The Strongest Urban Son-in-law
Chapter 301 - 300 The Competition Begins

Chapter 301: Chapter 300 The Competition Begins

"Wow~~" Han Zheng spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, as President Han’s kick had knocked several of his teeth out just moments before, now accompanied by fresh blood spat out by Han Zheng himself, he was completely shocked.

Han Zheng simply couldn’t accept what had happened, staring dumbfounded at his father, President Han.

Not only Han Zheng, even Han Yi, Li Yang, and the others present were thoroughly dumbfounded.

Looking at his father, President Han, Han Zheng asked, "Dad, why did you hit me, have you gone mad?"

"The one who’s gone mad is you, this unfilial beast!" President Han yelled furiously, his expression filled with rage.

Then, President Han loudly questioned, "I ask you, what did you do to the Divine Doctor?"

"Divine Doctor!" At that moment, everyone was stunned and looked around in confusion, asking, "Where is the Divine Doctor?"

But they didn’t see any sign of the Divine Doctor. In their minds, the Divine Doctor was supposed to be almost a hundred years old, with an air of immortality and kindness, yet no one saw such a person there.

"Dad, what do you mean?" Han Zheng asked President Han, still bewildered, not understanding what was going on.

"Beast! You beast, I’ll deal with you in a moment!" President Han roared angrily and then approached Ye Feng.

President Han stood in front of Ye Feng, hands clasped together in a respectful bow, humbly saying, "Divine Doctor, my son was blind and offended you. It’s my fault for not teaching him properly. However you wish to punish this beast, just say the word. I will not be lenient, and I will not condone his actions!"

President Han’s stern voice clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

"What?" Upon hearing President Han’s words, everyone was stunned, seeing his incredibly respectful demeanor next to Ye Feng, their expressions were as exaggerated as if they had seen a ghost.

Once again, the place fell into silence, with waves of shock rippling through everyone’s hearts. Many kept rubbing their own eyes, unable to accept what they were witnessing.

Now, President Han, one of the four Great Saints, was standing deferentially in front of Ye Feng, a young man in his twenties, and even calling him Divine Doctor. How could everyone not be shocked?

"This... this... this..." After seeing this scene, Han Zheng’s voice trembled continuously, he was utterly lost for words, his expression full of shock and his heart filled with disbelief.

Now his father had actually said that Ye Feng was the Divine Doctor. How could Ye Feng, a young man in his twenties, possibly be the Divine Doctor.

"Impossible! This is impossible!" Everyone was engulfed in shock, trembling inside, unable to calm the tumult in their hearts, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets in an exaggerated state.

Meanwhile, Ye Feng remained relaxed, nonchalantly sitting in his seat.

"Impossible! Father, are you saying this bastard is the Divine Doctor?" Han Zheng glared at Ye Feng, roaring loudly.

"Insolence!" In an instant, Liu Shengyuan exploded in fury, leaping high into the air and landing in front of Han Zheng with his hand raised—a heavy slap landed resoundingly on Han Zheng’s face.

"Smack!" That heavy slap sent Han Zheng flying five or six meters away, rolling on the ground several times before coming to a stop, as he spat out another mouthful of fresh blood.

Everyone watched Liu Shengyuan in stunned silence. Liu Shengyuan raged, "Han Zheng, you whelp, if you disrespect my master again, do you believe I won’t strike you down right here and now!"

"Han Zheng, are you seeking death? Where do you get off insulting the Divine Doctor? It’s not just Liu Shengyuan—I wouldn’t let you off either!" Just then, Jiang Yan and Wang Xunfeng, two Saint Hands, also stood up and vociferously denounced him.

"How is this possible?" Finally, those present couldn’t help but scream out loud.

Han Yi’s mouth hung wide open in extreme shock, looking as though she could fit a duck egg in her gaping mouth, the usual calmness completely gone.

Now that all four Saint Hands have acknowledged Ye Feng’s status, how could the title of Divine Doctor be false?

"Divine Doctor, my son has been excessively rude and provoked you repeatedly. Whatever punishment you decide, I will adhere to your word without mercy!" President Han Zongyu declared loudly, without hesitation.

Han Zongyu, after all, didn’t have just this one son, Han Zheng. Moreover, Han Zongyu knew very well that Ye Feng was not merely the Divine Doctor of Dragon Country, but also the War God of Dragon Country.

If they offended Ye Feng, it could potentially implicate the entire Han Family. Hence, even if it meant letting Han Zheng die, as long as it didn’t affect the Han Family, Han Zongyu could accept it. Losing one Han Zheng was better than the entire Han Family being destroyed.

"Father, you..." Han Zheng despaired, his usual arrogance completely vanished. He hadn’t anticipated confronting such a terrifying existence today, and now Han Zongyu’s words were crystal clear.

If Ye Feng demanded his death, then he truly had no choice but to acquiesce—there was no chance of survival. How could he have guessed that such a young man could be such an esteemed Divine Doctor in Dragon Country?

Ye Feng merely shook his head lightly: "Enough, since I already promised Han Yi I would spare Han Zheng, let today’s affront pass. Help him get treated, and do not let me see him again."

After hearing Ye Feng’s words, President Han Zongyu nodded excitedly: "Thank you, Divine Doctor, thank you. Your magnanimity is truly boundless, and I, Han Zongyu, will forever cherish this favor in my heart!"

It wasn’t long before the people from the Han Family took Han Zheng away.

However, even up to this moment, the competitors and audience present found it very difficult to accept.

No one had expected Ye Feng to be such a frightening figure, the Divine Doctor who was respected even by the four Great Saints.

Overwhelmed, Han Yi stared at Ye Feng, her heart full of turmoil. How could she come to terms with the fact that such a young man was not only a Martial Arts Grandmaster but also arguably the youngest in Dragon Country’s history? Such an achievement was already heaven-defying, and yet Ye Feng was also the legendary Divine Doctor of Dragon Country, an unparalleled healer whose medical skill made a mockery of even the four Great Saints’, capable of reviving the dead. How could this be believable?