My Ares Son-in-Law

The cigarette that was about to burn out seemed to be his last connection with the world, allowing him to maintain a rare clarity and calmness in this chaos.

The thugs' attacks rained down like raindrops; sticks and swords intertwined in the air to form a web of death, but Xiao Chen seemed to be a bystander and did not even attempt to dodge.

This scene made the thugs furious. They had never seen such an arrogant person who dared to despise their power.

After a brief moment of shock, the thugs roared and rushed towards Xiao Chen again. Their movements became more violent and their attacks became more intensive. Sticks and swords collided in the air with a harsh sound, and each blow seemed to tear the air apart. The whole scene was filled with violence and blood.

Next, the air was filled with the roar of violent collisions between sticks and swords. The sound was deafening and echoed all around, like a sledgehammer hitting a solid wall. Every impact was accompanied by a heart-pounding tremor.

However, in this deafening clamor, Xiao Chen's figure was like a quiet island, standing in the center of the storm, unmoved. The cigarette in his hand burned slowly, and the smoke rose up, forming a sharp contrast with the chaos around him, as if time had slowed down for him.

The attacks of those thugs seemed extremely ferocious, but in fact they were like hitting an invisible barrier.

Their sticks and swords seemed to be blocked by an invisible force when they were one foot away from Xiao Chen's body, and could not move forward any further. What's worse, the sticks in their hands could not withstand the recoil force and broke one after another, with fragments flying all over the ground.

At this moment of tense confrontation, suddenly, a figure was thrown out like a kite with a broken string, drawing a thrilling arc.

The man's body twisted violently in mid-air, and the blood gushing out of his mouth was like a blooming red flower, instantly staining his clothes and the sight of the people around him. All this was caused by the protective Qi surging in Xiao Chen's body. The Qi was like a raging sea, instantly shattering the man's bones and internal organs. The degree of tragedy was shocking.

"Ah..." The man screamed, sharp and shrill, like an animal being slaughtered, full of despair and fear.

The cry echoed in the air, gradually dissipated, and finally only a dead silence remained. The man's body fell to the ground without any sound, and he was obviously dead, becoming the first victim of this violent conflict.

There was no hesitation or mercy in Xiao Chen's eyes. He had made up his mind that he would not hold back today. This group of people not only intended to take his life, but also wanted to torture him to death with cruel means. Such vicious hearts were truly scum in the world.

He didn't want these scumbags to exist in the world he was protecting, because that would make him feel uncomfortable. He wanted to protect those who respected him, at least not these scumbags. Therefore, from the moment this group of people decided to take action, their fate was doomed - to face the judgment of the god of death.

As Xiao Chen's mind moved, the protective Qi surged out like a tide, surrounding him and forming an invisible barrier. This barrier was both a protection and a judgment. With an almost cold precision, it shook away every enemy that tried to approach.

Although those thugs were fierce and ferocious, they were as fragile as ants in front of Xiao Chen's absolute strength. They were hit by the tremendous power of the body-protecting true qi, and their bodies seemed to be bombarded by invisible giant hammers. They instantly lost their balance and flew high like a kite with a broken string, and then fell heavily to the ground. Every collision was accompanied by a dull sound, which was the tragic moment when the flesh came into contact with the ground. And every landing meant the end of a life.

These thugs had lost all their vitality and energy the moment they fell to the ground. Their eyes were filled with disbelief and fear, as if they had not realized until the last moment what a terrifying existence they were facing.

Xiao Chen stood still, not moving an inch, and defeated the group of people one by one with only the natural recoil force of his body-protecting true qi. There was no expression on his face, only a deep sense of responsibility for the world and a ruthless judgment on the evil forces.

He knew that the reason why these people were so vulnerable was not because his power was too strong, but because the evil and greed in their hearts had long corroded their bodies and souls, making them so fragile and unbearable.

Standing next to the young man who was filming with his mobile phone, the middle-aged man who had been watching coldly suddenly moved like lightning and silently pulled out a horizontal sword from his waist. The blade was long and narrow, shining with cold light, and exuded an extraordinary aura.

His body exploded almost at the same moment, like a cheetah pouncing on its prey, instantly crossing a distance of several meters and getting right in front of Xiao Chen. His speed was so fast that it was astonishing.

The sword in the middle-aged man's hand drew a bright blade light as he swung his arm. It was so fast that it was almost beyond the capture limit of the naked eye. It seemed that even the air was split by the sword, making a slight hissing sound, which echoed with the faint thunder in the distance, adding a thrilling atmosphere.

This knife was not only incredibly fast, but also contained a terrifying power, which was even more powerful than the combined force of the previous group of thugs. Wherever the knife passed, the surrounding air seemed to be compressed and distorted, releasing bursts of fierce murderous aura that made people shudder.

However, facing this sudden and powerful attack, Xiao Chen's expression remained calm, without any panic or tension.

He knew very well that although this middle-aged man could be considered a master in martial arts, he had not yet reached the threshold of condensing dragon veins. To someone like him, he was still just an ant-like existence and was not worth mentioning.

Therefore, Xiao Chen did not take the knife seriously. It can even be said that he did not even blink.

He stood there like an unshakable mountain, allowing the sharp blade to approach without any dodging or resistance, as if he had expected all this, or he simply didn't bother to deal with it.

Xiao Chen's mouth curled up into a contemptuous smile, which was full of ridicule and indifference towards the middle-aged man's presumption. He was still smoking leisurely, and in the smoke, his eyes seemed to penetrate the swords and shadows in front of him and reach the heart of the middle-aged man.

He said calmly, "Seeing you act so arrogantly, I thought you were so powerful, but it turns out you are just a silver-plated spear head. Such means are just a show of skill in front of a real strong man, and you dare to show it off. It's really ridiculous." (End of this chapter)