Chapter 175: Imperial City Battle 7 (1/2)
Chapter 175: Imperial City Battle (7)
When the second day of competition began, half of the people went up to draw lots, which also included Huang Xiaolong.
The number Huang Xiaolong drew was thirty-one.
Number thirty-one: Flowing Tune Kingdom’s Cheng Fusheng—this was Huang Xiaolong’s first opponent for the day’s battle.
When Chen Fusheng found out his first opponent was Huang Xiaolong, Cheng Fusheng’s nerves grew taut.
By now, everyone was of the impression Huang Xiaolong had the strength to enter the top ten. Other than Xie Puti, Yanggang, Huang Xiaolong, Pang Yu, Cui Li, and Dai Shanni were opponents these kingdoms' geniuses were most unwilling to fight at this juncture.
The number Xie Puti drew was one!
Again, many wondered if it was a coincidence or actually the intention of Duanren Empire.
However, after yesterday most believed it was a purposeful act.
Number one!
This was building momentum for Xie Puti.
Inevitably, many would subconsciously link the number one to the first place winner. Therefore, Duanren Empire was discreetly implying the person Duanren Emperor acknowledged as the champion of the Imperial City Battle this year would be none other than Xie Puti
Watching Xie Puti draw the number one stick and the heated discussions coming from all around, Huang Xiaolong remained calm and unperturbed.
Xie Puti’s first opponent was Huang Yiping from the Scarlet Pearl Kingdom.
They shared the same surname, Huang Yiping and Huang Xiaolong.
Huang Yiping’s cultivation was not weak, reaching mid-Xiantian First Order.
In this year’s competition, there was a total of one thousand three hundred and sixty-two people, with two hundred and fifteen among them being Xiantian realm experts.
After the elimination on the first day, the one hundred remaining had proven their strength, and all of them were Xiantian realm experts.
Every year, those who successfully entered Duanren Institute were Xiantian experts. Throughout history, people that managed to enter Duanren Institute while still at the Houtian realm were scarce in number.
The moment Huang Yiping stood on the stage, he summoned his martial spirit and soul transformed in the same instant, launching an attack towards Xie Puti in the most straightforward manner.
Huang Yiping displayed a low-grade Earth rank battle skill named Earth Razing Finger.
In general, there weren’t many finger-based battle skills available, and a low-grade Earth rank finger-based battle skill was even more rare.
Huang Yiping’s finger targeted Xie Puti as if it was the tip of a sharp blade, leaving a mark across the stage floor and raising a screen of stone-riddled dust on the stage as he moved.
These ten battle stages were made of a kind of rock granite that average weapons couldn’t even scratch, yet Huang Yiping did just that by using his finger. The power of this attack was evident.
However, just as Huang Yiping’s finger attack was about to stab Xie Puti, Xie Puti raised his palm, instantly ceasing Huang Yiping’s motions. His palm struck forward: “Get down!”
Phoenix fire erupted like a volcano, spilling out like raging waves of lava.
Huang Yiping turned white, staggering backwards repeatedly until he reached the edge of the battle stage. Both his palms suddenly struck forward, and borrowing the rebound force, his body flew out of the battle stage.
Huang Yiping—lost!
Even if they already knew the result, seeing how effortless Xie Puti defeated Huang Yiping still triggered a wave of shock in the hearts of many geniuses below the stage. Outside the battle stage arena, the crowd’s excitement instantly grew to a frenzy.
After a short period of time, the first group of ten that included Xie Puti finished their turns. Next came the second group, then the competition quickly moved on to the third group in which Huang Xiaolong was participating.
Since Huang Xiaolong’s number was thirty-one, he too headed towards stage number one.
Standing on the stage, Huang Xiaolong faced his opponent, Chen Fusheng, who was on the other side with an aloof and indifferent attitude. Chen Fusheng was tall, reaching a height over six foot two, close to two meters. His four limbs bulged and he had dense coarse hair covering his skin, similar to beastmen.
From Chen Fusheng’s outward appearance, either his parents or ancestor were likely beastmen.
“Huang Xiaolong, although I know I’m not your opponent, I will not throw in the towel.” Cheng Fusheng looked at Huang Xiaolong, the apprehension in his eyes gradually receded and was replaced with a surging desire for battle.
A dazzling light subsequently burst out from his body as a brilliant red, long sword that was enveloped by a layer of azure flame appeared, floating above his head.