My Ares Son-in-Law

Sophie's posture is elegant, like a dancing butterfly in spring. She gently raises her hand, and her fingertips are like lively elves, ruffling the hair by her ears. Her eyes are shining with excitement and admiration, and her whole body exudes a unique and charming aura.

"Mr. Xiao, you are really a hidden talent..." She opened her red lips slightly, her voice soft and gentle, like the breeze in spring, with a hint of charm, and she sighed secretly in her heart.

She found again and again that her worries about Xiao Chen were always unnecessary. This man seemed like a treasure that could never be exhausted. He could always show his powerful strength that stunned her at critical moments, and every time he could bring her new shock and surprise.

Perhaps, there is really no need to worry today, she thought to herself. Even if the famous and powerful Haidong Grand Tutor Cai Lin himself was standing here, as long as Xiao Chen was by her side, she felt that she had the courage and strength to fight the whole world, and she no longer felt the slightest fear in her heart.

"You...what kind of evil magic is this?" The tattooed man finally came to his senses and felt a surge of blood in his chest, as if there was a flame burning.

He reached out a trembling hand and touched his aching chest. His face turned pale and blue. He pretended to be calm and shouted in a stern voice. However, the slightly trembling voice still mercilessly exposed his inner fear and panic.

Xiao Chen looked indifferent, like an immortal who was detached from the world. He glanced at the tattooed man calmly. His eyes were icy cold, as if he was looking at an insignificant ant, revealing endless contempt and disdain. Then, he slowly lowered his eyes and stared at his palm quietly, his heart calm.

This palm strike was just his most common means of attack. It was not even the most basic martial arts. It was purely based on his own deep and powerful strength.

In his opinion, the main reason was that the opponent was too weak and the difference in strength was too great, which made it difficult to arouse his desire to fight. However, the powerful thrust of this ordinary attack really satisfied Xiao Chen.

The tattooed man looked at Xiao Chen who ignored his question. His face covered with hideous tattoos trembled uncontrollably. His eyes were full of ferocity and his teeth were chattering as if he wanted to bite the air into pieces.

The rage in his heart was like raging magma, instantly breaking through the dam of reason. Filled with resentment, he once again rushed towards Xiao Chen like an enraged beast. With every step he took, the ground seemed unable to withstand his anger and trembled slightly.

Xiao Chenping's outstretched palm remained stretched out, without any sign of closing. He squinted his eyes, flashing coldly like cold stars in the night sky, staring closely at the tattooed man who was getting closer and closer with an aggressive look.

The corners of his mouth slowly curled up into a cold arc, and in that smile, there was both disdain for his opponent and confidence in controlling the overall situation, as if the tattooed man in front of him was just a plaything in his palm.

Just as the tattooed man was about to rush forward, Xiao Chen's outstretched right hand suddenly clenched as if being pulled by an invisible force. In an instant, it was as if a black hole opened in the palm of his hand, and a fierce and unparalleled suction force shot out with overwhelming force.

Xiao Chen opened his thin lips and uttered two words: "Come here!" His voice was low but powerful, like a call from the Nine Nether Hell.

When the tattooed man saw Xiao Chen making another move, he had an ominous premonition in his heart, and subconsciously grasped the ground with his feet, as if this would protect him from the unknown danger. However, before he could react, the expected push did not come, and an irresistible suction force, like a pair of invisible hands, threw him forward.

His body instantly lost balance, uncontrollably drew an arc in the air, and crashed straight into Xiao Chen, who had an inexplicable smile on his lips. Although he was pulled out of control by the strange suction, the tattooed man suddenly felt a little happy when he saw Xiao Chen getting closer and closer to him, and couldn't help but smile. He smiled grimly, and that smile looked particularly terrifying against the backdrop of the hideous tattoo.

The energy was like a surging tide, madly gathering on his fist, and every bit of it seemed to contain deadly danger.

"Venomous snake fangs!" The tattooed man let out a deafening roar, his voice full of madness and determination. His fist instantly transformed into a strange claw, with a twisted shape and nails as sharp as knives, like the fangs of a venomous snake.

A sharp force of air, like the howling of ghosts and wolves, sounded low in the air, carrying a terrifying momentum, and then fell heavily on Xiao Chen's head.

Looking at this ferocious posture, if Xiao Chen was hit by this blow, his head would probably explode instantly, and he would be fatally injured. It was obvious that from the beginning, this tattooed man had no intention of leaving Xiao Chen any chance to survive, and only wanted to put him to death.

Xiao Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, keenly feeling the sharp and powerful energy coming towards him, as if countless steel needles were scratching his skin.

He exhaled slowly, his breath was steady and long, not affected by the danger in front of him at all. At this critical moment, the route of the immortal power in his body suddenly changed like a nimble dragon. In an instant, his left hand was like a black lightning, and suddenly blasted out with a palm.

As the low shout in his heart fell, a violent thrust burst out from Xiao Chen's palm again, like a volcano erupting, with magma overflowing.

"Bang!" The air seemed to be squeezed by a giant hand, rippling slightly, and circles of visible ripples spread out in all directions. An invisible counter-thrust, like a cannonball, hit the tattooed man who was rushing towards him.

The two powerful opposing forces attacked each other, as if they were going to tear the tattooed man's body apart. In an instant, the tattooed man's face turned pale and bloodless, as if all the vitality had been drained away.

"Pfft."

In the fierce battle between these two opposing forces, Xiao Chen's thrust finally prevailed. After a moment of stalemate, the tattooed man was like a kite with a broken string, and was directly knocked to the ground by the powerful thrust.

His body left a long mark on the hard floor, and after more than ten meters, he slowly stopped. At the same time, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth miserably, leaving a glaring blood line in the air, as if it was a cruel footnote to this fierce battle.

Xiao Chen put his hands in his trouser pockets, leaning his body slightly, tilting his head slightly, looking down from a high position, his eyes as if they were real, staring straight at the tattooed man in the distance who was lying on the ground like a puddle of mud. (End of this chapter)