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

Chapter 143: Not a Single Good Fighter!

Following that, everyone made their way toward the training ground.

On the way, the usually silent Hong Qingyan rarely initiated a conversation, asking, "Big Brother Ye, do you think that Great Protector, can he defeat that bald-headed Grand Lama monk from the Brahma Kingdom?"

Ye Feng couldn’t help but laugh as he asked back, "What do you think?"

Hong Qingyan paused for a moment and said, "I wouldn’t know, I can’t tell at all. That Great Protector just now seemed quite arrogant and fierce, his Kung Fu should also be strong, I guess, and he’s also the top expert from the Southern Territory."

Hearing this, Ye Feng only shook his head silently.

Hong Qingyan asked, "Does Big Brother Ye think he can’t defeat that bald-headed Grand Lama? If we lose, this time the Southern Territory will probably lose face, and Xuanyuan Nation will be humiliated by association."

Ye Feng smiled and said, "Don’t worry, everything is under my control."

"Mm, hearing Big Brother Ye say that, I have nothing to worry about," Hong Qingyan obediently nodded her head.

After spending some time together, for some reason, Hong Qingyan had developed a strong confidence in Ye Feng; she probably wouldn’t doubt him even if he said he was going to pluck the stars from the sky.

By the time Ye Feng and the others reached the training ground again, the vast area paved with sand from the Western Sands was already surrounded by a dense crowd of people.

More than two thousand elite soldiers from the Southern Territory base camp had gathered there, apart from those who could not leave their posts.

Many were whispering and speculating in private: "What do you think, can our Great Protector win? Can he defeat the Reincarnation Wheel Grand Zen Master?"

"It’s hard to say, that Quasi-Wheel Grand Zen Master is a high-ranking expert sent by the Brahma Kingdom. It is said that he even contended with our Old Southern King in the past, while at that time, the Great Protector was merely a retainer under the Old Southern King."

"Let’s just wait and see; if we lose this battle, the Southern Territory will have suffered a great dishonor!"

All the soldiers of the Southern Territory were undoubtedly very nervous, as the Quasi-Wheel Grand Zen Master had come with an aggressive momentum, obviously well-prepared.

"Silence!" Grand Commander Lan commanded, and the entire training ground immediately fell into silence; you could hear a pin drop. These two thousand soldiers were indeed elite, strict in discipline.

The Southern King, although sitting on the high platform, had a face full of worry. Seeing Ye Feng coming over, he suddenly spoke with a grin, "Northern King, after today’s battle, regardless of the outcome, I intend to resign from my position as the Southern King."

Ye Feng, sitting in his wheelchair, turned his head to look at him and asked, "Does the Southern King no longer have confidence in himself?"

All at once, the night over the training ground was shattered by an explosive shout. The Great Protector’s aura surged, and the sand beneath his feet was swept up in the air, creating a whirlwind of flying sand and stones full of imposing momentum.

Then, the Great Protector launched himself forward like a cannonball, throwing a punch that even caused the air to burst with a ringing explosive sound.

A Half-Step Martial King, truly formidable!

Yet the Quasi-Wheel Grand Zen Master remained still, standing upright and calmly watching the other party charge at him, his smiling face even betraying a hint of disdain.

Just as the Great Protector’s Fist Edge was about to smash into his face, the Quasi-Wheel Grand Zen Master finally moved. His right hand shot out like lightning and grabbed the Great Protector’s fist.

In an instant, everything halted, all surging auras coming to a sudden stillness.

The Great Protector was taken aback and instinctively tried to retreat, but what shocked him was that he couldn’t break free at all. His Fist Edge was grasped tightly by the other party, and what was more terrifying was the mountainous pressure emanating from the opponent’s body, leaving him almost breathless.

This was the aura of a Martial King. As the saying goes, beneath a Martial King are all but ants. A Half-Step Martial King in front of a true Martial King, at best, is only a slightly stronger ant.

The Great Protector’s face flushed red, but he still couldn’t break free.

Then, the Quasi-Wheel Grand Zen Master suddenly exerted force, throwing the Great Protector’s fist aside, and in an instant, the Great Protector was tossed aside like a child.

The Great Zen Master let out a thunderous shout and stomped forcefully onto the ground, creating a large crater, before shooting out like an arrow.

The Great Protector hadn’t even landed when the Quasi-Wheel Grand Zen Master was already upon him, and then he threw another punch.

Howl...

The Great Protector cried out miserably as he was knocked away like a kite with its string cut, spewing three mouthfuls of blood and stumbling to remain upright, eventually half-kneeling on the ground.

The Great Zen Master walked up to the Great Protector, looking down on him from above and snorted heavily, "Is this the number one master of the Southern Territory? In my opinion, he’s nothing special at all. Weak, truly weak. It seems the Southern Territory truly doesn’t have anyone capable of putting up a fight!"

The silent night was pierced by the words of the Great Zen Master, resonating like a grand bell long after they were spoken, intolerably grating on the ear.

An eerie silence fell over the training ground, with more than two thousand soldiers clenching their fists, their bodies trembling due to rage.

Yet in such a scenario, not a single person dared to stand up and refute the Great Zen Master’s words!