Chapter 18 (1/2)

Book 1 - What Is A Genius

Chapter 18 - First Kill

Translated by:

toomuchnoob

He Yiming’s speed was extremely quick. Although he was not moving in a straight line, the genuine reason he charged forward despite the danger was a kind of awareness.

It was a special feeling, an indescribable sixth sense, telling him that if he were to advance at this moment, he would not face too much danger.

After he made two up and downs, towards his lateral side, by a big tree not too far away, he saw a man in black skin-tight clothes out of the corner of his eyes. The man had a small crossbow in his hand and was currently loading it with an arrow.

He Yiming glanced at his hands and immediately discerned that such a crossbow was a bit different than the standardized ones provided in the army. Be it in terms of might or size, this crossbow was a lot smaller than the latter. If he had not made a mistake, this crossbow must have been forged by an influential family in secret. This man being able to get his hands onto it was pretty surprising.

He Yiming slightly bent his body and swept his hand on the ground, before he picked up a big stone and threw it towards his opponent.

Although He Yiming had not learned any hidden weapon techniques, infusing the stone with his Internal Energy nevertheless produced the same air-piercing sound as it flew towards his opponent like an arrow.

His opponent’s speed was quick as he reacted swiftly. He instantly discarded the arrow he was loading and dodged the stone with a lazy roll. As soon as he stood, he applied strength through his feet, causing a huge mixture of tiny rocks and mud, like torrents of rain covering the whole sky, to emerge in the way He Yiming was charging.

He Yiming was gloomy in his heart. He didn’t antic.i.p.ate that he would have to face such a thing when he wished to exchange blows with his opponent. He Yiming’s figure remained in mid-air for a brief instant, but he couldn’t avoid some of the mud splas.h.i.+ng on his body.

His both legs touched the ground before he eventually saw his the opponent’s face.

His opponent was a middle-aged man with a sharp-pointed mouth and monkey cheeks. In particular, his eyes had a trace of sinister, red color seeming like blood.

He Yiming’s heart tensed. He immediately recognized the opponent and also understood why would the latter mount a sneak attack without exchanging a word.

‘Hubin?’ He subconsciously tightened his fists and tensely said inwardly.

He felt an indescribable chill in his heart. He was at the seventh layer of the Internal Energy, but his opponent had killed an enormous amount of people. If he were to say that he didn’t feel the slightest fear, that would just be lying to himself.

Hubin coldly watched He Yiming, the corner of his mouth slightly curling into a sneer.

“You children of big families, your guts are truly getting more and more. Even such a small guy has dared to come and throw his life away.”

He Yiming sucked in a deep breath and circulated his Internal Energy, attaining the peak of the Primordial Energy’s sixth layer within an instant.

He casually extended his hands and said in a clear voice:

“Hubin, who has come to throw away his life, we will only know after the fight. You…” His face suddenly tensed and both fists simultaneously stretched forward. Because Hubin, who was in front of his eyes, had already pounced on him before he could finish speaking.

Previously, in the manor, during the duels with his siblings, both sides would first properly prepare themselves before displaying their moves. Hubin’s sudden attack halfway during his words was completely out of his expectations.

Hubin’s figure, seeming as smooth as a swimming fish, covered the distance in a single leap. His palm, seeming like a light feather and devoid of strength, effortlessly slapped towards He Yiming’s side.

He Yiming was naturally not willing to be outdone. He fully employed his gold-type cultivation technique, Primordial Energy, in correspondence with Rolling Boulder Fist, and struck towards his opponent without the slightest hesitation.

As soon as the two fists collided, Hubin’s complexion immediately changed. Exerting his feet, he hurriedly retreated like a ghost. His body circled around in mid-air, before he stepped on two big trees in succession and finally neutralized the strong thrust from He Yiming’s fist.

After the formal exchange between the two sides, He Yiming’s heart immediately calmed down.

Although Hubin had a murderous aura around his body which he feared, former’s Internal Energy was indeed only at the fifth layer. Even if he used battle skills corresponding to the Internal Energy’s sixth layer, he could easily beat his opponent. As soon as he thought up to here, he quickly strode forward with a light shout.

Hubin’s feet touched the ground, and he suddenly shouted:

“Wait.”

He Yiming’s footsteps stopped. His figure, like a statue, stood completely still as he suspiciously stared his opponent.