The Crazy Son-In-Law

The whistling fist wind came straight at Louis, his flowing long hair dancing wildly in the wind.

Even though the current situation was not in his favor, a faint smile crept onto his lips, and he quietly muttered to himself, “Well, here we go.”

Facing Xiao Shun’s punch imbued with spirit energy, Louis suddenly raised his arm to block the imposing strike. His fame wasn’t solely built on marksmanship, after all.

“Bang!”

As their arms collided, two tremendous forces penetrated their bodies.

“Patter patter patter!”

Footsteps echoed as Louis, struggling, was forced back three steps by the raging energy, a trickle of blood running from the corner of his mouth.

On the other hand, Xiao Shun stood firm, albeit with a slightly pale complexion.

In just one move, the balance of power had shifted!

Honestly, he was somewhat surprised that Louis had managed to take his punch head-on. Not many could withstand the blow he had just unleashed, especially considering that it had utilized half of his spirit energy.

As Louis touched the blood at the corner of his mouth, a fierce expression replaced his former calm demeanor.

“Xiao Shun, you haven’t disappointed me,” he exclaimed, bursting into laughter, then tossing aside his weapon and tearing off the black windbreaker draped over his body.

Beneath the windbreaker was a slender figure with faint, regular lines etched across his skin!

In the cold moonlight, Xiao Shun instantly recognized the markings on Louis’s body, “Spirit pattern engraving!”

This was the first time he had seen someone apply this technique to the human body, and it was simply unbelievable!

Earlier, Louis had already astonished him by utilizing a weapon imbued with spirit patterns, but to apply this technique directly to the body was beyond his expectations.

What would be the effect of a technique that could enhance a weapon’s kinetic energy if applied to the human body?

At this thought, Xiao Shun dared not continue pondering. If he could imprint high-level spirit patterns on himself, his strength would undoubtedly increase several times over!

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“Hehe, the final act of the game is finally unfolding,” Louis chuckled lightly, looking at Xiao Shun, whose eyes were glinting not too far away.

At this moment, Louis didn’t care about what Xiao Shun was thinking. Although the phrase “spirit pattern engraving” from his opponent’s mouth had caught him off guard, he had no intention of prying into the secrets of a dead man!

As soon as he finished speaking, a red light spread over Louis’s skin, and wisps of white smoke rose from his body. Then, his slender figure turned into a streak of red light, hurtling toward Xiao Shun with an overwhelming momentum.

“Buzz!”

The void trembled slightly as Louis’s leg whipped fiercely toward Xiao Shun’s head, containing such energy that it created ripples in space.

It was a powerful strike!

Without daring to be careless, Xiao Shun raised his vigorous Yuan energy, placing both arms in front of himself, intending to directly confront the attack.

“Boom!”

A force like a landslide surged through his arms and into his body, causing his face to pale as he was sent flying backward!

Yet, despite being forced back, Xiao Shun felt no panic, only a lingering question in his mind.

Why was there no trace of spirit energy fluctuation in that last strike?

Indeed, Louis’s previous kick had unleashed brutal energy, but there was no sign of spirit energy, which was clearly inconsistent with what Xiao Shun knew.

The technique of spirit pattern engraving required spirit energy to activate. Otherwise, he would have taught Zhu Que to use this technique, sparing himself a lot of trouble. But what was going on with Louis?

Before he could ponder further, Louis, enveloped in ferocious energy, lunged at him.

His fist, emanating an eerie red glow, came crashing down heavily.

Suddenly, a visible barrier appeared around Xiao Shun, fully resisting Louis’s punch.

“Clang!”

The punch heavily struck the barrier, even dimming its faint shimmer.

Seeing this, Xiao Shun’s eyelids twitched.

This was no mere protective Qi; it was the spirit energy he emitted outwardly.

But Louis, the lunatic, had nearly shattered the defense with a single punch. What kind of strength was this?

“It seems your defensive capabilities are quite abundant!” Louis slowly withdrew his arm, surveying Xiao Shun with amusement.

Shrugging, Xiao Shun regained his composure and inquired, “How did you acquire the spirit pattern engraving technique? And how did you apply it to yourself? Tell me everything, and I will spare your life.”

“Spare my life?” Louis chuckled derisively, as if he had heard a colossal joke.

“It seems Mr. Xiao Shun hasn’t quite grasped the situation. The one currently prevailing is me!”

As if to prove his point, Louis swiftly threw a punch at Xiao Shun, striking the barrier of spirit energy surrounding him.

Instantly, the spirit energy barrier dulled, on the verge of collapsing.

“Do you really think that possessing these spirit pattern engravings makes you invincible?” Xiao Shun glanced at him indifferently, his words laced with contempt.

“Isn’t it?” Louis smiled dismissively.

Before he could finish, he suddenly saw a silver needle, emitting a faint blue light, hurtling toward him.

Empowered by the spirit patterns, Louis’s reflexes were incredibly sharp at this moment. However, he didn’t dare to be overconfident. He swiftly abandoned the readily available Xiao Shun and flipped backward, evading the attack.

Witnessing this, Xiao Shun couldn’t help but feel annoyed. The target of his needle had been the acupoint beneath Louis’s ribs. If successful, it would have disrupted the opponent’s supernatural abilities, as even the most powerful beings relied on their internal acupoints.

But Louis was a seasoned assassin, and his vigilance didn’t waver as the situation unfolded. He wouldn’t relax until his enemy drew their last breath.

Thus, for Xiao Shun to rely on a silver needle to turn the tide was no easy task.

Amidst the swaying shadows of the trees and the faint moonlight, the two remained motionless, each contemplating their next move.