My Ares Son-in-Law

He Yongnian then pulled out a soft sword from his sleeve. The blade gleamed with a cold, eerie blue light, and as it sliced ​​through the air, it carried a faint, almost imperceptible, fishy smell, clearly indicating that it had been coated with a deadly poison that would kill on contact with blood.

If negotiations fail, then we have no choice but to fight to the death!
The two attacked Xiao Chen from the left and right, their attacks surging like a tidal wave. Palm winds and sword energy intertwined to form an impenetrable net, even shattering the surrounding ice crystals. At this moment, they unleashed all their hidden skills, daring not to hold back even the slightest bit.

Xiao Chen stood still, his toes lightly touching the carpet. His figure suddenly became ghostly and elusive, appearing right in front of them one second before suddenly appearing in the gap between their attacks. His true energy circulated rapidly, and the moisture in the air instantly condensed into countless tiny ice crystals, reflecting an eerie cold light under the moonlight, enveloping him in a thin layer of icy mist.

"Little tricks."

Xiao Chen snorted coldly, his right hand forming a sword-like gesture, drawing an arc in the air towards Shen Shi's palm strike. In an instant, a transparent wall of energy appeared out of thin air, colliding with the palm strike with a "bang." Shen Shi felt a sharp pain in his palm, his palm force completely dissipated as if hitting cotton, and he was even pushed back two steps by the recoil of the energy wall.

At the same time, Xiao Chen suddenly stretched out his left hand, his five fingers forming a claw, and grabbed straight at the tip of He Yongnian's sword!

"You're courting death!" A wild joy flashed in He Yongnian's eyes. His "Nether Spring Sword" was forged from millennia-old cold iron, so sharp that it could cut through iron like mud. It was also quenched with forty-nine kinds of deadly poisons. Let alone grabbing it with bare hands, even a slight scratch would be fatal! Xiao Chen dared to be so arrogant; he was simply asking for death!

But the next second, the smile on his face froze, and even the hand holding the sword stopped in mid-air.

Xiao Chen's two fingers precisely gripped the sword tip, his fingertips pressed against the dark blue blade, leaving not a single mark. He Yongnian desperately tried to pull the sword back, veins bulging on his wrist, but the sword seemed welded to Xiao Chen's fingers, utterly unmoving!
“How is this possible…” He Yongnian’s pupils shrank to pinpoints, his voice filled with horror, and even his teeth began to chatter.

Xiao Chen's fingertips trembled slightly, and a surge of powerful true energy flowed along the blade. He Yongnian felt a piercing pain in his tiger's mouth, and his hand holding the sword could no longer exert any strength. With a "clang," the Youquan Sword fell onto the carpet, still trembling slightly.

"It's my turn."

Xiao Chen's voice remained calm, but his movements were so fast they left only a blur. He appeared before Shen Shi in a flash, his right fist slowly thrusting out. This seemingly leisurely punch sent chills down Shen Shi's spine. He felt as if the surrounding air had been sucked away by the fist, a thousand-pound boulder pressing on his chest, making it difficult to even breathe!
"puff,"

Shen Shi hurriedly raised his arms to block, but the moment the fist landed on his arm, he felt a tremendous force surge through his arm and into his chest, as if he had been hit by a heavy truck. He was sent flying backward, crashing into the wall with a loud bang. The wall instantly cracked with spiderweb-like patterns, and dust fell down in a shower. He clutched his chest and slid to the ground, a mouthful of blood immediately spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Defeat the enemy with one move!
He Yongnian's eyes widened in horror, and he forgot all about being afraid. He hurriedly pulled out a yellow talisman from his pocket. It was a "Thunderfire Talisman" that the New Martial Arts Association had given to the vice president to protect his life. Once activated, its power was enough to level the entire suite!
"Xiao Chen, you forced me to do this!" He Yongnian gritted his teeth, his fingertips already touching the ignition point of the talisman.

But his movements were still a little slow.

Xiao Chen's figure suddenly appeared in front of him, his right hand gripping his wrist like an iron clamp. With a slight force from his knuckles, He Yongnian felt as if his wrist bones were about to be crushed, and he broke out in a cold sweat from the pain. The Thunderfire Talisman fell to the ground with a "thud".

“I wanted to spare your lives, but unfortunately…” Xiao Chen shook his head, the indifference in his eyes faded, replaced by a chilling killing intent. His left hand, fingers together like a knife, stabbed straight at He Yongnian’s throat!
"No...don't kill me!" He Yongnian was terrified, his legs buckled and he knelt down, kowtowing repeatedly, his forehead hitting the carpet with a dull thud. "I surrender! I'm willing to be your servant! Please spare my life!" Xiao Chen's hand froze in mid-air, his fingertips just inches from He Yongnian's throat, the sharp energy already drawing a thin line of blood on his neck. He looked down at the kneeling He Yongnian, his eyes devoid of any emotion: "Begging now is too late."

"Please! I am willing to offer my soul seal! I will serve you for eternity! I will never have any disloyalty!" He Yongnian cried with tears streaming down his face. All dignity and face were nothing but bubbles in the face of death. He could only keep kowtowing, and his forehead quickly turned red.

Xiao Chen remained silent for a moment, then slowly withdrew his hand. He turned to look at Shen Shi, who had just gotten up from the ground, his voice still as cold as ice: "And you?"

Shen Shi clutched his chest, blood still trickling from the corner of his mouth, his face ashen. He glanced at He Yongnian, who was kneeling on the ground, then at Xiao Chen, whose expression remained indifferent. Finally, he sighed deeply, bent his knees, and knelt down as well: "Shen Shi... is willing to serve you as my master."

Circumstances are beyond one's control; refusing to yield means certain death. He understood this principle better than anyone else, having lived most of his life.

Xiao Chen nodded in satisfaction, then exerted a slight force with his fingertips, forcing out two drops of blood essence, shimmering with a faint golden light, from his fingertips. The drops floated in mid-air, emanating a subtle yet powerful aura. "Release your divine sense and accept my blood seal."

Shen Shi and He Yongnian dared not disobey and obediently closed their eyes. The two drops of essence blood transformed into two streams of light, "whoosh," and burrowed into their brows. In an instant, the two felt a sharp pain deep within their souls, followed by an invisible brand. That brand was like a sharp sword hanging over their heads; with just a thought from Xiao Chen, their souls would be scattered, leaving them unable to even conceive of resistance.

Is this the Soul Imprint Technique? Truly terrifying…

When the two looked up again, the fear in their eyes had turned into complete respect, and they called out in unison, "Master."

Xiao Chen walked to the broken French windows, looking down at the city's night view. Neon lights flickered, and cars streamed by, creating a bustling scene. With his back to the two men, his voice was calm but carried an undeniable command: "Send a message to the New Martial Arts Association, saying that Chen Yongyan and Yan Song died unexpectedly, and that I have not been found in the provincial capital for the time being."

"This..." Shen Shi hesitated, his face showing difficulty, before speaking, "The people in the headquarters are always suspicious, I'm afraid they won't believe me easily..."

"That's your business." Xiao Chen didn't turn his head, just waved his hand. "I don't want to see anyone from the New Martial Arts Association in front of me again within a month."

A month?

Shen Shi and He Yongnian exchanged a glance, both seeing confusion in each other's eyes. Why a month? Could it be that after a month, their master would be confident in fighting against the entire New Martial Arts Association? (End of Chapter)