The Crazy Son-In-Law

Wen Feng couldn’t see what was happening behind him, but the audience below the stage had a clear view. Just a meter behind him, a barrier of black mist blocked his retreat.

“Do you know the essence of our Gu technique?” Miao Lijiang asked with a sinister smile.

Wen Feng stood still, his face full of vigilance as he stared at his opponent less than a meter away. A chill unknowingly rose within him.

Seeing Wen Feng’s silence, Miao Lijiang’s smile grew more eerie. “Heh, Gu technique is an art of killing. Once the ‘Gu seed’ is planted, I become the king of my enemy’s life. If I want you dead by midnight, you won’t live to see dawn!”

Wen Feng’s pupils contracted sharply. He realized that Miao Lijiang intended to kill him. Although the Gu Technique Tournament forbade killing during matches, anything could happen afterward. Gu techniques were inherently lethal arts, allowing practitioners to control their opponents’ lives easily-especially those who had been seeded with Gu.

“You injured my brother; prepare to suffer excruciating pain!” Miao Lijiang said, his body shaking as black mist poured out and enveloped both him and Wen Feng.

“What’s happening?” some spectators exclaimed in disbelief.

Song Ling’er watched the black mist on stage with increasing anxiety. She turned to Xiao Shun for help but found he had disappeared.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

The host stood below the stage, eyes fixed on the black mist. Suddenly, a voice startled him. “Can the match be stopped?”

The host turned to see a young man beside him. “Who are you?”

The young man shook his head. “Who I am doesn’t matter. What matters is that if you don’t stop this match, someone will get hurt.”

“Hurt? Who would get hurt?” The host suddenly realized and looked at the black mist on stage.

The young man spoke again, “I remember the rules of the Gu Technique Tournament: no killing and stopping when necessary.”

“Although that black mist looks terrifying, no one has screamed or made any noise. I can’t stop the match under these conditions,” the host said reluctantly.

The young man did something unexpected. He calmly said to the stage, “Wen Feng, surrender!”

Inside the black mist, Wen Feng was desperately using his Arcane Vigor to fend off the mist’s attack. But it was too fierce; his Arcane Vigor was nearly depleted.

Just then, he heard a voice telling him to surrender and was momentarily stunned. “Who are you?” he asked.

A faint voice replied, “I’m Xiao Shun, your sister’s friend. You can’t beat Miao Lijiang. If he plants a Gu seed in you, things will get very difficult. Surrender now; it’s your only way out!”

Wen Feng was surprised but then excited as he recognized Xiao Shun’s name from his sister’s stories about his strength and character.

Realizing Xiao Shun wouldn’t let Miao Lijiang trouble his sister later, Wen Feng gritted his teeth and shouted, “I surrender!”

“Surrender?” Miao Lijiang sneered. “You won’t get that chance!” He tightened his grip, increasing the pressure on Wen Feng until he could barely breathe.

Xiao Shun glanced at the unmoved host. “What are you standing here for? Someone has surrendered!”

The host was confused. “Surrender? I didn’t hear anything.”

Xiao Shun frowned at the black mist. It must be absorbing sound; he had clearly heard Wen Feng surrender.

Without hesitation, Xiao Shun appeared on stage and punched the black mist with a golden light emanating from his fist.

With a loud crash, the black mist dissipated, revealing Miao Lijiang and Wen Feng again. Miao Lijiang held something small near Wen Feng’s mouth with a vicious expression while Wen Feng tried to block him with a pale face.

Xiao Shun calmly said to Miao Lijiang, “He has surrendered; it’s over.”

Miao Lijiang withdrew his hand and jumped back warily. “Was it you who dispersed my poison mist?”

Ignoring him, Xiao Shun helped the weakened Wen Feng up. “Are you okay?”

“If you’d come a moment later, I’d be done for,” Wen Feng said weakly.

Xiao Shun patted his shoulder reassuringly. “Go rest; I’ll handle things here.”

Song Ling’er approached them at the edge of the stage. “Master, I’ll take care of Wen Feng.”

Wen Feng smiled weakly at her. “You must be Sister Song Ling’er; my sister often talks about you.”

“Enough talking; your Arcane Vigor is depleted. You need to recover quickly,” Song Ling’er said urgently as she handed him a pill from her pouch.