He Looks Like A Monkey

Su Wu's furious voice rang out, echoing in the ears of everyone present.

He refused to believe the nonsense spouted by Mr. Wei and Mr. Qiao. In the battle just now, how could Horn, a known weakling, have played any meaningful role? Even the simplest mind wouldn't buy into such an absurd claim.

Horne and Su Xiao rushed to Guo Chengping's side.

"Vice President Guo, how are you?" Horne asked as he helped staunch the bleeding from Guo Chengping's empty sleeves. His arms were gone, and the tension in his face was unbearable, veins on his forehead bulging like earthworms.

Guo Chengping couldn't wrap his head around the situation. How had he, a half-step into the Heavenly Star Realm, been defeated by two old men who were merely in the early stages of the Creation Realm? Just hours ago, he'd severed their arms with ease, and now, somehow, their combat prowess had surged drastically.

The reality of losing both arms set in like a wave of despair. He, the next president of the Imperial Capital Formation Mage Association, was on track for greatness. But now, with no arms, how could he continue arranging formations? His future, once bright, was now shrouded in darkness.

His body shook with fury and determination. Desperation was starting to seep into his thoughts. He couldn't let it end like this. There had to be something more.

Suddenly, Guo Chengping's eyes gleamed with a wicked idea. His gaze locked on the regenerated right arms of Mr. Wei and Mr. Qiao.

"They must have some way to regenerate their arms," he said cryptically to Horne, knowing his true meaning would be clear. "This heaven-defying technique—imagine what we could do with it."

Horne's eyes sharpened, interest piqued. Guo Chengping pressed on, "These old men were in the early stages of the Creation Realm and now, only hours later, they can crush me with one move. The secret lies in their right arms."

A moment of silence passed as Horne sized up Mr. Wei and Mr. Qiao. His mind raced. If the Su family could get their hands on such a technique, it would be a game-changer. However, Mr. Jiang and Jiang Zhan had already positioned themselves between the Su family and the two old men.

With Horn's quiet approval, Mr. Wei and Mr. Qiao sent a message via sound transmission to Mr. Jiang and the others, explaining the secret technique Horn had imparted to them: Shuanglong Swallowing Heaven.

When Mr. Jiang and the rest learned that Horn could not only teach them such a powerful technique but also make them understand it instantly, they found themselves in awe of him. They realized they had been severely underestimating him.

Su Wu, on the other hand, was still lost in his rage. "Trash!" he spat, glaring at Horn. "I'll ask you one last time, do you dare fight me?"

Horne, observing his grandson's fury, recognized that if Su Wu didn't settle this score, it could haunt him forever, creating a mental block. "Quick fight, quick decision," he ordered, granting Su Wu the opportunity to confront Horn.

Horn met Su Wu's rage-filled eyes with cold indifference. "Why wouldn't I dare?"

He stepped forward calmly, as if the weight of the world had no bearing on him.

Su Yan remained silent, knowing that when it came to Su Wu, nothing else mattered. Su Wu was the family's future, and his needs always took precedence.

Even Guo Chengping, eager to get what he wanted, remained patient. He knew better than to interfere with Su Wu's importance to the family.

Su Wu's aura surged, a powerful burst of energy from the late stage of the Sky Control Realm. "You're just a puppet for the Jiang family!" he shouted. "They're using you to manipulate us, to make us suspicious! But you, Horn, are nothing but a worm at the early stage of the Sea Transformation Realm. How could you even hope to stand against me?"

The sneer that twisted Su Wu's face deepened. "You'll be on your knees, begging for mercy soon enough."

As Horn stood unflinchingly, Su Wu's childhood memories resurfaced—the countless times he'd stepped on Horn, the skinny boy who had lost his immortal bones. Su Wu felt nothing but contempt.

"This time," Horn said, his voice sharp as ice, "I will reclaim what is mine."

Furious, Su Wu roared, "Trash, shut up!"

With a sudden movement, Su Wu charged at Horn, releasing his Black Flame Cage, a Rank Five combat skill that shot out rolling black flames from the ground beneath Horn's feet, trapping him.

The heat was unbearable. Even those nearby with lower cultivation levels had to back away to avoid being scorched. Jiang Zhan gasped, recognizing the skill's potency. "That's the Rank Five combat skill, Black Flame Cage! It's said that those trapped inside suffer unimaginable agony as the flames consume them."

Su Wu, smirking, taunted Horn from outside the cage. "How does it feel, cousin? Do you enjoy being burned alive?"

But before he could continue, a figure emerged from the flames.

Horn stepped out of the inferno, unscathed. He stretched leisurely, like someone waking from a nap, and said with a smirk, "The heat was disappointing. Barely warmed me up."

The crowd was stunned. Su Wu's face twisted with disbelief, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open. Horn's calm demeanor mocked him, as if to say, Is that all you've got?

Jiang Feng, watching in amazement, turned to his sister and said with a laugh, "He looks like a monkey in the circus after a failed trick."

Jiang Wan nodded solemnly, "He really does."