My Ares Son-in-Law

For a martial artist, their arms are their life, their weapons in battle, and the foundation upon which they demonstrate their martial arts skills.

Losing the arm that can use a knife and a palm is a thousand times more painful than being killed!
This is like a bird losing its wings and being unable to soar in the sky; or a fish losing its tail and being unable to swim freely in the water.

He felt that his life had fallen into endless darkness and the future was bleak.

What kind of monster is this kid?!
Lu Haoxuan was filled with shock and confusion.

Although he had only recently entered the Tongtian Realm and was still a novice on the path of martial arts, he was aware of the strength of experts in the Tongtian Realm.

But Uncle Wang is a master who has already entered the Tongtian Realm for many years. His experience and strength are far superior to mine.

The two of them joined forces, thinking they could easily subdue this strange kid, but reality proved to be far more cruel.

Not only did he fail to harm his opponent in the slightest, but the opponent also used one of his hands to counterattack, crippling his arm!

Is this guy even human?!

This is simply a demon from hell, the most terrifying being in the world!

When did such a terrifying fiend appear in this ancient city?!
This question kept flashing through Lu Haoxuan's mind.

He had lived in this ancient city for so many years and thought he knew everything about it, yet he had never heard of such a person.

Xiao Chen's sudden appearance was like a meteor streaking across the sky, shattering the ancient city's tranquility and all his preconceived notions.

Endless fear, like an icy tide, instantly overwhelmed Lu Haoxuan's heart.

He had only one thought in his mind—escape!
Escape at all costs!
Escape this horrible place, escape this devilish man.

He turned to run away, but his legs became unresponsive to fear, and every step was incredibly difficult.

"Young master! This old servant will hold him off! You run!"

"As long as he gets to the auction hall, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he will never dare to make a move again!"

Just then, Wang Bo's eyes widened as if they were about to burst out of their sockets.

His face was filled with determination and tragedy as he roared and unleashed his full cultivation.

Its aura was as fierce as a mad tiger, as if it wanted to unleash all its power at this moment.

He pounced on Xiao Chen like a mad tiger, his clothes fluttering wildly in the wind, and his hair becoming disheveled.

His hands waved in the air, creating gusts of sharp palm wind, trying to buy Lu Haoxuan a chance to survive!
Even if this glimmer of hope is as faint as a ray of dawn in the darkness, he will do everything in his power to grasp it.

At this moment, Lu Haoxuan no longer cared about the demeanor and face he usually maintained, nor about the reserve and pride of a young master from a wealthy family; all of that was thrown to the winds.

His face was ashen, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, soaking his clothes.

At this moment, he could only use his remaining left hand to tightly cover his severed arm, trying to slow down the gushing blood, but the warm blood continued to seep out from between his fingers, staining his palm and sleeves red.

He staggered, his body swaying from blood loss and excruciating pain, like a leaf adrift in a storm. But the will to survive burned like a raging fire, propelling him as he stumbled and desperately ran towards the light at the alley's entrance!
Every step he took felt like a race against death. He had only one thought in his mind: escape and survive!
This intense survival instinct unleashed the hidden power within his body, allowing him to move faster than he usually could, like a black lightning bolt darting through the alley.

Xiao Chen looked at Uncle Wang rushing towards him, his eyes as calm as a bottomless, icy pool, without the slightest ripple.

His gaze seemed to pierce through Wang Bo's crazed exterior, revealing the fear and despair deep within his heart.

He didn't even look at Lu Haoxuan, who was desperately trying to escape, as if Lu Haoxuan's life or death was insignificant to him.

He simply slapped out with his palm, the movement relaxed and natural, as if he were shooing away an annoying fly.

"Oh!"

This seemingly casual palm strike contained terrifying power, like a surging tide, directly sending the crazed Uncle Wang flying backward.

Wang Bo's body traced an arc in the air before crashing heavily to the ground, gushing blood from his mouth like a fountain.

His body was convulsing uncontrollably, his eyes filled with resentment and fear. He tried to struggle to his feet, but found that he had lost all his strength.

Immediately, Xiao Chen lightly hooked and flicked her toes on the ground, her movements light and elegant, as if she were performing a graceful dance.

The blood-stained dagger on the ground seemed to come alive, emitting a soft hum, like an excited shout for the upcoming battle.

Immediately afterwards, the short sword shot out!

It transformed into a cold glint that was difficult to detect with the naked eye, instantly tearing through the air and emitting a sharp whistling sound, as if the scythe of death was being wielded.

"Pfft——!"

The dull thud of a sharp blade piercing flesh rang out, sounding particularly jarring in the quiet alley.

As Lu Haoxuan was running wildly, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his right leg, as if countless steel needles were piercing his leg at the same time, causing all the muscles in his body to tense up instantly.

A tremendous force propelled his body forward, his hands flailing wildly in the air as he tried to maintain his balance, but he ultimately crashed heavily to the ground!
He looked down and saw that the short knife had completely pierced through his thigh, the tip of the knife protruding from the other side of his thigh, and even driving the remaining force into the ground, pinning him firmly there!
His right leg was covered in blood, and the flesh at the wound was torn and rolled up, a horrifying sight.

"Ahhh!"

The intense pain caused him to let out a bloodcurdling scream, a sound so shrill and desperate that it echoed through the alley, as if it were an angry protest against the injustice of fate.

His body twisted and turned, his hands desperately trying to pull out the dagger, but the dagger wouldn't budge, as if it had become one with his body.

His eyes were filled with fear and despair; he knew he was doomed this time.

With an indifferent expression, Xiao Chen walked slowly to Uncle Wang, who was now lying on the ground unable to move, having been severely injured by his palm strike.

Every step he took seemed to be stepping on Wang Bo's already shattered hopes.

Uncle Wang lay on the ground, his body convulsing from his severe injuries. A trace of blood still clung to the corner of his mouth, and his face was deathly pale, devoid of any color.

His eyes were wide open, filled with despair and pleading. His gaze seemed to be telling Xiao Chen of his regret, or making a final struggle, begging Xiao Chen to spare his life. (End of Chapter)