Invincible Over the World-Chapter 69 Not Necessarily
69: Chapter 69 Not Necessarily
69 -69 Not Necessarily
“Now, please, the first of each freshman class come forward to draw lots for the match!” Vice Principal Xiong Chu stood up on the platform and said.
Huang Xiaolong and Lu Kai, along with twelve others, stepped forward to draw lots as instructed.
Huang Xiaolong drew number four.
Number four meant Huang Xiaolong’s opponent was the first from class four, a youth named Yang Mingwei.
This Yang Mingwei was already seventeen years old, having enrolled in the academy eight years earlier than Huang Xiaolong, and had reached the Sixth-stage Late Stage.
Sixth-stage Late Stage!
When Li Lu saw that Huang Xiaolong had drawn number four, her expression couldn’t help but change.
“Xiao Long, in a bit, maybe you should…?” Li Lu looked worried, not knowing quite how to start.
“It’s okay!” Huang Xiaolong said with a smile upon hearing her concern.
He knew what Li Lu wanted to say.
After speaking, Huang Xiaolong gave Li Lu a reassuring look, then slowly walked up to the stage with Yang Mingwei.
Once they reached the stage, Huang Xiaolong and his opponent took their positions.
Yang Mingwei had very fair skin and a rather handsome face.
Looking at Huang Xiaolong, he smiled and said, “Huang Xiaolong, right?
I didn’t expect you to be my first opponent.
I heard that yesterday, even Jiang Teng, who had just broken through to the Fifth-level, was almost crippled by your palm!
But you’re still no match for me at present, you’d better concede.”
“Is that so.” Huang Xiaolong replied indifferently.
However, he could tell that Yang Mingwei didn’t mean to mock him; he was “kindly” advising Huang Xiaolong to concede.
“Make your move,” Huang Xiaolong said, watching his opponent closely.
Yang Mingwei was momentarily taken aback, then shook his head, “Since you’re still not giving up, fine, I’m making my move now.
Be careful!” After speaking, he released all his Fighting Power, his figure flashed, and instantly he was before Huang Xiaolong, throwing a punch straight at Huang Xiaolong’s chest.
Seeing this, Huang Xiaolong raised his hand to meet the punch with an Arhat Fist.
“Bang!” With that sound, Yang Mingwei’s body shook, and he was forced to retreat several steps before stabilizing.
Everyone was stunned.
“You, Sixth Rank?
How is this possible?!” Yang Mingwei stared at Huang Xiaolong in disbelief, loosening up his right arm that had just collided with Huang Xiaolong’s, feeling it tremble slightly and numbing.
After their initial shock, everyone gasped in astonishment and began to buzz with excitement.
“Huang Xiaolong has reached the Sixth-stage!
How old is he, exactly?!”
“Even Yang Mingwei has been repelled by him!”
“This is too monstrous, too horrifying!”
Even on the platform, King Lu Zhe, Sun Zhang, Xiong Chu, and others were shocked and in disbelief.
Sun Zhang and Xiong Chu, in particular, had their eyes wide open, mouths agape, expressions exaggerated to the extreme.
Yesterday in the square, Huang Xiaolong’s defeat of Jiang Teng had already astonished Sun Zhang and Xiong Chu immensely.
However, in their eyes, Huang Xiaolong was at most Fifth-stage Late Stage, Late Stage Peak.
But now, even Yang Mingwei, who was at the Sixth-stage Late Stage, had been sent reeling by Huang Xiaolong’s fist!
What did that imply?!
After the shock passed, Sun Zhang and Xiong Chu began to tremble all over with excitement.
They even felt an impulse to rush down to Huang Xiaolong and embrace him.
While everyone was still in shock, Huang Xiaolong turned to Yang Mingwei and said, “You should go all out.” Huang Xiaolong could see that Yang Mingwei hadn’t used his full power just now; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to repel him so easily.
Yang Mingwei gazed at Huang Xiaolong, his earlier condescension completely vanished, replaced with gravity.
The punch from before made him realize Huang Xiaolong indeed possessed the strength to be his opponent.
“Alright, I retract my earlier words,” Yang Mingwei said.
“You deserve to be my opponent, Huang Xiaolong.
I will use all my strength to battle against you, and I hope you will also use all your strength to fight me!”
Yang Mingwei finished speaking, his body erupted with light, and behind him appeared a figure, a giant seated cross-legged and clad in Red Gold Battle Armor!
This was Yang Mingwei’s Martial Soul!
A person!
To be exact, a member of an Ancient Race!
Yang Mingwei’s Martial Soul was from an Ancient Race known as the Immovable Ming King, which legend had it was abandoned by the Divine Race during Ancient Times, and the Immovable Ming King was one of them.
A race’s Martial Soul is also a type among Martial Souls, and generally, race Martial Souls are Advanced Martial Souls.
Like Yang Mingwei’s Immovable Ming King, it is a Top Level Tenth Grade Martial Soul.
Of course, among the fourteen classes of the first year, each class’s top student generally possesses at least a Top Ten Level or higher-grade Martial Soul, and without such talent, it would not be possible to take the top spot in their class.
Yang Mingwei summoned his Immovable Ming King Martial Soul, and suddenly behind him appeared a Golden Ring.
His figure flashed and, with a sudden punch, he struck at Huang Xiaolong.
Huang Xiaolong’s figure flickered as he met the attack with a punch of his own, and the two collided.
Fighting Energy surged, and the air rolled with turbulence.
This time, Yang Mingwei was still shaken back several steps by Huang Xiaolong.
Seeing this, the crowd was once again greatly shocked.
Those with the Immovable Ming King Martial Soul, upon calling it forth, would have their own physical strength and defense be stronger by half compared to same-rank warriors, yet Huang Xiaolong was still able to push him back; didn’t that mean Huang Xiaolong’s own physical strength was even greater than Yang Mingwei’s?!
Moreover, Huang Xiaolong had yet to summon his Martial Soul.
After pushing Yang Mingwei back with a punch, Huang Xiaolong flashed and appeared in front of his opponent, pressing a Mian Palm onto his chest.
“Immovable Ming King Gold Circle!” Just as Huang Xiaolong’s handprint reached Yang Mingwei’s chest, a flash of golden light passed through Yang Mingwei’s eyes, and the Golden Ring suddenly expanded, revolving rapidly around his whole body, forming a defensive circle.
Huang Xiaolong’s palm struck upon the Golden Ring like it had hit an invincible iron wall.
“You can’t break through my defense!” Yang Mingwei looked at Huang Xiaolong and said, “Only a Seventh Rank can break through my Immovable Ming King Gold Circle!”
Immovable Ming King Gold Circle!
This was the innate Soul Skill that emerged after the transformation of Yang Mingwei’s Martial Soul.
When Yang Mingwei battled against others and deployed the Immovable Ming King Gold Circle, with his current strength, only a Seventh Rank could break through his defense.
“Can’t break through?” Huang Xiaolong’s expression was indifferent, “Not necessarily!” he said.
Then the palm resting on Yang Mingwei’s chest suddenly pressed forward, and a horrifyingly soft power broke through the Immovable Ming King Gold Circle and surged violently into Yang Mingwei’s body.
Yang Mingwei’s eyes widened in shock, his body shuddered and he staggered back, stopping only at the edge of the platform, with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.
Seeing this, there was a stir among the people on the platform.
“You, what kind of Combat Skill is this that can actually break through my Immovable Ming King Gold Circle?” Yang Mingwei said in disbelief.
This was the terrifying aspect of the Mian Palm; even if it struck through two walls, it could still send the opponent flying without damaging the walls at all.
Huang Xiaolong didn’t reply, his figure flashed once more, and he approached his opponent, striking out with a palm again.
Yang Mingwei, in alarm, had just thought about dodging when he was hit by Huang Xiaolong’s palm, sent flying backward and falling off the platform.
Yang Mingwei lost!
The crowd, staring at Yang Mingwei who had fallen off the platform, took a long time to react.
After a while, an uproar ensued, Yang Mingwei had actually lost!
And Huang Xiaolong had won so easily without even summoning his Martial Soul.
