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

Everyone was acutely aware that yesterday, Ye Feng, the foster son of the Fu family, had injured and broken five fingers of the Jiang family’s eldest young master. Today, the sudden invitation of this Elder of the Jiang family by the Lei family side clearly indicated a desire for revenge.

Fu Shen knew this too, but he equally knew that he had no way out.

"It was you, it was you who killed my foster father, on the very same day last year, on this same platform!" Fu Shen clenched his teeth and bellowed furiously, word by word.

The Jiang family elder, with his hands behind his back, sneered, "That’s correct, it was me. Are you thinking about seeking revenge?"

Grinding his teeth, Fu Shen roared, "Today, even if it means death, I won’t make it easy for you!"

At this moment, the host waved his hand and shouted, "Since both parties are ready, let’s begin the first bout of this martial competition right now!"

No sooner had his words fallen than the Jiang family elder, Jiang Biehe, made his move. As a Ninth Stage of External Strength expert, his attack was lightning fast.

Even though Fu Shen was prepared, he still failed to react in time.

With a thump!

Fu Shen’s chin was struck by a fist, and he immediately fell backward.

Jiang Biehe’s elbow strike hit Fu Shen’s abdomen, causing him to curl up like a shrimp on the spot.

However, this was far from enough, Jiang Biehe clearly had the intent to kill and did not give his opponent any chance to concede and beg for mercy.

Another sound of collision!

With a sweeping kick, Jiang Biehe knocked Fu Shen to the ground, blood spewing from the corner of his mouth.

The crowd below watched in silence, feeling somewhat emotional, as this scene was strikingly similar to the one from last year. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Last year, when Fu Zuoming of the Fu family dueled with the Lei family, he was also killed by Jiang Biehe with almost the same moves.

Just three moves, and Fu Zuoming had breath his last without even a chance to surrender!

Now, his foster son Fu Shen was subjected to the same treatment, but it seemed he was tougher; he hadn’t died after three moves.

Fu Shen spat out blood but still struggled to get up!

Fu Zi, upon seeing this, had bloodshot eyes and yelled hysterically, "Second brother, hurry... hurry up and concede. Concede right now, or you’ll really die. Just surrender, don’t do something foolish!"

"Surrender? Impossible. Even in death, I will never surrender!" Fu Shen staggered to his feet from the ground.

Jiang Biehe sneered, "Seems you still have some spirit? But..."

As he spoke, he threw a punch, and Fu Shen once again hit the ground hard, collapsing onto the surface.

Jiang Biehe walked over, step by step, looming over him and said coldly, word by word, "A mere worm dares to contend with the Jiang family? Your foster father was overconfident last year, and this year you are naively ignorant!"

After finishing his words, Jiang Biehe stepped directly onto Fu Shen’s palm, then gradually applied pressure, nearly crushing Fu Shen’s five fingers.

Fu Shen had almost become a Blood Man and was still struggling incessantly.

Suddenly, he burst forth, biting fiercely into Jiang Biehe’s thigh, tearing off a large chunk of flesh.

"Ahh…" Jiang Biehe roared in pain, kicked Fu Shen off the platform with one foot.

"Die… I’ll kill you, I must kill you!" Jiang Biehe’s face twisted in pain as he rushed toward Fu Shen after a quick bandaging.

By then, Fu Shen had already passed out, covered in blood and his life hanging by a thread.

Fu Zuoxing, Fu Wenhua, and the rest of the family looked on with indifference, their expressions chillingly cold.

Fu Zi rushed over, stood in front of Fu Shen, and shouted, "Stop! You can’t kill him. What right do you have to kill him?"

Jiang Biehe bellowed, "On what right? Simply because my surname is Jiang. Get out of the way, woman, or I’ll kill you too!"

Fu Zi didn’t retreat an inch, already bracing herself for a fight to the death.

Suddenly, Jiang Tianlong shouted loudly, "Uncle Six, I want this woman. Spare her life for me, hand her over, and I will deal with her!"

"Fine!" Jiang Biehe snapped, ready to charge over.

"Stop!" Just then, from outside the martial arts hall, an incredibly enraged shout rang out.

Everyone turned toward the sound and then saw a woman with a limp, pushing a steel-made wheelchair, slowly entering from outside, followed by a man dressed in black who resembled a Vajra.

The young man in the wheelchair was actually not at all old, around twenty-three or four. With a buzz-cut and chiseled facial features, he had a rugged handsomeness rather than the creamy softness of popular young idols.

Especially his pair of eyes, at this moment, they were like unsheathed steel daggers!

This young man in the wheelchair was none other than Ye Feng!

Jiang Tianlong immediately yelled, "Uncle Six, he is the foster son of the Fu family, the very one who broke my five fingers last night!"

Jiang Biehe suddenly looked up at Ye Feng and said word for word, "It was you who injured my nephew?"

Ye Feng didn’t answer him, nor did he look at the people surrounding him. He pushed his wheelchair forward, arriving in front of Fu Shen, and then bent down to examine him closely.

Fu Zi had already been crying her eyes out, "Third Brother, it was this man who beat Second Brother; it was him! Last year on this very day, my foster father was also killed by him!"

Only then did Ye Feng suddenly lift his head and glared at Jiang Biehe, his eyes brimming with intense killing intent.

However, Fu Shen’s injuries were too severe at the moment; Ye Feng needed to save him as soon as possible.

"Third Brother, how is Second Brother’s condition, is there still a chance to save him?" Fu Zi asked.

"Don’t worry, although Second Brother is critically injured, with me here, his life is not in danger!"

As Ye Feng spoke, he quietly channelled a stream of inner strength into Fu Shen’s chest with his right palm to protect his heart meridian.

"Is the Sect Master of Jiangdu Divine Doctor Sect present?" Ye Feng suddenly shouted angrily.

Vice Sect Leader Luo Keque had already mentioned en route that the Sect Master had arrived early at the scene, eager to please the Jiang Family.

"I am here, what does the gentleman require of me?" Suddenly, an elder dressed in a luxurious purple robe stepped forward.

"What do I want? With a person injured to this extent, what do you think I want?"

Ye Feng snorted coldly, staring at him as he said word by word, "The founding purpose of the Divine Doctor Sect is to heal the sick and aid the injured, to alleviate the suffering of those afflicted in the world. Could it be that you are unaware of this?"

Sect Master Qi Tianmen of the Divine Doctor Sect responded with a cold huff, "The rules of the Divine Doctor Sect, as its master, I’m naturally clearer about them than anyone else. However, the Divine Doctor Sect is not some charity organization; we don’t just save any cats or dogs!"

Upon saying this, Qi Tianmen sneered and glanced at Ye Feng, "And who might you be, that you think you have the right to question my actions?"

Ye Feng laughed and stared at him as he said every word, "My identity is none of your concern. All you need to know is that you have already violated the sect’s rules by not coming forward to treat the injured in time. If you do not take action now to treat my Second Brother, I will strip you of your position as Sect Master of the Divine Doctor Sect."

"Strip me of my Sect Master position?"

Qi Tianmen was taken aback, then burst into laughter as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, "Utterly arrogant and ignorant. You also delude yourself into thinking you can strip me of my position as Sect Master? A cripple confined to a wheelchair, a foster son of the Fu Family, do you think you are the Chief Sect Leader of the Divine Doctor Sect?"

Ye Feng didn’t bother arguing with him any longer, turning his head to Hong Qingyan, "I forgot to ask earlier; contact Hong Tianming immediately, tell him to notify Luo Keque to bring healing medicine and rush here without delay!"

Qi Tianmen sneered, "Vice Sect Leader Luo Keque holds what status and position; would he take orders from you?"

Ye Feng already couldn’t be bothered with him; now wasn’t the time to settle accounts.

"Jiang Biehe? Was it you who killed my foster father last year?" Ye Feng slowly turned his head, his gaze sharp as a blade as he stared at the other party.

Jiang Biehe instantly felt an immense pressure; however, she laughed the next moment, thinking he was just a disabled man confined to a wheelchair, and besides, the Jiang Family had yet another Half-Step Master expert present today. What was there to fear?

"Indeed, it was I who killed Fu Zuoming. He lost a fair contest on the fighting stage due to inferior skills. What can a brat like you do to me?" Jiang Biehe sneered.

"Very well, since that’s the case, you may go to your death!" Ye Feng nodded slightly and slowly uttered two words, "Seventeen!"

As soon as his voice fell, Seventeen pounced like a ferocious tiger, swift as the wind.

"Not good!" Jiang Biehe’s heart sank, realizing she was up against a formidable opponent and instinctively wanting to retreat.

But how could she possibly evade? She was immediately seized by the neck by Seventeen.

"Third Brother, save me..." Jiang Biehe managed only to cry out these words before her neck was twisted, and quickly she crumpled to the ground like a mudslide.

"How dare you! Stop right there!" A thunderous roar erupted from within the martial arts hall as if a bolt from the blue.

The Half-Step Grandmaster expert of the Jiang Family, who had been sitting at the edge of the arena, suddenly raised his voice. Yet ultimately, being only a Half-Step Master, he was incapable of projecting his inner strength externally and naturally failed to stop the assault.

"He’s dead... Uncle Six is actually dead, Uncle Six has been killed, Grandfather, Uncle Six was killed by this man!" Jiang Tianlong howled.

"Daring to kill a member of the Jiang Family, you’re courting death!"

The Elder of the Jiang Family, Jiang Youhe, roared furiously, leaping high into the air towards Ye Feng.

Ye Feng remained immovable in his wheelchair, even his facial expression did not change in the slightest.

Seventeen flashed, blocking in front of Ye Feng, and then threw a punch.

Jiang Youhe subconsciously countered with a punch, and the two fists met, with their edges crossing each other.

With a massive bang!

Jiang Youhe was sent flying like a broken kite, striking over several chairs behind him, spitting blood on the spot with his right arm hanging limply, clearly broken.

"You... you actually... actually repelled me with one punch, and broke my arm?"

Jiang Youhe looked horrified, his eyes fixated on Seventeen as he said word by word, "You’re a Grandmaster, you’re actually a Grandmaster of Inner Force?"

Everyone present heard these words and their faces showed shock. They turned their heads, looking incredulously at Seventeen.

Seventeen still did not speak, and his face showed no expression. He usually didn’t say much, only acting when given instructions by Ye Feng.