MMORPG: War God, You are Invincible Again
Chapter 250 - 9: Breakthrough by Moonlight

Chapter 250: Chapter 9: Breakthrough by Moonlight

"Father, I think that kid’s skills are nothing special, why would you let someone like him attend the Seven Nations Martial Tournament? Isn’t that a disgrace to our Qingxiao City?" The Young City Lord slammed the door and walked into the study, his face full of dissatisfaction: "I don’t want to be on a team with such trash in the tournament."

"Yihang, you are mistaken; I have no intention of letting you participate in this tournament," the City Lord of Qingxiao City said, sitting at his desk, opening the scroll before him, seemingly perusing something.

"What?" Qing Yihang was somewhat surprised: "If not me, who will you send? Apart from my late brother Ye Lu, who else in the whole Qingxiao City is my match?"

"But you cannot die," the City Lord of Qingxiao City glanced at the furious Qing Yihang: "You are my son, the future successor of the City Lord’s position, how can you die in such a place?"

"The Seven Nations Martial Tournament, a top-notch feast of Ambra, whoever comes out alive from there will be Ambra’s Heavenly Pride, isn’t that honor far greater than the mere position of a City Lord?"

Confronted with Qing Yihang’s questioning, the City Lord of Qingxiao City just gave a cold laugh: "It seems that sending you away for three years was of no use at all, you still have the same immature look."

"Father?!" Qing Yihang grew even angrier: "I don’t care, I want to participate in the Seven Nations Martial Tournament, and if you drive that trash out of the city, I’ll go and kill him myself!"

"Silence!" the City Lord of Qingxiao City shouted loudly, and the surging Magic Power pressed down on Qing Yihang like a mountain, rendering him unable to move.

"Have I been too lenient with you these past few years, for you to forget how to speak to me?"

"Father... I..." The City Lord of Qingxiao City rarely got angry, but when he did, even the face of the King of the state of Cang was not spared, Qing Yihang knew his father very well, and knew that any further stubborn resistance would not end well: "I’m sorry to have disappointed you."

Seeing his son relent, the City Lord of Qingxiao City’s expression softened a bit, and he withdrew his Magic Power: "Stand up to speak."

"Yes." Qing Yihang quickly got up, standing respectfully by the desk, a stark contrast to his earlier arrogance.

"Ye Lu died due to his own kindness, and I don’t want you to die for foolish glory. Moreover, you are now the strongest Second Transition warrior in my Qingxiao City, there are too many wars that Qingxiao City needs you to win, so you cannot participate in the tournament. Do you understand my meaning?" The City Lord of Qingxiao City stared intently into his son’s eyes, as if trying to see something clearly.

If Qing Yihang didn’t understand by this point, those thirty-plus years of his life would have been in vain.

On one knee, Qing Yihang said solemnly, "As a loyal subject and son, Qing Yihang, I am willing to devote everything to Qingxiao City, including my life."

The City Lord of Qingxiao City laid a hand on his son’s head and said, "You don’t need to sacrifice everything because this city will eventually be yours."

"Follow my arrangements with peace of mind. For this Seven Nations Martial Tournament, apart from that outsider, I will not send anyone else. You will be my sharp sword to conquer neighboring cities. Secure this legacy well, for someday you will control it!" With those words, the City Lord of Qingxiao City closed the scroll and strode away.

"Your son bids you farewell, Father." Qing Yihang’s mouth curled into a slight smile, this rash test finally brought results. Second Brother, Second Brother, no matter how well you handle the city’s affairs, in the end, who inherits the great business is still up to Father, right?

Qing Yihang’s secret delight did not escape Qing Xiao’s discerning eyes, who shook his head slightly: "Still quite mischievous."

Kado finally led Lu Hong to the courtyard where he would be staying—it was indeed luxurious, with male and female servants and everything one could need.

"The one just now was our City Lord’s son, named Qing Yihang, second only in strength to our late brother Ye Lu. If you can fight him to a draw, you are definitely qualified for the Seven Nations Martial Tournament." Kado pondered for a moment and couldn’t help but ask: "Just now... that wasn’t your true strength, was it?"

Lu Hong smiled faintly: "What do you think?"

It certainly wasn’t. Kado became even more certain that the terrifying blood light was the true trump card of the man with the mask before him.

"Can you keep this secret?" Lu Hong asked tentatively: "Let it be our little secret."

"I’m afraid I cannot comply. If the City Lord asks, I will have to tell the truth," Kado didn’t pay any heed to Lu Hong, and he even planned to report the matter to the City Lord right away.

"You see, the matter of helping you get rid of the Disaster Church was replaced by the tournament, and the City Lord didn’t even sign a contract with me. Wouldn’t your brothers have died in vain?" Lu Hong chuckled: "If you keep my secret, I promise to fulfill our agreement after the tournament ends."

"This..." Kado hesitated; indeed, faced with the lives of his own men, the City Lord was more concerned about the tournament.

"Just keeping a simple secret, it won’t cause any damage to Qingxiao City," Lu Hong persuaded, and finally, Barton agreed and said, "Then you must sign a contract with me right now, promising that once the martial meeting is over, you will definitely help me eliminate the Disaster Church."

"Agreed."

Before long, Barton made a round trip and bought back the contract specially used for making a pact.

Seeing the fading light on the contract eased Barton’s expression, no longer stiff.

"Not a bad idea, little brother," Ancestor Dragon expressed approval and affirmation of Lu Hong’s intention to hide his strength.

"Of course." After receiving Barton’s promise of secrecy, Lu Hong felt much more relaxed; at least, he had a better chance of survival when someone came after him.

As Barton took his leave, Lu Hong sent away the serving maids and sat alone in the courtyard, quietly meditating.

Since the great war in the northern borders, Lu Hong had stopped being as idle as before, replacing sleep with meditation every night; he even found it more effective than slumber, feeling spirited the next day.

It was through these two years of hard work that he advanced from a junior First Transition warrior to a Second Transition Level 1 Great War Master.

This pace of cultivation wasn’t inferior to any prodigy—it even surpassed them all.

Lei Tong was right, if he had started meditating earlier, everything would have been completely different.

Under meditation, Spiritual Energy from heaven and earth continuously gathered towards Lu Hong. Once inhaled into his body, it was converted into Pure Steel Battle Energy by the unique method of meditation, enhancing his cultivation.

A few days ago, his meditation brought him to the bottleneck of Second Transition Level 1, and the absorption and conversion of Spiritual Energy had almost dropped to zero.

I need to break through, I need to break through!

Lu Hong pondered the experiences learned from sparring with Barton, as well as the battles he fought after entering Umbra, feeling something inside him slightly loosen.

At that moment, a beam of moonlight shone down, illuminating Lu Hong, making him appear bright and transparent.

The City Lord of Qingxiao City stood under the moonlight, filled with curiosity as he watched the man before him breaking through, "It’s truly astonishing. At mere Second Transition Level 1, you managed to tie with Qing Yihang. What kind of power fostered such a prodigy in you? And why were you assigned the near-suicidal mission of assassinating an elf on your own?"

Soon after, a powerful surge of Battle Energy erupted and was then concealed so quickly that one might think it an illusion if not paying attention.

"Wow, you’ve broken through?" Qingxiao City Lord waved his hand slightly to disperse the moonlight gathered around and then disappeared.

"Little brother, did you know someone was aiding your breakthrough just now?" Ancestor Dragon within Lu Hong saw it clearly, "It was that City Lord. He used the moonlight to help you loosen up the bottleneck."

"He’s probably trying to help me increase my chances of winning the martial meeting, right?" Lu Hong guessed, but whatever the reason, he owed someone a favor.

"I think this old fellow is not simple. Although he doesn’t know about the strength of your concealed vital energy, he definitely senses something. His current goodwill doesn’t mean there’s no malice. You better be careful, little brother," Ancestor Dragon cautioned before curling up and drifting off to sleep at Lu Hong’s heart.

Sigh~

Lu Hong took a deep breath, slowly stood up, and now, as a Second Transition Level 2, he could hold his own against the Young City Lord named Qing Yihang without being at a disadvantage.

As for who would ultimately win, they would have to fight to find out.

Having succeeded in his breakthrough, it was time to continue meditating. The target of Second Transition Level 3 was still waiting for him.

Once both his professions had broken through to the Third Transition in the future, the world would be huge, and perhaps only the Tower Master level secret technique practitioners would not be his match.