from within the Asura Technique.
Now that he had broken through to the Fourth Order, he could begin cultivating combat skills.
The diagram recorded two sets of combat skills, one was the Asura Sword Technique which coordinated attacks with the Shura Blade, and the other was the Asura Ghost Claw.
The Asura Sword Technique consisted of eighteen moves, each split into three forms, but the Asura Ghost Claw had fewer moves, only five claws.
After reviewing both the Asura Sword Technique and Asura Ghost Claw, Huang Xiaolong’s eyes landed on the first small diagram of the Asura Sword Technique, and he decided to start with the Asura Sword Technique.
Stepping outside his room into the courtyard, Huang Xiaolong summoned the Asura Blade, recalled the first small diagram’s attack position and Qi Force running method from the Asura Sword Technique, and with a swing of the Asura Blade, several blade lights appeared out of nowhere, slowly rotating and forming two wind clusters that continuously revolved and rolled around in the courtyard.
Asura Sword Technique’s first move: Hell’s Wind.
