My Ares Son-in-Law

His aura was powerful and steady, like a towering mountain, making it impossible to ignore his presence.

"Ma Yuanchao!" Ma Kuang's face turned cold instantly when he saw this man, and a trace of fear and uneasiness flashed in his eyes. He didn't expect that after so many years, Ma Yuanchao still found him, and he looked more powerful than before.

"You are really good at chasing. You actually chased him from the Holy Land of the Western Regions to this secular sea. Are you alone?" Ma Kuang asked. There was a slight tremor in his voice, and he was obviously a little nervous.

He knew Ma Yuanchao's strength very well. If he had help, he would be in big trouble. He scanned the crowd, trying to find Ma Yuanchao's companions, but after looking around, he did not find any trace of other people.

He couldn't help but feel relieved. After all, Ma Yuanchao alone was enough to give him a headache. If there were others, he would have no choice but to escape.

"It's just me!" Ma Yuanchao said coldly. His voice was like the cold wind in an ice cellar, making people shudder. His eyes revealed an indescribable firmness and confidence, as if he alone was enough to deal with the crisis at hand.

"Hahahaha!" Hearing this, Ma Kuang laughed loudly. There was a bit of sarcasm and pride in his laughter.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked Ma Yuanchao up and down, as if he wanted to engrave every inch of the other's skin in his heart.

"Ma Yuanchao, the eldest son of the Ma family in the Western Region Holy Land, is a first-class genius. Unfortunately, he is too stupid. I will die here today. I will kill you first and then do other things."

Ma Kuang's words were full of venom and murderous intent, and his eyes were as cold as a venomous snake, as if he would pounce on his prey at any time. He seemed to have seen the moment when Ma Yuanchao fell under his knife, and his heart was filled with pleasure and satisfaction.

However, in the face of Ma Kuang's ridicule and provocation, Ma Yuanchao just smiled faintly.

There was no panic or fear in his eyes, but rather a firm and calm look. "Do you think you can beat me?" he asked, his voice calm and powerful, as if he was stating an indisputable fact.

"You either commit suicide or I kill you myself. Choose one." Ma Yuanchao continued, his tone full of unquestionable dominance and determination. He seemed to be ready. No matter what Ma Kuang chose, he would go all out and fight to the end.

Hearing this, the Western Region Wuji Sword Horse Maniac laughed again, his laughter was filled with a bit of contempt and disdain. "I admit that you are a great genius of the Western Region Holy Land, and you are amazing, but you underestimate my Western Region Wuji Sword! It's a pity that the eldest son of the Ma family of the Western Region Holy Land will die here today."

Ma Kuang's words were full of confidence and arrogance, and his eyes flashed with cruelty and bloodthirstiness. He seemed to have seen victory in sight, and his heart was filled with pride and satisfaction.

He, a man from the Western Regions who was extremely skilled in swordsmanship and horsemanship, killed people like crazy, and the blood on his hands was enough to form a river.

His name was well-known on the hunting orders of disciples from all major sects, like the brightest star in the night sky, except that the light of this star was the color of blood and death.

However, he was like a ghost, repeatedly walking on the edge of life and death, and relying on his extraordinary wit and ruthless means, he escaped from the enemy's encirclement time and time again.

But even such an experienced killer almost fell into a big trap last time. He was so unlucky that he met Ma Yuanchao, who was hailed as a genius among geniuses.

The opponent was of similar age and realm, but his Western Region swordsmanship was extremely sharp, and every strike seemed to be able to split the void and kill him completely. That battle was thrilling, the two of them fought back and forth, the flashes of swords and shadows intertwined a web of death. Relying on his experience of licking blood on the edge of a knife, Ma Kuang struggled frantically on the edge of life and death, and every counterattack was like a beast fighting for his life, rushing towards the enemy regardless of everything.

Although Ma Yuanchao is young, he has superb swordsmanship, and his moves reveal an indescribable calmness and confidence, as if he had already put life and death aside.

However, Ma Yuanchao, who had little experience in the martial arts world, ultimately underestimated Ma Kuang's cunning and viciousness.

At the most dangerous moment, Ma Kuang suddenly burst out with an amazing strength, and counterattacked frantically like a wounded beast, with a completely desperate posture.

Ma Yuanchao was caught off guard and was forced to retreat repeatedly by this desperate attack.

He originally wanted to slowly wear down Ma Kuang, but unexpectedly, the opponent caught his weakness.

In the end, the cunning Ma Kuang took advantage of this momentum and managed to escape from Ma Yuanchao's sword. Although Ma Kuang was seriously injured in that battle, he deeply remembered the name Ma Yuanchao and the strength that made him feel fear and awe.

Therefore, when Ma Yuanchao followed him all the way, coming from the horizon like a flame of revenge, and appeared in Tianhai, the Western Region Wuji Swordsman did not feel the slightest fear. On the contrary, a grim smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, a smile that was a mixture of confidence and madness.

With the experience of the last fight, he understood Ma Yuanchao's moves and style better, and was also more aware of his own strengths and weaknesses.

He believed that if he was given another chance, he would be able to defeat this genius among geniuses and engrave his name forever in the history of the world.

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Ma Yuanchao looked at Ma Kuang indifferently. His eyes were like a deep cold pond, without the slightest warmth.

"Since you are so stubborn, don't blame me for being ruthless," he said in a deep and firm voice, each word carrying a powerful force. "I let you escape last time, but you can't escape this time. I will kill you today!"

Upon hearing this, Ma Kuang sneered, his smile full of contempt and defiance for death. "Hey, Ma Yuanchao, who do you think you are? What can you decide?" His words were full of arrogance and unruliness, as if he didn't care at all about the upcoming life-and-death duel.

However, at this moment, the eyes of the Western Region Wuji Dao Ma Kuang suddenly became fierce, and he stared at Ma Yuanchao's back, as if there was something hidden there that he valued extremely. There was a flash of panic and uneasiness in his eyes, which was extremely rare for a killer like him.

Seeing this, Ma Yuanchao couldn't help but feel doubtful. He quickly turned his head to try to find the target that Ma Kuang was looking at. However, the moment he turned his head, Ma Kuang's face suddenly changed, as if he saw something that terrified him.

"Boy, you are still a little naive." The Western Region Wujidao laughed triumphantly, and his laughter was full of cunning and conspiracy. His thick right hand suddenly stood up, and blood was swirling on it, as if it was entangled with endless murderous intent.

He gathered all his strength and slashed at Ma Yuanchao who turned his head. This palm was both his killing move and his trick. (End of this chapter)