My Ares Son-in-Law

Warhammer's face was ferocious, his eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on his forehead were bulging, making him look like a crazed demon.

This "Mountain-Splitting Leg" is his trump card, a technique that embodies the explosive power of his entire body and is the result of years of hard work and practice.

He once used this kick to shatter a hardwood stake as thick as a bowl. Under this kick, the hardwood stake was as fragile as a matchstick.

At this moment, he was absolutely confident that with this kick, even if the opponent didn't die, he would definitely break his bones and be completely crippled, so that he would no longer be able to pose a threat to him.

Xiao Chen's well-defined lips seemed to twitch slightly upwards, so subtly that it was almost imperceptible. Without careful observation, one would surely mistake it for an optical illusion caused by the light.

But this subtle movement was like a sharp dagger, piercing straight into Warhammer's heart, as if mocking his overestimation of his abilities, making the anger in Warhammer's heart burn even more fiercely, while at the same time a faint sense of unease rose.

Just as the powerful, thunderous whip kick was about to strike Xiao Chen's shoulder like a heavy hammer, his left hand, which had been hanging by his side and was spotless and untouched by blood, suddenly shot out like a venomous snake that had been lurking in the darkness for a long time!

The movement was faster than anyone could imagine. The five fingers were like hooks, so sharp they seemed to tear the air apart, leaving only a blurry afterimage. Before anyone could react, the hand had precisely gripped Warhammer's ankle!
"Oh!"

A dull, loud sound exploded in the silent council chamber, like a heavy object slamming into a thick drum, making everyone's eardrums ache.

That whip kick, containing hundreds of pounds of immense force, enough to split stone and shatter monuments, carrying the explosive power and fury of the entire warhammer, was actually caught steadily in mid-air by that seemingly fair, slender, and powerless hand!
The violent impact was like a surging tide crashing against a sturdy dam, or like a clay ox entering the sea, instantly vanishing without a trace, leaving not a ripple.

The ferocious expression on Warhammer's face froze instantly, as if he had been frozen in place by a spell. His distorted features were fixed in that moment, replaced by boundless horror!

His eyes were wide open like copper bells, his pupils contracting sharply with extreme fear, as if he were witnessing the most terrifying sight in the world.

His body trembled uncontrollably, cold sweat instantly soaked his back, and only one thought screamed in his mind:
His mountain-splitting kick... was actually caught so easily by the other party?!
How can this be? ! !

This Mountain-Splitting Leg technique was his masterpiece honed over many years, the foundation upon which he stood in the martial world. It had enabled him to turn defeat into victory countless times in life-or-death battles, utterly defeating his enemies.

But now, this seemingly frail young man has so easily defeated him. How can he accept this?
However, the situation on the battlefield changes rapidly, leaving him no time to think!

Xiao Chen's five fingers gripping the ankle tightened suddenly, as if they were five steel clamps, trying to crush Warhammer's ankle.

An overwhelming and terrifying power erupted instantly, like a raging volcano erupting or a rushing river bursting its banks, unstoppable.

Xiao Chen let out a low shout, a deep and powerful sound, as if it came from the depths of hell.

He swung his arm down sharply, the movement clean and swift, without the slightest hesitation.

Warhammer felt an irresistible force surging from his ankles like a raging torrent.

The force was fierce and domineering, instantly penetrating his entire body, leaving him no time to resist.

His entire body was lifted up like a tattered sack by this terrifying force, tracing a twisted and tragic arc through the air.

"boom!!!"

A deafening roar erupted in the deathly silent council chamber, as if a thunderbolt from the heavens had struck the small space. The warhammer's massive, imposing body, which usually instilled fear in countless people, was now slammed solidly and without any frills onto the hard, iron-like granite floor.

The granite floor, normally incredibly hard and capable of withstanding immense pressure, was actually slightly dented by the force of the warhammer as it slammed down with all its might.

The immense impact was like an invisible hammer, slamming into the warhammer's internal organs, making him feel as if his internal organs had been churned into a tangled mess and instantly displaced.

He felt a sweet taste in his throat, and blood gushed from his mouth like a burst dam, splashing onto the cold floor.

Stars were flashing before his eyes, and countless shimmering points of light were flying wildly in front of him, making it impossible for him to see anything around him.

At that moment, all the bones in his body seemed to have turned into fragile glass, countless of them broken. Every joint was throbbing with excruciating pain, as if countless tiny knives were simultaneously cutting into his body.

But this is not over yet!
Fate seemed determined not to let this once arrogant villain off easily.

Just as his consciousness was fading and his body was wracked with excruciating pain, rendering him unable to move, as if he were in an endless abyss of darkness, helplessly awaiting death, Xiao Chen's cold figure appeared above him like a ghost.

Xiao Chen raised his right foot high like a battle axe, the movement swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

His eyes were icy cold, as if he were looking not at a living person, but at an insignificant ant.

With immense force, his right foot slammed down mercilessly onto the warhammer's chest!
This kick contained all of Xiao Chen's strength and anger, as if it wanted to crush all the evil in the world.

"Pfft... Sizzle...!"

The clear sound of bones cracking and the dull thud of flesh being squeezed mingled together, like a wail from hell, sending chills down one's spine.

The blood that spewed from Warhammer's mouth was no longer fresh blood, but blood foam mixed with shattered internal organs, and the blood foam also contained strands of white tissue, which was shocking to see.

His eyes bulged out, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets, filled with fear and despair.

His body convulsed violently a few times, like a fish thrown ashore, making its last struggle.

Then, he completely collapsed and fell silent, lying on the floor like a lump of mud, his death extremely gruesome.

The entire council chamber fell into an even more deathly, suffocating silence than before.

The silence felt like an invisible pressure, making everyone present feel suffocated.

Even the sound of breathing completely disappeared, as if time itself had frozen at that moment. Everyone was deeply shocked by the bloody and cruel scene before them, their minds blank, unable to recover for a long time.

Because no one could believe that the prestige they had always been so proud of had been completely shattered by the person before them. (End of Chapter)