My Ares Son-in-Law

But soon, Jin Xianchu regained his arrogant look and roared in anger: "What are you all standing there for? Take action! The longer the night, the more dreams you have. Something unexpected might happen! I don't want to give this guy any chance to resist!" His voice was full of anxiety and anger, as if he was urging his men to act quickly and put Xiao Chen to death.

As Jin Xianchu's murderous voice fell in the night sky, Jiao Heng, the president of the Black Hawk Club, who had been standing there confronting Xiao Chen, suddenly attacked like a dormant beast. His figure was as fast as lightning, as if it had merged with the darkness, and in the blink of an eye he was in front of Xiao Chen.

His eyes revealed ferocity and determination. He raised his right fist high, and then smashed it hard on Xiao Chen's head with the force of thunder.

This punch condensed the strength of his years of practice. The wind from the fist whistled and the energy exploded. The surrounding air seemed unable to withstand this powerful force and emitted a sharp wail, as if wailing for the upcoming tragic collision.

Xiao Chen still looked calm, as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with him. The cigarette in his mouth was burning steadily, and he didn't even plan to put it down. Facing Jiao Heng's fierce punch, he just raised his right hand and slapped Jiao Heng's fist lightly.

This palm seemed casual, without much strength, as if he was just driving away an annoying mosquito. In fact, he had other plans in mind. He just wanted to tease these people and learn their skills at the same time.

Even though these people were weaker than him in his eyes, the world of martial arts was broad and profound, and each technique and fighting skill had its own uniqueness and merits. Since he was not in a hurry to solve the current situation, he would just have some fun first, and by fighting with the other party, he could enrich his fighting skills and experience and make further progress on the road of martial arts.

"Bang!" A dull sound of energy collision sounded in the yard like a thunder. Jiao Heng only felt an unimaginable force coming from Xiao Chen's palm, like a surging tide, instantly submerging his fist.

His body flew backwards uncontrollably, as if he was pushed hard by an invisible hand.

He felt his blood surging in his body, as if it was about to burst through his throat and gush out. His arms were numb and lost all feeling, as if they were not his own. His body fell heavily to the ground, and the blue bricks on the ground cracked instantly under this powerful impact, making a crisp sound.

Jiao Heng took three steps back, leaving deep footprints on the ground with each step, and the concrete floor beneath his feet also broke into pieces under his trampling. His face turned pale, and he looked at Xiao Chen with horror in his eyes.

His heart was filled with doubt and fear. He was not sure whether the other party had used his full strength, but the power of this palm was so terrifying that it could easily repel him, the president of the Black Hawk Society.

In his opinion, his cultivation at the peak of the Dragon Pill Realm was already considered top-notch, but in front of Xiao Chen, he was like a weak child, unable to fight back. He couldn't help but start to wonder what kind of terrifying strength this seemingly young man in front of him had.

"Jiao Heng, you haven't eaten? Look at me!" A voice with a bit of disdain and provocation sounded beside Jiao Heng. Another middle-aged man, wearing a tight martial arts uniform, with knotted muscles and a slightly rough face, was cursing at this moment. Before he finished speaking, he had already pounced on Xiao Chen who was standing not far away like an enraged beast. Xiao Chen still stood there, motionless, with a cigarette leisurely hanging in his mouth. In the smoke, his eyes seemed particularly arrogant, a kind of arrogance that looked down on everything in front of him. Such an attitude made the anger in the middle-aged man's heart burn instantly, and he was very unhappy.

Although he is not the Black Hawk Club's president Jiao Heng, he is also well-known in East City and is a well-known martial arts master. Every time he makes a move, it is a transaction worth tens of thousands of low-grade spirit stones. Whether in terms of strength or status, he is definitely not an ordinary person.

However, today, he was looked down upon by the boy in front of him. This was undoubtedly a great insult to him. The dissatisfaction in his heart surged like a tide, making it almost impossible for him to contain his anger.

As he approached Xiao Chen, the ruthlessness in his eyes became more intense, as if he wanted to eat Xiao Chen alive. He kicked out fiercely, and this kick was fierce and sharp, with a whistling sound, pointing directly at Xiao Chen's neck.

If this kick hit him, Xiao Chen would probably become a paralyzed cripple on the spot. The force and speed were enough to demonstrate his strength as a martial arts master.

However, facing this fatal blow, Xiao Chen still looked on calmly, his eyes were as calm as if he was watching a boring circus performance, without the slightest ripple. He seemed to have seen through the opponent's moves and knew everything about it.

When the opponent was less than a foot away from him, Xiao Chen finally made his move. His movements seemed casual, but in fact they contained amazing power. He just clapped his hands, and his palm seemed to turn into a mountain, hitting the opponent's leg heavily.

"Bang!" A loud noise sounded, and the palm hit the opponent's leg. The middle-aged man seemed to have received a huge thrust, and flew out like a cannonball. His body drew an arc in the air, and then with a bang, it crashed into a nearby garden wall. In the flying dust, his figure looked particularly embarrassed.

When Jiao Heng saw this scene, a sarcastic smile appeared on his face. He shook his head and said softly: "Haha, King of Divine Legs, I don't think you are that good, so why are you mocking me?" His tone was full of sarcasm and disdain, as if he had already expected everything that happened in front of him.

Wei Wentong, the second-in-command of the Black Hawk Club, had always been confident in his own judgment. However, at this moment, he sat there, dumbfounded, with an expression of disbelief in his eyes. His mouth was slightly open, as if an egg could fit in it. The scene before him was beyond his expectations.

Jiao Heng and the Godly Leg King were both the top fighters in East City. Wei Wentong knew their strengths very well. Whether it was Jiao Heng's ruthless tactics or the Godly Leg King's sharp kicking skills, they were both terrifying. However, facing Xiao Chen at this moment, they couldn't gain any advantage at all. How could Wei Wentong not be shocked?
Not only did he fail to gain an advantage, he even suffered a loss. The attacks of Jiao Heng and the God Leg King seemed like child's play in front of Xiao Chen, and he easily resolved them. On the other hand, Xiao Chen inadvertently caused the two to suffer minor injuries. (End of this chapter)