My Ares Son-in-Law

Chapter 4961 Targeted
  Although Xiao Chen has powerful Xing Jue's support behind him, no one else can help him in this arena.

"Thank you both for your kindness, the game has begun!"

Xiao Chen didn't explain, he jumped into the air and jumped onto the stage.

Wu Ming and Jian Qingyun also went up together.

The three of them represent the God of War Alliance. Today they are going to show the strength and majesty of the God of War Alliance. How could they give up?

"Stand by the edge of the ring later. If you lose, you two will jump down first. Someone will protect you."

Xiao Chen lowered his voice and said.

"Ok!"

Wu Ming nodded. Unexpectedly, the man who once needed her protection has now completely grown into a man who can protect her.

"I must protect you, even if I die!"

Jian Qingyun shook his head and said, this was the order given to him by Jian Zu.

"Don't be so stubborn. I have the sword intention and sword talisman given by the Sword Ancestor. Even if those losers join forces, I will not be afraid. Protect yourself. You are just helping me. Don't distract me."

Xiao Chen shook his head and said.

"Okay, I will protect myself. I hope you will not be in danger, otherwise I will definitely fulfill my promise to my father."

Jian Qingyun nodded.

"alright."

Xiao Chen stopped persuading.

These people have no idea how powerful he is now.

Although on the surface he is just a top-level real person, his actual combat power is at least comparable to that of an entry-level king, not counting the power of Sword Ancestor and Feng Bo.

Not counting the sword talisman and the sword intention of the sword ancestor.

What is he afraid of?

Of course, others don't know what he knows. Now, neither others nor his own people think he can win.

"That's all. If he is really in danger, I will protect him even if he breaks the rules!" Murong Ge gritted his teeth and returned to the referee's seat.

Yao Bing Shen also made the same decision.

His life was given by Xiao Chen.

What's more, his father Yao Wudi almost died in the hands of Yao Wudian, also with the help of Xiao Chen and Tu Shengzhe.

He cannot be ungrateful.

For Xiao Chen, he would rather betray the clan.

Not to mention the Mo clan, if Xiao Chen is really in danger, he will no longer hide his relationship with Xiao Chen.

"Okay, three minutes are up, everyone comes on stage and the battle begins!"

Yang Yong looked at the time and then said loudly.

There was a loud bang, like thunder coming, and the entire arena was instantly submerged in smoke and dust.

The fog and dust cleared away, revealing a messy battlefield.

The sky-shattering shouts, the clash of weapons, the sound of falling to the ground, and the wild laughter of victory were like a passionate symphony, playing in this vast arena.

The melee in the ring is a carnival of strength and skills, a contest of blood and glory.

Brave warriors, they wave the weapons in their hands, either calmly and thickly, or with agility and elegance.

Every move, every attack is full of determination and unyielding. They are using their lives to interpret what it means to be brave and fearless, and what it means to be righteous.

In the flying dust, a big man was seen wielding a huge battle ax, as thick as a mountain. He was like a wild tiger, rampaging and unstoppable.

Every time the battle ax was swung, there was a strong wind that tore apart the surrounding air. His figure loomed in the dust, like a god of war, leaving a deep mark on this battlefield with his fearless attitude.

On the other side, a young man in brocade clothes was entangled with a man in black. His muscular figure moved quickly around the man in black, like a nimble snake. He held a slender soft sword tightly in his hands, the tip of the sword flashing with cold light. Every time he swung his sword, a silver sword light cut through the air, forcing the man in black back.

His eyes were firm and resolute, as if in this melee, he was a fearless warrior, and no matter what difficulties he faced, he could not back down.

The person holding the ax should be "Zhan Shan" who once ranked second on the Guhai Genius List. Like Yang Yong, he is a member of the Zhan clan.

The person who wielded the soft sword was "Xia Xueyi", a member of the Xia clan who ranked second among the twelve ancient clans.

In this melee, there were many other heroic warriors.

Some of them wielded spears, like a furious dragon writhing on the battlefield; some held short swords and daggers, dexterously shuttled among the crowd; some used their energy to control darts and hidden weapons, launching attacks from a long distance.

Everyone is interpreting the passion and glory of the martial arts world in their own way.

The entire arena was enveloped in a strong atmosphere. It was the atmosphere of battle, the breath of hard work.

Every warrior is fighting for his own honor and fighting for his own beliefs. Their sweat, blood, shouts, and the sound of weapons clashing together weave together a vivid and vivid picture.

In this melee, no one is weak and no one will give up easily. Every warrior has his own belief and courage, and they have left a deep mark on this battlefield.

Every attack, every defense, and every victory they make are the most precious memories in this ancient sea.

Generally speaking, killing is not allowed in such competitions, so although there will be blood and injuries, no one will die.

Anyone who commits suicide without authorization will not only be disqualified, but will also be beheaded on the spot.

This is the rule.

However, there was an exception to today's melee.

That is the battle between the God of War Alliance and the Wei Clan, and it can be killing!
  It can kill people!

There was a melee going on around them, but in a corner of the arena, Xiao Chen and the others were already surrounded.

There are more than 500 people from the Wei tribe participating in the competition.

And among these people, the weakest are all at the eighth level of the psychic realm.

This is the strength of the Wei Clan, one of the twelve ancient tribes.

Once upon a time, when Xiao Chen first came to Guhai, people said that the Holy Prison Group was comparable to the weaker ones of the Twelve Ancient Clan.

Therefore, after Xiao Chen destroyed the Holy Prison Group, he actually looked down upon the Twelve Ancient Clan and thought it was nothing more than that.

But the more he learned about it, the more he understood that the rumors were not credible.

The Holy Prison Group may not be that strong.

The Twelve Ancient Clan may not be that weak.

What's more, there are such existences as ANBU.

Fortunately, those who came to participate in the Heroes Meeting were all members of the Ming Dynasty.

These people, headed by Yin Wenxiu, were full of great hatred for Xiao Chen and the others.

The people around him were smart enough not to interfere. They were all fighting on their own, and it seemed like it had become a small, isolated space in the ring.

"Xiao Chen, I think you'd better ask your master to come out, otherwise you will have no chance of survival today!"

Yin Wenxiu looked at Xiao Chen coldly and said sarcastically.

"My master? That's not necessary. I am enough today!"

Xiao Chen said lightly.

"Okay, if that's the case, let me help you!"

Yin Wenxiu stopped talking nonsense, although he really wanted to use Xiao Chen to lure the Saint Slaughter out and then kill him.

But now is obviously not the time.

(End of this chapter)