My Ares Son-in-Law

Xiao Chen's lips curled into a cold smile, a soft snort escaping his nose, his tone full of disdain: "What is he? Does he think he's worthy of my fawning?"

Upon hearing this, He Haiyue's heart skipped a beat, and she almost reflexively covered Xiao Chen's mouth with her hand.

Situ Xiong had eyes and ears everywhere. If he heard these words, Xiao Chen would truly be courting death!
Suppressing her panic, she said urgently, "And you must also be careful of Lin Zhenghao. The Lin family is a century-old martial arts family in the western region, with unfathomable strength. If you can gain his favor and make his acquaintance, even just a promise to protect you would be enough to deter even Yang Nantian from easily harming you!"

He Haiyue wanted to give a few more words of advice when a deep bell suddenly rang out from above the life-and-death stage, making everyone's eardrums vibrate!

Situ Xiong's authoritative voice echoed throughout the martial arts arena, clearly reaching everyone's ears: "Xiao Chen, Yang Nantian, step onto the stage immediately!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Nantian lightly touched the ground with his toes, his figure gracefully gliding across like flowing clouds, and landed steadily on the ten-foot-high arena, his blue robe drawing a neat arc in the air.

A deafening roar of cheers erupted from the audience, rising and falling in waves.

"Master Yang is mighty!"

"Master Yang, you must kill this arrogant brat today and rid the ancient city's martial arts world of this cancer!"

Immediately afterward, Xiao Chen slowly stepped onto the stone steps of the Life and Death Arena. His movements were slow, yet carried an inexplicable composure, a stark contrast to Yang Nantian's graceful movements.

In an instant, the cheers ceased abruptly, replaced by a tidal wave of boos, mixed with countless merciless taunts:
"This piece of trash dares to challenge Master Yang? It's unbelievable!"

"I think he just wanted to make a name for himself before he died. Being able to spar with Master Yang, even if he died on stage, would still be considered 'glorious'!"

"Hahaha, trading your life for a joke? This is the first time I've ever seen such a death wish!"

As the crowd continued its uproar and the jeers grew increasingly shrill, Lin Zhenghao sat on the referee's bench, his cold gaze sweeping across the entire arena like a sharp sword. His deep voice carried an undeniable killing intent: "Enough with the noise! ​​Anyone who dares to utter another word will be executed on the spot!"

The oppressive aura emanating from the martial arts family instantly enveloped the entire arena, and the noisy crowd fell completely silent as if their throats had been choked, not daring to even breathe.

Lin Zhenghao stood up, took out two yellowed death contracts from his pocket, and handed them to Xiao Chen and Yang Nantian: "On the death platform, life and death are left to fate. In principle, it should be stopped when the matter is settled, but if there are any injuries or deaths, the families of both parties shall not hold any further grudges, and this matter shall be concluded." His voice was calm and steady, without the slightest ripple.

"Thank you for your trouble, Lord Lin. You've worked hard." Yang Nantian immediately bowed and greeted him with a fawning smile and eyes full of flattery.

Lin Zhenghao didn't even lift his eyelids, only glancing indifferently at Xiao Chen's expressionless face—his eyes were as calm as a deep pool, showing no sign of tension. He sighed softly, said nothing more, and turned to walk back to the referee's table.

The next moment, the second bell rang out suddenly, long and urgent!

The life-or-death duel has officially begun!
Yang Nantian abruptly looked up, staring intently at Xiao Chen, his eyes bloodshot, rage almost bursting from his pupils: "How did my beloved disciples offend you to make you so ruthless, cutting off their path to martial arts!" Xiao Chen slowly raised his head, his indifferent gaze sweeping over Yang Nantian, his tone calm yet carrying a chilling coldness: "They courted their own death. Perfect, today I will kill you as well. From now on, the Yang family of Gucheng will be history."

Upon hearing this, Yang Nantian was stunned for a moment, then burst into wild laughter, and everyone in the audience roared with laughter, their laughter full of sarcasm.

This was clearly a match with an absurdly large disparity in strength, yet Xiao Chen still dared to spout nonsense about killing Yang Nantian. This guy must still be half asleep!
He Haiyue stood below the stage, watching the figure on it, shook her head helplessly, and murmured, "This Xiao Chen, even on the verge of death, is still spouting such big talk."

Yang Nantian's smile froze instantly, his body temperature plummeted, and a chilling killing intent burst forth: "Fine! What an arrogant brat! Let me see if you have the ability! I want to see what kind of ignorant little bastard dares to worship that loser, the War God King, and even adopt the same name as him!"

Before he could finish speaking, Yang Nantian made his move!

His eyes flashed with a cold light, and in an instant, the energy around his body surged like a whirlwind. A pale blue inner force swirled around him, and his powerful aura was released without reservation, causing those with lower cultivation levels below the stage to involuntarily take two steps back.

Amazing power!

"Ten years have passed, and Master Yang's cultivation has improved once again! The sheer power of his opening stance is terrifying! This brat is doomed to die today!"

Some people in the audience felt the oppressive atmosphere and couldn't help but sigh.

Xiao Chen felt the powerful aura, raised his eyebrows slightly, and curled his lips slightly—Yang Nantian's strength was even greater than he had expected.

"Die!"

Yang Nantian roared, his fist carrying a whistling wind, its momentum as powerful as thunder, aimed straight at Xiao Chen's face! The speed was so fast that it gave Xiao Chen almost no time to react.

He knew that Xiao Chen was ruthless and decisive, so he wanted to kill him with one blow from the start, without giving him any chance to breathe!
The fists rained down like a storm, each punch from Yang Nantian carrying a heart-shaking power, even stirring up all the dust on the life-or-death arena, filling the air and adding to the fierceness of the attack.

The momentum is like a rainbow!

Just as the fist, brimming with terrifying power, was about to strike Xiao Chen, Xiao Chen narrowed his eyes slightly and nimbly shifted to the side like a willow catkin, barely avoiding the fatal punch. The wind from the punch grazed the hem of his clothes and struck the bluestone platform behind him, producing a dull thud.

Yang Nantian's anger intensified. He changed his steps quickly, his figure following like a ghost, and threw another punch, this time with even greater force than before!
However, Xiao Chen's movements were incredibly strange. Each time, he could easily evade his attacks at the last second, making it seem as if he was toying with him.

The initially enthusiastic cheers from the audience gradually subsided, and everyone's eyes were filled with deep surprise.

Yang Nantian was defeated by this kid, but he couldn't kill him with a single blow? Instead, he was led around by the nose like a dog being walked?
"You piece of trash! If you've got the guts, don't hide! Do you dare to fight me head-on!" Yang Nantian was furious, his face contorted with rage, and the veins on his forehead were clearly visible!
Xiao Chen's movements were far too unpredictable; he couldn't even touch the hem of the other's clothes. This sense of powerlessness filled him with unprecedented frustration and anger. (End of Chapter)