My Ares Son-in-Law

The body that had collapsed to the ground was like a lump of mud, all traces of its previous arrogance and ferocity gone.

The entire process, from the elevator doors slowly opening to the scorpion falling dead, took only a breath.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, yet it also seemed to be flying by.

Xiao Chen's movements were clean and swift, without the slightest hesitation. Every movement was precise and deadly.

The four guards were stunned by the sudden and horrific scene, their weapons falling from their hands, their eyes filled with fear and shock, as if they had witnessed the most terrible thing in the world.

The remaining three guards, relying on their superior numbers, harbored a sense of complacency and arrogance.

However, the terrifying, efficient, and extremely cruel fighting style before them was like a heavy hammer, shattering all their courage and composure.

Before they could even fully draw their weapons, their hands gripping the gun handles began to tremble uncontrollably, as if they were holding a hot potato rather than a weapon.

A tremendous fear, like a surging tide, instantly gripped their hearts, making their breathing rapid and heavy, and their legs involuntarily weaken, almost causing them to lose their balance.

In this life-or-death moment, their minds went blank, and they felt the breath of death following them closely, tightly enveloping them.

Xiao Chen's gaze, like the scythe of death, was cold and merciless, and slowly swept over them.

His gaze held a chilling majesty and murderous intent, as if a single glance from him would plunge one into an endless abyss.

Under that gaze, the three guards felt their souls freeze, their bodies stiff as puppets, unable to move.

There was no roaring, no howling.

Xiao Chen's fighting style is simple and ruthless; only the simplest and most efficient death awaits them.

In this silent and oppressive atmosphere, time seemed to stand still, and every second felt incredibly long.

Suddenly, Xiao Chen moved!

His movements were as fast as lightning, leaving a faint afterimage in his place, while his true form had already slipped between the three like a ghost.

His speed was so fast that the three guards had no time to react and could only watch helplessly as he descended like the Grim Reaper.

Xiao Chen's left hand was held together with fingers like a knife, and a faint vortex of air was visible around the fingertips.

The cyclone shimmered with a deep blue light, as if it contained boundless energy.

His arm, like a drawn sword, pierced a guard's temple with lightning speed!
A soft "plop" sound was heard, like a water bag being punctured, and the sound was particularly jarring in the silent passage.

The guard's roar was choked in his throat, unable to make a sound. His eyes were wide open, filled with fear and despair. His body stiffened and fell to the ground, lifeless.

At the same time, Xiao Chen flicked his right finger, and an invisible burst of energy shot out.

The energy, carrying a sharp whistling sound, pierced through the second guard's forehead in an instant, like a bullet!
Only a small blood hole remained, from which red and white substances slowly seeped out and flowed down his cheek.

The guard remained in the position of drawing his gun, his eyes wide open, as if he couldn't believe he was dead. He fell straight backward and crashed heavily to the ground with a "bang".

The remaining guard, witnessing the horrific scene before him, was filled with extreme fear.

His legs buckled, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud, the weapon in his hand falling to the ground with a crisp sound. He desperately kowtowed, begging for mercy, his forehead hitting the ground, blood streaming down his face, mumbling incoherently:

"Spare me! Spare me..."

However, there was no pity in Xiao Chen's eyes, and his steps did not falter. He continued walking towards the guard, and a new death was about to befall him...

The third guard was driven to the brink of madness by the continuous bloodshed before him. Under the immense threat of death, he finally mustered all his strength to pull out the pistol tucked into his waistband.

The pistol gleamed with a cold metallic luster under the light, but in his hand, it felt like a burning hot stick, causing his fingers to tremble uncontrollably.

His mind was in complete chaos, and fear overwhelmed him like a tidal wave. He didn't even have time to aim; he just instinctively pulled his finger frantically at the trigger, trying to use the stray bullets to buy himself a chance at survival.

Bullets whistled through the air, sparks flying against the walls of the passage, but they posed no threat to Xiao Chen whatsoever.

In the blink of an eye, Xiao Chen's figure teleported like a ghost, instantly appearing in front of him!
The speed was beyond imagination, as if he had always been standing there, or as if he had suddenly descended from another time and space.

The guard only felt a blur before his eyes, and before he could react, a foot stomped down with tremendous force, like a battle axe!

"boom!!!"

A dull thud exploded in the passageway, like a heavy hammer striking people's hearts.

The guard's right hand, which was holding the gun, along with the steel pistol, was shattered to pieces by that kick!
Blood and flesh flew everywhere, metal parts scattered and mixed with blood, deeply embedded in the metal floor, leaving a shocking mark.

The guard let out a scream that was not human, a sharp and mournful sound, as if it were a wail from hell.

His body was contorted in agony, his face etched with endless fear and despair.

However, Xiao Chen's attacks did not stop there.

His hand was like an iron clamp, instantly gripping the guard's throat and lifting him off the ground!
The guard's legs kicked in vain in the air, like two little birds trapped in a net, struggling but unable to break free from the invisible restraints.

His eyeballs bulged out of their sockets as he suffocated, and veins on his face stood out, with blood vessels writhing like earthworms, making him look extremely terrifying.

Xiao Chen coldly looked at his face, which was contorted with fear and pain, without a trace of pity or hesitation in his eyes, as if the struggling life in front of him was nothing more than an insignificant ant.

He suddenly exerted force in his arm, a force so great it seemed he could crush the entire world.

"Crack!"

The crisp sound of a broken neck bone piercing the silent passage was particularly jarring; it was the final echo in this passage.

The voice was like the pronouncement of death, announcing the end of the guardianship of life.

The guard's body was thrown to the ground like a tattered sack, limbs outstretched, motionless, with only the slowly flowing blood proving that he had once existed.

The passageway reeked of a strong, nauseating stench of blood.

Xiao Chen stood there quietly, his gaze sweeping over everything around him, as if declaring that he had completely taken control of this area. (End of Chapter)