The Strongest Urban Son-in-law
Chapter 570 - 579: Instant Kill [Sixth Update]

Chapter 570: Chapter 579: Instant Kill [Sixth Update]

Feng’s provocative words toward Zhou Shaochen would only intensify the conflict between them.

When the time came for a fight, Zhou Shaochen definitely would not hold back against Feng.

To everyone’s view, Feng was merely a Martial Artist with External Force, how could he possibly be a match for Zhou Shaochen, who was in the mid-stage of Inner Strength?

Therefore, when Feng provoked Zhou Shaochen, everyone thought Feng must be insane.

"Ye Feng, shut your mouth!" Du Yuan and Wang Wei shouted anxiously, feeling utterly embarrassed.

They didn’t know where Feng’s confidence came from; he was just a Martial Artist with External Force daring to boast so grandly and challenge Zhou Shaochen, a mid-stage Inner Strength Martial Artist.

However, Feng remained calm, "All I’m speaking are mere facts, dealing with this trash with one hand is enough!"

Having said that, Feng stretched out his right hand, looking at Zhou Shaochen with an air of ease.

"Arrogant!" Feng’s words completely infuriated Zhou Shaochen, who let out a roar, his booming voice echoing throughout the Dao Sect dojo as he activated the Inner Strength within his body, causing it to surge outward.

Then, the leaking Inner Strength covered Zhou Shaochen’s skin, and the air exploded continuously as his clothes billowed like crazy and the Inner Strength produced a series of snapping sounds.

His entire presence seemed wrapped in dominance, his aura fierce as he charged toward Feng.

"Feng is doomed!" almost everyone thought the same thing.

"Young Master Zhou, smash him, tear apart that foul mouth!" Zhao Yu, seriously injured, stood outside the dojo shouting loudly.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!" Zhou Shaochen continuously stomped on the ground, his feet sinking into it, the tiles shattering, leaving a trail of destruction. Zhou Shaochen approached Feng in the blink of an eye with incredible ferocity, reaching out to grab Feng’s shoulder.

Feng did not dodge but allowed Zhou Shaochen to grab his shoulder because Zhou Shaochen did not give Feng a chance to escape. In Zhou Shaochen’s eyes, madness shone as he raised his other hand, turning it into a knife-hand.

"Die!" Zhou Shaochen roared, his hand chopping towards Feng’s throat.

He did not want to give Feng a chance to surrender or beg for mercy. His hand chopped toward Feng’s throat, the palm wind howling while his Inner Strength emitted a sharp sound, its force incredibly fierce.

"Ye Feng, be careful!" Wang Wei and Du Yuan shouted worriedly as they watched Feng.

Just as Zhou Shaochen’s hand was about to hit Feng,

"Thud!" a muffled noise, and Feng’s right fist, from seemingly nowhere, struck Zhou Shaochen’s stomach, sinking deeply in.

"Whoosh!" Instantly, a violently strong fist wind pierced through Zhou Shaochen’s body and dissipated only after reaching several meters away.

Zhou Shaochen looked at Feng in shock, knowing that releasing Inner Strength could provide a certain level of defense; a normal fist couldn’t harm him, but Feng’s punch had effortlessly shattered his Inner Strength.

Shocked and disbelieving, Zhou Shaochen felt the pain spreading from his stomach to his whole body, his limbs instantly weakened, and his body trembled.

"You... you..." Zhou Shaochen’s hand, which had seized Feng’s shoulder, loosened, and as he pointed at Feng, his face filled with shock before he started to step back.

"...you... ah!" Zhou Shaochen retreated three steps, finally unable to endure the pain as if his internal organs had shifted. He clutched his stomach and spat out blood.

"Thud!" Zhou Shaochen knelt on the ground, covering his stomach in agony, shaking all over, unable to speak.

... The entire venue fell into silence, everyone shocked beyond measure.

They could never have dreamed that Feng would be so powerful. Zhou Shaochen was a strong mid-stage Inner Strength Martial Artist, but he could not withstand even a single punch from Feng.

Kneeling on the ground, Zhou Shaochen now realized the vast gap between him and Feng; he wasn’t a match for Feng at all.

"How is this possible!" Everyone at the venue shouted in shock, filled with utter astonishment.

Feng, appearing to be around twenty years old, had easily defeated Zhou Shaochen, who was in his mid-stage of Inner Strength. Could it be that Feng’s ability was at least at the peak of Inner Strength?

"Just as I thought!" Qingfengzi became excited. Although surprised to see Feng defeat Zhou Shaochen, he quickly calmed down and became very agitated.

At this moment, Qingfengzi believed that Feng must practice an exceptionally advanced technique. To Qingfengzi, Feng was only around twenty but possessed at least the cultivation of peak Inner Strength, and furthermore, he achieved this on his own, without a master’s guidance. Such an accomplishment at a young age indicated that the technique Feng practiced was incredibly advanced—perhaps even superior to the strongest cultivation methods of the Wendao Sect.

However, others, such as Wang Wei and Du Yuan, were so shocked that their eyes bulged as if they were about to pop out of their sockets. The expression on their faces was unbelievably exaggerated.

They could never have imagined that Feng would be so mighty that Zhou Shaochen in front of him couldn’t even block a single punch. Then, they felt extremely embarrassed and ashamed, their faces burning hot and flushed.

Recalling how they had been advising Feng, telling him not to talk nonsense and to concede in time if he was not a match for Young Master Zhou, it seemed there was no need for that worry at all; it was completely superfluous.

Thinking this, Wang Wei and Du Yuan felt extremely awkward and ridiculous, their faces turned beet red, unsure how they would face Feng later...