Asura Emperor Venerable-Chapter 192 - : Take a Younger Brother Under My Wing
Chapter 192: Chapter 192: Take a Younger Brother Under My Wing
Shi Hao was very interested and said to the skinny dark youth, “It’s a shame you’re hanging out with that fat-headed guy. Why don’t you follow me instead?”
The skinny dark youth shook his head, pointing at Zhong Huan, “He feeds me.”
Shi Hao laughed heartily, “I’ll feed you too.”
The skinny dark youth hesitated slightly, but then immediately said, “I now want to fight you.”
“Alright, if I win, you’ll follow me from now on,” Shi Hao said.
Zhong Huan, listening on the side, was about to explode with rage.
Not only did Shi Hao not submit to him, but he was even trying to steal his top fighter.
How infuriating.
“Trash him for me!” he shouted loudly.
The skinny dark youth suddenly lifted his foot, whoosh, his figure rapidly accelerated, charging toward Shi Hao.
Shi Hao nodded, seeing that this youth truly had the potential to be a killer. He was merely breaking through the Nine Extremes, yet his burst of speed was far superior.
If he were an ordinary practitioner of the Nine Extremes, he would be in a panic now.
The youth thrust his sword. It was clearly a bamboo sword, but when wielded in his hands, the tip shimmered with a cold light as if it were made of metal.
Shi Hao had no doubt that the youth’s thrust possessed immense destructive power, enough to penetrate even the physique of someone who had broken through the Nine Extremes.
He quickly stepped back.
Whoosh, a thrust passed, barely missing the center of Shi Hao’s forehead by half an inch. It missed by just that tiny fraction, yet that tiny distance became an insurmountable gap.
Shi Hao had accurately calculated the youth’s limit and dodged perfectly.
The skinny dark youth was stunned; such precise control of the distance demonstrated that Shi Hao’s strength was unbelievably formidable.
Zhong Huan, however, didn’t understand and thought Shi Hao had merely been lucky. Otherwise, why would it have been so perilously close?
“Go, go, go—smash his hands for me!” he bellowed. In the city, he still dared not kill recklessly, but crippling someone’s arms, he could justify that.
With his fighting spirit ignited, the skinny dark youth again thrust his sword at Shi Hao.
The sword moved swiftly, naturally aimed at stabbing, but normally people would also slash or cut. However, in the skinny dark youth’s hands, it seemed he knew only one attack: stabbing.
Stab, stab, stab, stab—Shi Hao saw nothing but flashing cold lights from the sword tips, like venomous snakes baring their fangs, seeking the best opportunity to strike.
But Shi Hao retreated, retreating perfectly with each step, causing the youth to miss by a mere fraction each time.
After dozens of attempts, the skinny dark youth came to an abrupt halt.
He knew he was nowhere near a match for Shi Hao.
But Zhong Huan, lacking such insight, couldn’t help but urge, “Fight! Trash him for me! You dumbass, I’m feeding you not to keep a loser! Hurry up, cripple him for me!”
“I’m no match for him!” the skinny dark youth shook his head, honestly replying.
“You eat my food, use my things, and now when it’s time for you to be useful, you dare back out?” Zhong Huan jumped up, rushed over, and started beating the youth with punches and kicks, “If you’re useless, why the hell do I need a loser like you?”
The skinny dark youth interestingly enough stood upright, letting Zhong Huan beat him.
Zhong Huan continued to act violently, but as he raised his right hand, he couldn’t bring it down.
Because his wrist was caught.
Of course, it was Shi Hao.
“Enough!” Shi Hao said calmly.
“Dammit, whether it’s enough or not I decide, who the hell are you?” Zhong Huan yelled at Shi Hao.
Bang!
Shi Hao kicked out, sending Zhong Huan flying. He traced an arc through the sky before crashing heavily to the ground, groaning in pain.
Hiss, this scene left both the neighbors and the hoodlums in shock and admiration.
That was Zhong Huan after all, someone with ties to the Lu Family.
However, everyone also felt a sense of relief, as Zhong Huan, relying on his brother-in-law who was part of the Lu Family, had been bullying neighbors and dominating the area, which truly made him detestable.
Still, beating someone up provides only momentary pleasure. How would Shi Hao handle the aftermath?
Shi Hao didn’t seem to care at all. He looked towards the scrawny young boy and asked, “What’s your name?”
“Xiao Hei.” The boy said calmly.
“You don’t have a surname?” Shi Hao asked.
The boy shook his head. “I’ve been an orphan since I was young, nameless and surnameless.”
It seemed that the name Xiao Hei was given simply because he was dark-skinned.
Shi Hao touched his chin, originally intending to give the boy a name, but after thinking for a while, and mindful of his own lack of naming skills, he couldn’t come up with a good name and ended up giving up dejectedly.
“From now on, you follow me,” he said.
“Will you provide food?” the boy asked.
“Yes,” Shi Hao nodded.
“Okay,” the boy nodded back, agreeing readily.
“You! You!” On the other side, Zhong Huan also struggled to get up, pointing at Shi Hao and Xiao Hei, his face filled with uncontrollable anger, “Do you both no longer wish to live?”
One dared to hit him; the other dared to betray him. How could he not be enraged?
“Disable his hands,” Shi Hao said indifferently, realizing that he had almost forgotten about this guy remaining silent.
“Okay,” Xiao Hei nodded.
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He walked towards Zhong Huan, holding a bamboo sword, expressionless.
“You dare!” Zhong Huan yelled, but Xiao Hei was unaffected, approaching with large strides. Ultimately, Zhong Huan got scared, continuously backing away, “I am Zhong Huan, my brother-in-law is Lu Xiu!”
Whoosh, Xiao Hei thrust his sword, a flash of cold light followed by two quick thrusts, instantly causing Zhong Huan’s shoulders to bleed profusely, his arms limply dangling, the meridians severed, unable to be lifted again.
Shi Hao didn’t bother with Zhong Huan any further. You wanted to disable my hands, so I returned the gesture to you, fair and square.
He then glanced at the kneeling hoodlums and asked Xiao Hei, “Have you eaten?”
“No,” Xiao Hei shook his head.
“Good, let’s eat,” Shi Hao said with a smile.
Xiao Hei remained silent but followed Shi Hao, walking peculiarly behind in his shadow, as if he wanted to blend into the darkness.
Shi Hao was very optimistic about Xiao Hei; the boy seemed naturally adept with a sword, possibly a good candidate to train as an assassin.
After Xiao Hei had eaten, he would transmit a cultivation technique to him, to help Xiao Hei advance in Soul Nurturing—if he possessed a Spirit Root.
Meanwhile, Zhong Huan couldn’t swallow his anger. Without looking at anyone else, he ran off to find his sister and complain, urging Lu Xiu to stand up for him.
Watching him run off, the leader of the hoodlums wiped his cold sweat. Over a trivial matter, Zhong Huan’s hands had been disabled; what if after dealing with Shi Hao, he sought revenge?
With this thought, he shivered and didn’t dare follow Zhong Huan but decided to leave town immediately.
He intended to travel to faraway lands, never to appear before Zhong Huan again.
On the ground, a group of hoodlums still knelt obediently, and a large yellow dog appeared again, sitting there with an air of self-importance.
Indeed, a bully that fears the tough but preys on the weak.
Everyone thought this to themselves, yet no one dared to stand, weak as they were, only to be bullied.
