Urban God of War: The Live-in Son-in-law

Chapter 213: Hong Qingyan’s Test Guinea Pig

East Pole Island was but a minor episode.

Only after completely eradicating the sea bandits on the island did Ye Feng and his companion depart by boat, speeding eastward on their speedboat, cutting through wave after wave with unstoppable momentum.

Within the Eastern Border Camp.

Two figures were fighting fiercely, one with bare hands and the other wielding a large saber.

As the saying goes, "With a saber in hand, I have the world." Despite Xia Lengchan having the advantage of being armed, she was still forced to retreat step by step by the unarmed Sima Zhantian.

His weapon, faced with Sima Zhantian’s fists, was like a swallow in a storm, struggling to find an opening. His blade movements were heavy, but the fist force was fiercer; the iron fists seemed to be everywhere, nearly capable of catching the blade’s edge with bare hands.

"There’s a chance."

In an instant, Xia Lengchan spotted an opening in Sima Zhantian’s defense, and with a powerful push from her back leg, she thrust the long saber directly forward.

"Hey!"

Watching the saber break through the fist wind, Sima Zhantian did not retreat but laughed instead.

Madness!

Xia Lengchan hastily redirected her force, already clear that the opening was a deliberate feint by Sima Zhantian. But why he did not dodge was not a question to consider at the moment.

With such a close-range thrust, even if she pulled back, the blade could still penetrate flesh.

"Break for me."

Sima Zhantian bellowed, altering his fist momentum to a crossed-palm stance, snapping towards the incoming saber.

Clang!

The sword broke, and Sima Zhantian advanced again, striking Xia Lengchan’s chest with a palm, sending her flying backwards.

"You’re crazy."

After a brief silence, Xia Lengchan cursed, clutching her chest.

"You’re still able to stand up even with your craziness. Why did you pull back your force just now?"

Sima Zhantian, extremely frustrated, pulled out the broken blade that had stuck in his body and tossed it aside, understanding the question all too well since he would have done the same.

After all, it wasn’t a real fight to the death!

"Look, Zhantian, I understand your desire to break through the Martial King’s level, but there’s no need to torture yourself like this," Xia Lengchan said, looking at the broken saber on the ground with a look of helplessness.

The man had taken a blow to his ego, having sought her out for a fight three times in one day, and while in prior two times it was she who got hurt, this time he took it a step further by standing still and letting her stab him.

Instant enlightenment?

Xia Lengchan wanted to say: "This isn’t instant enlightenment, it’s your head that’s been squeezed by a door."

"What do you know? A real man bleeds. If you hadn’t suddenly pulled back your force just then, maybe I would have already broken through," Sima Zhantian said, covering his wound with an expression of bitter regret.

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Knowing when to stop talking, Xia Lengchan held her tongue wisely. This guy was indeed provoked quite badly. Does he really want me to stab through his belly before he’ll thank me?

"Hey, have you two been injured?"

"I’ve just learned some medical skills from a book, go lie down in the medical department, and I’ll get something to treat you. This will be a good chance for me to experiment," Hong Qingyan suddenly pitched in, whether they liked it or not.

Whether to stay or fight was a tough call for Xia Lengchan, but fortunately Hong Qingyan appeared just in time to come to her rescue.

Wait, experiment?

Xia Lengchan shuddered, very aware that Hong Qingyan had never learned proper medical techniques before; if she was allowed to experiment by stabbing them all over, wouldn’t that be a disaster?

"Mistress, I’m fine, just a bit of chest pain. Resting will fix it, but look at Zhantian, he’s bleeding. He’s the one in need of urgent treatment," Xia Lengchan quickly threw Sima Zhantian under the bus.

The Martial King’s power was enough to deal with any ordinary firearms. Only if faced with specially-made sniper rifles could they pierce the protective qi shield and be lethal with a single shot.

"Martial King!"

"It’s not just him who’s a Martial King; I didn’t see anything."

"Friends, it’s a misunderstanding."

...

Pirates are pirates after all—each one more afraid of death than the next. What business of theirs is it what Ye Feng came to do, as long as he isn’t looking for them?

The crowd dispersed in an instant, leaving the place spotless.

The only rule on the high seas is if your fists are hard enough. Ye Feng’s expressionless face showed that it wasn’t yet certain whether this group of pirates could leave.

"Feng!"

Lying on the stretcher, Shuiyuan Longzhi weakly spat out the word.

A blade light, carrying a dull yellow glow, struck from behind Xiao Chuanqi with the force of a bamboo splitter.

"I’ve been waiting for you."

The blade light was fast, a signature blade draw technique unique to the ronin, but Ye Feng’s movement was faster than the blade light, shielding Xiao Chuanqi in an instant.

Palm blade, unleashed in a flash.

"How could this be?"

A ronin’s eyes bulged as he slowly fell to the ground.

"How is this possible?"

"Ye Feng, have you broken through?"

Shuiyuan Longzhi was horrified. The man who had fallen was on the same level as him—one of the Four Great Protectors of the Ronin Guild known as "Mountain."

"No."

Ye Feng said indifferently. His fear wasn’t that these ronin would attack; it was that they might escape.

"Damn it!"

Suddenly, Shuiyuan Longzhi burst his chains open, slapped the ground with his palm, and propelled himself into the air.

H could wait no longer. His opponent’s strength had grown inscrutably powerful; if this went on, the entire Ronin Guild might be toppled by him. Then he, Shuiyuan Longzhi, would become the criminal of the Fusang Kingdom.

In the face of the instinct to survive, potential is limitless, not to mention someone like Shuiyuan Longzhi who embodied the spirit of samurai.

Mid-air, Shuiyuan Longzhi wildly struck out with his qi force, propelling himself forward in flight.

"How foolish."

It was because Shuiyuan Longzhi didn’t look back; otherwise, if he had seen the expressions of Ye Feng and his companion at that moment, his urge to flee might have instantly cooled.

"It’s just a matter of sooner or later. Have the roots of these pirates been figured out yet?"

Ye Feng wasn’t in a hurry to pursue. He had already installed a new type of tracking device on Shuiyuan Longzhi.

"It’s been found. They’re from Charlotte Lingqiong’s Reserve Corps, one of the Four Great Pirate Kings."

In Xiao Chuanqi’s hand, there was a silver screen flashing through faces rapidly.

"No wonder. It must be that foolish woman who vowed to conquer the East Sea, apart from her, I guess no pirate would dare to be so blind as to oppose us, the Xuanyuan Nation."

"A mere Reserve Corps, what a pity. Kill them all!"

A casually uttered phrase determined the fate of all pirates on the island. Daring to work with ronin and oppose the Xuanyuan Nation?

Death!

Xiao Chuanqi nodded, his lips curling into a smile once more—a Grim Reaper’s smirk—as his figure leaped away.