My Ares Son-in-Law

Qiu Dao turned around abruptly, his eyes fixed on the figure lying on the ground not far away - a man with a crew cut.

The man with a short haircut, his second brother, who had gone through the world with him and sworn brother to him, was now killed in such a tragic way in front of him.

This scene was like a bolt from the blue, and Qiu Dao was completely unable to accept it. His heart was torn as if by a knife, and he wished he were dead.

With trembling hands, he wanted to rush forward, but his steps seemed to be restrained by an invisible force. He could only watch as the once vibrant life lay there quietly, without a sound or a breath.

In Qiu Dao's eyes, besides fear and anxiety, there was also some anger, but more of it was a deep fear of Xiao Chen. He had never seen such a powerful and ruthless opponent, and every move of Xiao Chen revealed a deadly threat, which made people shudder.

Although the crew cut was not as brave and invincible as Qiu Dao, he was also one of the best fighters in their small circle. However, such a master was killed by Xiao Chen in one move, which was really unacceptable.

Qiu Dao's heart was filled with shock and despair. He seemed to have seen his future fate. Just like the crew cut, he fell in front of this cold-blooded and ruthless enemy without any ability to fight back.

"Go together!"

This roar was like the beating of a war drum, stirring Qiu Dao's heart and shaking every nerve in his body.

He hadn't recovered from this sudden change yet, but people around him couldn't hold back anymore. Their grief and indignation turned into actions, and they shouted and rushed towards Xiao Chen like a tide.

"Revenge for my second brother!"

This cry, with endless anger and determination, seemed to pour out all the resentment and pain.

There was a hint of hesitation and struggle in Qiu Dao's eyes. He knew Xiao Chen's strength very well, and such an impulse would only bring greater disaster. But at this moment, his reason seemed to have been devoured by the flames of hatred. He could only watch and pray in his heart.

"stop it now!"

Qiu Dao finally reacted. He realized the terrible consequences that were about to happen and shouted hurriedly, with a hint of pleading and despair in his voice.

However, his cries fell on deaf ears and the scene was in chaos. Those who were blinded by anger no longer listened to any dissuasion and rushed towards Xiao Chen in a swarm, as if they wanted to eat him alive.

Qiu Dao's heart was in his throat. He tried to shout again, hoping someone would calm down, but it was too late.

Just as he tried to speak again, the scene before him made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. The dozen or so people who were at the front fell to the ground one after another as if they were hit by an invisible hammer, without a single struggle or sound.

No one left alive.

Their bodies were twisted, with fear and unwillingness on their faces. They died miserably, yet extremely quickly. They didn't even scream, and everything happened in the blink of an eye, as if even time was frozen by this sudden killing.

Qiu Dao was trembling all over. It was a fear that surged from the bottom of his heart. He felt that his bones were shaking, as if even standing was a luxury. His eyes were empty as he looked at the scene in front of him, and his heart was filled with powerlessness and despair.

thump!
Finally, because he was too scared, he actually knelt on the ground. The sound of his knees hitting the ground was particularly harsh in the dead silence.

He clenched his hands into fists, his nails dug deep into his palms, but he didn't feel any pain. At this moment, he seemed to have lost all his courage and strength, leaving only endless fear and trembling. At this time, Xiao Chen walked over slowly, and every step was like stepping on Qiu Dao's tense nerves, making his fear and determination intertwined more intensely.

Qiu Dao was trembling, and every cell in his body was telling of the fear of death, but on the other hand, a gleam of determination flashed in his eyes. It was a struggle against fate and an adherence to brotherhood.

He knew very well that facing a strong man like Xiao Chen, his chances of survival were almost zero.

But even so, even if his heart was filled with fear, he had to use this last chance to deal Xiao Chen a fatal blow, even if it was just to make the other party pay a little price and seek a little justice for his dead brother.

As Xiao Chen's footsteps gradually approached, Qiu Dao's heartbeat accelerated, almost jumping out of his chest.

He could feel the cold sweat on his forehead and his limbs slightly stiff due to nervousness. But at this critical moment, he forced himself to stay calm and focused all his attention on the dagger in his hand.

When Xiao Chen was less than one meter away from Qiu Dao, the distance was close enough for Qiu Dao to smell the faint smell of blood on the other person.

He took a deep breath, as if to absorb all the courage into his body, then casually pulled out a sharp dagger, and like a gust of wind, with a sound of breaking through the air, stabbed at Xiao Chen's waist swiftly and accurately.

I have to say, this Qiu Dao is quite capable.

In the desperate situation, he burst out with amazing speed and strength. If this attack fell on an ordinary warrior, even if he was at the same level as Qiu Dao, it would be impossible for him to avoid it so easily.

The dagger drew a silver trail in the air, flashing a cold light, as if it was going to tear apart all obstacles in its way.

However, the person he met was Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen just looked at Qiu Dao's desperate and powerful attack with contempt, as if it was just a trivial trick. His eyes revealed an extraordinary calmness and confidence, as if he had already seen through Qiu Dao's every move and intention.

Then, Xiao Chen raised his foot directly, his movements were smooth and graceful, yet contained amazing power. His leg cut through the air like lightning, and kicked Qiu Dao's wrist with lightning speed.

Click!

The crisp sound of broken bones rang out instantly, like the crisp sound of branches breaking in winter, making people's hearts tighten.

Qiu Dao's wrist seemed to be crushed by an invisible force under Xiao Chen's attack. The dagger slipped out of his hand, drew an arc, and finally stabbed deeply into the wall. The handle was still trembling slightly.

Xiao Chen's movements were too fast. He was the last to start, but he was able to arrive first because his speed had reached an incredible level. In his eyes, Qiu Dao's seemingly swift movements were just slow motions at this moment. Every detail was clearly visible and there was no threat at all.

Without waiting for Qiu Dao to recover from the pain of his broken wrist, Xiao Chen kicked him again. This time, his goal was Qiu Dao's waist. Xiao Chen did not use much strength in this kick, perhaps not even 10%, after all, the opponent was too weak, and 10% of strength was enough to kick him into pieces.

He just kicked casually, it looked light, but the actual force was terrifying. (End of this chapter)