My Ares Son-in-Law

A hint of anger flashed across the middle-aged man's face, but more of it was the unwillingness and determination after being looked down upon.

He did not choose to refute verbally, but proved his strength with actions. The horizontal sword in his hand drew a series of brilliant trajectories in the air, like leaves falling in the wind, or waves in the raging sea, one after another, and each sword contained his desire for victory and provocation to Xiao Chen.

However, Xiao Chen seemed to be out of the matter. He did not move at all. He just stood there quietly, allowing the middle-aged man's knife light to surround him.

His body-protecting Qi was like an invisible barrier, dissolving those seemingly fierce attacks one by one. Every time the middle-aged man slashed at the body-protecting Qi, it made a dull sound, but failed to leave the slightest mark on the barrier.

As time went on, the middle-aged man's offensive gradually became less and less effective. Although his swordsmanship was still sharp, it could no longer conceal his fatigue.

On the other hand, Xiao Chen still maintained his calm attitude, as if this battle was just a meaningless game to him. In his eyes, in addition to contempt, there was also a bit of pity for the middle-aged man who overestimated his own abilities.

The air around was unusually heavy because of this silent contest, and every onlooker's heart was filled with shock and awe.

They knew very well that the strength displayed by Xiao Chen was far beyond their imagination. Although the middle-aged man had outstanding attainments in swordsmanship, he seemed so small and powerless in front of Xiao Chen.

Click!

The sunlight sprinkled dappled on the battlefield, and at that moment, time seemed to be frozen in the air.

The long sword, which seemed to be made of fine steel and had been tempered thousands of times, broke in the middle like a fragile paper after enduring immeasurable force. The broken edge flashed with a cold metallic luster, reflecting the astonished faces of the people around.

A barely perceptible smile appeared on Xiao Chen's lips. In that smile, there was both indifference towards victory and disdain for his opponent's strength.

He slowly stretched out his finger and flicked it lightly. The broken blade seemed to be given life. With a sharp aura, it cut through the air, made a sharp whistle, and went straight towards the middle-aged man.

puff!
The blade pierced the middle-aged man's throat accurately, and blood gushed out instantly, staining his clothes red and splashing on the surrounding land, forming shocking blood flowers.

The middle-aged man's body shook violently, and then he fell weakly to the ground, his eyes wide open, staring straight at the blue sky, his eyes full of disbelief and deep despair, as if even his breathing had stopped at this moment, and the fire of life was gradually extinguished.

All around, there was dead silence, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind and the occasional bird song in the distance, which further highlighted the desolation and tragedy of the scene.

Xiao Chen's eyes lightly swept over the middle-aged man lying on the ground, and finally stopped on the young man holding a mobile phone and with a face as pale as paper.

His eyes revealed a hint of sarcasm and provocation, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a meaningful smile: "Seeing that you were so comfortable shooting just now, how about, don't you plan to show your 'strength' yourself?" The young man's hands trembled slightly, and the phone almost slipped from his palm. His face turned from pale to blue, and then to ashen. It was obvious that he was deeply hurt by Xiao Chen's words.

He knew that Xiao Chen's strength was far beyond his reach, but after witnessing all this, the shock and fear in his heart were beyond words. The air around him seemed to be heavier, oppressing him so much that he could hardly breathe.

Under the blazing sun, the duel was particularly dazzling and tense. The faces of the ordinary fighters watching were full of disdain and indifference. They might be used to suppressing others with force, but they had never seen the true essence of martial arts.

However, hidden behind this group of rugged figures is a specially invited outlaw fighter. He is dressed in tight clothes, stands tall, his eyes flashing with desire and confidence for battle. Although he has failed to condense the power of dragon veins, his superb swordsmanship is enough to inspire awe.

This man was born into a martial arts family with a long history. He had been associated with swords since childhood, and every drop of his sweat was poured into the gleaming sword in his hand.

His sharp knife was like lightning in a storm, swift and fierce, and like a butterfly flying among flowers in spring, light and precise.

According to rumors, his knife skills have reached perfection. Even a dense curtain of water cannot stop his sharpness. With one swing of the knife, everything gives way. What is even more amazing is that he can accurately cut eight long and thin wounds on a human body in a flash. His skills are so superb that they are breathtaking.

In the Tianhai area, his name was synonymous with fear and legend. Many powerful people came to him and asked him to solve those difficult competitors. And he never let anyone down. He completed every task neatly and never failed, as if he was the invincible sword god of that era.

However, in front of such a seemingly invincible strong man, Xiao Chen, a seemingly ordinary but hidden young man, easily sent this invincible swordsman into eternal darkness with just a slender finger.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and the air was filled with a breath of disbelief and shock. The look in the eyes of the knifeman gradually changed from disbelief to despair, and finally to dead silence. The knife skills that he once took pride in seemed so pale and powerless at this moment.

The young man's body trembled, and his knees suddenly touched the ground with a dull sound. It seemed particularly clean and neat, without any drag. His face was full of fear and pleading, and the sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks and dripped into the dust, and was instantly absorbed without a trace.

"Brother, I... I'm just an errand boy, and everything is arranged by the higher-ups. Whatever you want to know, I will tell you everything I know. I only ask that you can show mercy and give me a way out." The young man's voice trembled slightly, with a hint of tears in his voice, and his eyes were full of fear and pleading for an unknown fate.

Xiao Chen stood in front of him, his eyes were sharp, and the corners of his mouth were raised with a hint of sarcasm. He slowly said: "You are quite good at judging the situation. Since you are so sensible, then tell me, what happened today?"

Upon hearing this, the young man Wang Xiaodao nodded quickly, fearing that a little delay would lead to more serious consequences.

He took a deep breath, tried to calm his inner panic, and began to speak: "My name is Wang Xiaodao, and I am a small fry in Dadao Company. Dadao Company is a regular labor service company on the surface, undertaking various construction projects and has a good reputation." (End of this chapter)