Chapter 0063: Eya’s Choice

Sitting in the hall, Huang Xiong and Zhao Rong watched Duros and Eya with grim expressions. Duros ignored their expressions and smiled broadly. “Head of the Huang family, your second son, Huang Long, had a match agreed upon with my son, Du Fei, at the arena in the palace of King Lutong. I have already informed His Majesty, who has given his approval. The match is set for the day after tomorrow.”

Eya, sitting next to Duros, agreed as well. “Our country values martial arts. The match between your son and Du Fei’s son delights His Majesty greatly. I believe an imperial edict will be issued soon after today.”

Huang Xiong and Zhao Rong’s faces turned as dark as water.

Originally, Zhao Rong had planned to use a joke between the two families to cancel the match, thinking even theHill family family would have no choice. But now these two had already made preparations, “alerting” His Majesty Orell. With the imperial edict issued, it would be impossible to change things anymore.

A king’s word cannot be trifled with! The match was now a certainty.

Standing aside, Huang Long observed coldly. He hadn’t expected Eya to be just as scheming as Duros.

The George family? If so, it wasn’t his fault as Huang Long.

The day after tomorrow? He wondered what benefits these two had offered Orell to get him involved.

“This must be our little genius, Huang Long. Brother Huang, I truly envy you for having such an excellent son,” Eya said, turning to look at Huang Long and praising him.

Envy? Whether it was envy or not was hard to say.

Huang Long stared at Eya’s smiling face without saying anything, and neither Huang Xiong nor Zhao Rong replied.

Eya continued smiling, “It’s strange, Brother Huang. I seem to have met your son somewhere before.” This wasn’t a lie. It felt strange—he always thought this young man from the Huang family looked familiar, but he couldn’t recall where.

Logically, it was impossible for them to have met before.

Duros laughed beside him. “Is that so? It must have been on the street, right, Brother Eya?”

Eya smiled. “I think so too.”

Watching the two laughing and talking as if no one else was around, Huang Xiong stood up, his voice low. “Gentlemen, if you’re done, please leave.”

Duros and Eya exchanged a glance. Duros stood up, his smile fake. “Very well. We’ve delivered our message. Of course, there’s one more thing from His Majesty that I need to convey to you, Brother Huang. His Majesty says the imperial edict has been issued, and your son should prepare for the match. The royal city is now under strict lockdown to prevent lawless elements from causing trouble during this important time.”

As for whether it was Orell, only Duros knew. But this was a blatant threat, meaning that strict curfews had been imposed throughout the city—his son couldn’t avoid stepping onto the arena, nor could he escape. Huang Xiong, who had remained gloomy all along, finally exploded in anger. Pointing at Duros, he roared, “You old dog, get lost! If you don’t leave now, I’ll chop you to pieces right here!” With that, he drew the sword at his waist, unleashing his combat energy, his cold gaze filled with murderous intent. The Huang family guards around him also drew their swords. In an instant, the hall was filled with glinting blades, and a deadly atmosphere filled the space. The two guards accompanying Duros and Eya also took out their weapons, staring at each other nervously. At that moment, Eya chuckled and said, “Brother Huang, don’t get angry. We’re on the same side. We’ll leave now.” Then he gave Duros a look. Duros snorted coldly and left the hall with his guards, with Eya closely following behind. Once they left the Huang family’s estate, Eya asked, “Brother Duros, are you sure about this time?” He was referring to the arena match. Seeing Duros’s displeased expression, Eya smiled and said, “It’s not that I don’t believe in your son’s strength, but as you know, this isn’t just a simple fight between your son and that Huang family brat anymore. Moreover, that brat is a third-level mage across all disciplines.” Duros sneered, “Brother Eya, do you really think a third-level mage can challenge a peak fourth-level mage? Don’t worry. Killing that Huang family brat is just the first step. Once we unite our two families, with the support of Huang City as well, we’ll ensure that Old Bear Huang can never rise again.” Eya nodded. After thinking it over, he realized there was indeed no need to worry. Without external help, it was indeed difficult for a third-level mage, even one skilled in all disciplines, to defeat a peak fourth-level mage. Originally, the George family had stayed neutral, fearing the wrong side. But recently, news spread that Duros’s second daughter, Du Meng, was going to marry the crown prince of the Dragon Speech Empire, Long Ji, which made Eya consider joining forces. With Duros taking the initiative to form an alliance, Eya eventually sided with the Hill family. Previously, the George family had stayed neutral out of fear of choosing the wrong side. Now, with the Hill family allied with the Dragon Speech Empire’s royal family and their support, the Huang family was bound to decline, so there was no longer any need for caution. … Huang Xiong watched as Duros and Eya’s group left, shouting angrily, “How dare they!” Then he punched the wall of the courtyard, causing it to collapse instantly.

Zhao Rong looked at the guards who were silent as mice around her and said, “You can step back.” After the guards left, she turned to Huang Xiong and said, “Now is not the time to get angry. We need to think of a solution.”
“A solution? What solution? Although Long is a third-level magician, there’s no way he can defeat that fourth-level master from the Du family. In a duel, for fairness, external aids are not allowed. By then, that old Du will definitely bring up this rule,” Huang Xiong said angrily.
External aids referred to magical pets, magic scrolls, magic wands, and the like.
Generally, such rules applied in all duels held on the Hengyuan Continent.
Otherwise, what’s the point of a duel if a second-level magician just throws around a bunch of ninth-level magic scrolls?
Hearing this, Zhao Rong also frowned in concern.
The hall was filled with gloom.
Huang Long, standing nearby, spoke up, saying they didn’t need to worry.
Seeing his son still so calm and unaware of the dangers of the upcoming duel, Huang Xiong and Zhao Rong were frustrated.
Finally, Huang Long said, “Have you ever thought about it? If I weren’t confident, would I agree to fight that kid from the Du family?” With that, Huang Long left the hall.
Huang Xiong and Zhao Rong were stunned.
Indeed, their son wasn’t stupid—he wouldn’t agree to a duel without confidence. Huang Xiong’s eyes lit up.
Zhao Rong also pondered this idea.
However, no matter how much they pressed him, Huang Long refused to reveal more, only saying they would know when the time came.
Although they didn’t understand what their son relied on, seeing his confidence, they felt much more relieved due to their trust in him.
After all, their son had never disappointed them since childhood, often doing strange things.
Just like that, as news of Huang Long’s duel with Du Fei spread throughout the streets and alleys of the kingdom’s capital, two days passed quietly, and the day of the duel arrived.