Chapter 557: A Sigh (2/2)
Of course, his name, Xie Ning, would resound loud and clear in the entire galaxy once he defeated Huang Xiaolong.
Although Huang Xiaolong was the Institute Principal’s personal disciple, no one could find fault with his action, for he would defeat Huang Xiaolong fair and square on the arena stage. Not even the Institute Principal could say anything. But his ultimate confidence lied in his Xie Family, as one of the galaxy’s super forces.
Watching Xie Ning attack, the whole arena went into an abrupt silence, holding in their breaths with eyes wide-open as if they were afraid to miss any interesting detail.
Just when Xie Ning’s palms were about to land on Huang Xiaolong’s torso, a sigh sounded from Huang Xiaolong. This low, audible sigh seemed to originate from an ancient time, as if myriad gods were sighing, a sigh that traveled from the depths of hell, coming from the death god.
Everyone in the arena heard the low sigh clearly, but no one was able to accurately describe this sigh. They only felt a shudder to their core, as if enveloped by an uncomfortable cocoon.
Those who stood close to the arena stage were trying to calm their qi and blood that were seething violently.
On the stage, Xie Ning had the impression that he was knocked back by a giant hand, unable to bite down the scream coming out from his mouth. The fierce, tempestuous wind around him shattered and dissipated as he tumbled back in the air, several li away, slamming heavily on the edge of the stage.
His crash shook the entire Hidden Dragon Arena stage.
Yet, the sound of that sigh was still reverberating in the air, drumming in the crowd’s ears, clenching at their hearts, shaking their souls.
It was a long time later before the sigh dissipated. By then, weaker disciples in the arena had gone white as a sheet.
No one dared to make a sound and the arena fell into deathly silence.
The feeble groan coming out from Xie Ning’s lips at the edge of the stage sounded harsh to the ears. All eyes never left Huang Xiaolong.
Jiang Shaoze, Luo Kai, Long Junfei, Su Guo, Xu Shaoqing, Wu Xiaoshi, Yang Yue, and the rest of the hundred disciples were staring at Huang Xiaolong with flabbergasted shock stamped on their faces. Especially Jiang Shaoze, feeling his limbs grow cold.
Three years ago, when Huang Xiaolong came out of nowhere and snatched the first place in the new disciple selection assessment, he was one of many that felt unreconciled. Just moments ago, he was still thinking of a way to test Huang Xiaolong’s strength.
But now!
A low sounding sigh defeated a peak late-First Order God Realm Xie Ning! This was even more appalling than that single palm strike defeating the four Wang Family masters.
No one made a sound, not even Gudu Leng or Wang Biaoyuan. However, the look in their eyes clearly exposed the great waves crashing in their hearts. Yes, they were a little bit frightened.
On the platform, Zhang Tianchuan’s eyelids were twitching in great momentum. He was just left dumbstruck. He could tell, Huang Xiaolong’s mere sigh actually contained a mysterious sound based battle skill, but even so, he couldn't determine Huang Xiaolong’s real strength.
A masterpiece genius! These words emerged in his mind.
As usual, Huang Xiaolong ignored all the stunned expressions directed his way. Retrieving his gaze from Xie Ning’s body, he looked where the hundred disciples were standing. “Anyone else wants to challenge?”
Being subjected to Huang Xiaolong’s gaze, the disciples retreated a step by reflex so that Huang Xiaolong would not misunderstand.
Xie Ning was asking for it. They begged to differ.