Supreme Heir Son-in-law
Chapter 374: Who Can Stop Me

Chapter 374: Chapter 374: Who Can Stop Me

Xu Ke’s repeated refusals made the white-haired man increasingly dissatisfied, feeling that this Eastern man in front of him was ungrateful. His heart wanted to teach Xu Ke a lesson.

The white-haired man first took off his vest, revealing a strong upper body. He slapped his chest with his hands like large fans, making a loud sound, then pointed a finger at Xu Ke with a provocative gesture, his face adorned with a challenging smile.

"Xu Ke!" Lin Mengyao looked at the man’s posture with some concern and looked at Xu Ke worriedly.

"No worries, give me a moment and I’ll take you out." Xu Ke gave Lin Mengyao a reassuring look before turning his attention to the man in front of him.

"I advise you to concede now while you can. He’s not like me; he hits harder and is more skilled in fighting. He won’t stop until he’s broken a few of your bones." The blonde-haired man, holding the vest the white-haired man took off, said to Xu Ke.

Xu Ke could sense that the blonde-haired man didn’t harbor any hostility or malice towards him, so upon hearing his words, he surprisingly gave him a smile in response.

"Thanks for the warning, but today I’m taking my wife out, and no one can stop me." Xu Ke positioned himself for the imminent battle with the white-haired man. The atmosphere between the two instantly became tense, as if they could clash at any moment and trigger an explosion.

"No one can disobey the boss’s orders, but I like your determination. I hope you can maintain this foolish determination when the fight starts." Compared to the blonde-haired man, the white-haired man was like a block of ice, with a chill that could easily freeze those around him.

"Then let’s try."

As soon as Xu Ke’s words fell, the two men attacked simultaneously.

The blonde-haired man was skilled in leg techniques, but the white-haired man’s expertise lay in palm and fist techniques. His arms were trained to be like steel pipes, intercepting Xu Ke’s incoming kicks one by one and attempting to crush Xu Ke’s leg bones with his fists.

Although such force wouldn’t cause any irreversible harm to Xu Ke, the punches still stung when they landed on his body.

Xu Ke retracted his leg accordingly, and the two of them distanced themselves again. Xu Ke lightly shook his leg to ease the pain caused by the hit, while the white-haired man gently rotated his arms. Although he had blocked all of Xu Ke’s attacks, he wasn’t as unfazed as he appeared; his arms felt as if they’d been struck by a steel whip, extremely painful.

"Not bad, being able to defeat the blond means you’re a tough opponent. But if this is all you’ve got, you should concede because your current skill level isn’t enough to beat me." The white-haired man’s eyes glimmered with a strange excitement. Although he spoke of surrender, his eyes conveyed something else, filled with blazing battle fervor.

Xu Ke twisted his neck, producing a sharp cracking sound.

His upper body seemed to undergo some transformation, each movement accompanied by a crisp crack. After activating every joint in his upper body, he seemed to be reborn, full of vitality and energy.

"Don’t speak too soon, that was just a warm-up; the real show hasn’t started yet." Xu Ke’s lips curled into a demonic smile, his black pupils expanding outward into an endless void of darkness, with red blood vessels spreading across the whites of his eyes. At this moment, Xu Ke resembled a demon crawling out of Hell.

Some onlookers witnessing the scene couldn’t help but gasp, quickly covering their mouths to stifle their cries, fearing to disturb the confrontation.

The white-haired man, facing this scene at close range, felt as if a chilly breeze swept over him, making him shiver and giving him goosebumps that seemed to occupy both his arms. Meanwhile, he sensed that the danger from the person in front of him seemed to rise drastically, and for a fleeting moment, he felt an urge to turn and run.

"Are you ready?" Seeing his prey’s wary expression, Xu Ke felt a sense of thrill deep within him. This sensation, like tiny electric currents, flowed through his blood, making him tremble and shiver uncontrollably, wanting to tear the man in front of him to pieces, bathing in his blood.

"Ready for what?"

Before the white-haired man could comprehend the meaning behind Xu Ke’s words, he saw Xu Ke assume a predatory posture and, in the next second, lunged at him.

The white-haired man had never seen someone leap so high before. Xu Ke seemed to descend from the sky, blocking out the light above and casting a shadow over him. By the time he reacted, he was already beneath Xu Ke, subjected to a merciless assault.

The white-haired man reacted quickly, using his waist to powerfully strike at Xu Ke’s vulnerable upper body areas with his elbows, trying to win his freedom.

The rawest brawl, flesh colliding, as sweat mixed with blood, igniting a primal ferocity deep in people’s hearts. They roared and cheered enthusiastically, making the nightclub come alive with noise.

Lin Mengyao stood at the farthest edge of the inner circle, watching the fight between Xu Ke and the white-haired man, her mind in a daze. From her angled view, she could clearly see the expressions on Xu Ke’s face.

Each hit from the white-haired man was so powerful that Lin Mengyao felt the pain just by listening, yet Xu Ke seemed oblivious, as if his body’s pain belonged to someone else. Regardless of how many blows he took, he barely blocked any punches, maintaining his rhythm with a look of joy on his face as he kept hitting the white-haired man.

This was a side of Xu Ke that Lin Mengyao had never seen, becoming insanely extreme yet clearly enjoying it, as if he wasn’t fighting a person but listening to a beautiful symphony.

Lin Mengyao watched this scene without intervening or making any sound, standing there like a porcelain doll, unmoving yet silently crying without knowing why.

In the midst of this, Xu Ke remained engulfed in this wondrous feeling, shutting out everything non-dangerous. He hadn’t felt so delighted and satisfied from a fight in a long time, almost going crazy from repressing it.