Urban God of War: The Live-in Son-in-law-Chapter 222 Wind Fist Style

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Peak martial artists are just that, not Martial Kings, there's ultimately no insurmountable chasm. Li Tiegang had been ruthless this time, having invited three friends over to join the fray overnight.

"As if the old man is afraid of you."

Feng Shanyi shattered the Taishi Chair beneath him with a single palm. Though his mouth professed fearlessness, his heart secretly sensed trouble brewing, facing four Great Grandmasters, and two of them alarmingly close to peak levels.

"All of you, come at me together; beat him into a pulp and throw him out."

Whether or not you're afraid is your concern, whether I fight is up to me.

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Li Tiegang gripped two mallets the size of fists and launched a triple-pronged attack towards Feng Shanyi, while the three others exchanged glances and struck like thunderclap.

Compared to Ye Feng and others, it was the Martial Alliance hall in Dongyun City that erupted into conflict first. Li Tiegang's intention was clear: today, no matter what, he intended to detain this arrogant elder of the Feng family. As for any trouble that might follow— that was no longer his concern.

Wind Holding Villa, the Feng family of Dongyun City, was situated within.

Arriving at the entrance of the Feng family, Ye Feng began to hesitate. Along the way, he had studied much about the Feng family and realized that this Dongyun City clan wasn't like the typical tyrannical landlords. On the contrary, the Feng family had an excellent reputation in Dongyun City, often standing up for the oppressed villagers.

"My Lord, shall we tear it down?"

Sima Zhantian looked at the golden Feng family plaque, itching to take action.

"Leave it be, let's go inside first."

Ye Feng strode forward.

"Stop right there!"

"Where do you folks hail from? If you have matters requiring the Feng family's assistance, please wait here momentarily while I send someone to announce you. If you're here for a visit, please state your names."

Four guards, inside and outside the doors, reached out to block Ye Feng's way.

"Out of the way, a good dog doesn't stand in the way."

Sima Zhantian clenched his fists, ready to strike at any moment, but was halted by Ye Feng.

"Neither seeking help nor paying a visit, I am Ye Feng. You have two minutes to bring out your family head to see me. If you're even a second late, I'll dismantle this place entirely."

Ye Feng flicked his wrist.

"What a bold claim. How dare you..."

The guard to the right hadn't even finished speaking when a gust of wind blew in, sending him flying five meters back, landing with a cough that spewed blood.

Looking for trouble!

The remaining three guards finally realized that the persona before them was not someone they could contend with. One sprinted into the courtyard to raise the alarm while the other two retreated inside, readying themselves for battle.

"Who is this bastard so bold and reckless to cause trouble at our Feng family's doorstep?"

Soon after, a middle-aged man dressed in a green long robe hurried out. Astonishingly, all who followed him were martial artists — five were Grandmasters.

"Feng Yansong, open your damned eyes and see clearly. It's your grandpa, me!"

It was only yesterday that Sima Zhantian had clashed with the man now emerging, the head of the Feng family. If the Old Eastern King hadn't declared the fight was to be limited to light contact only, Feng Yansong wouldn't be standing here capable of speaking today.

Why should Sima Zhantian show respect to the man he had just defeated?

"Sima Zhantian, what brings you back here?"

On recognizing Sima Zhantian blocking the door, Feng Yansong was momentarily taken aback and then filled with anger.

His impression of this wild and aggressive man was indelibly marked. They had agreed to a friendly spar with clear limits yesterday, yet this brute fought like a man possessed, ferociously and desperately. Feng Yansong wasn't completely overpowered; rather, he couldn't withstand the other's reckless determination.

Damn it, a ruthless man!

"I find you disagreeable and came to beat you up," said Sima Zhantian arrogantly, fists at the ready.

"Bringing so many men today doesn't look like you're here for a friendly match."

Feng Yansong didn't pay attention to Sima Zhantian's taunting, knowing well that this was the Feng family's turf and that he had no reason to be genuinely afraid of an outsider.

But when he laid his eyes on Ye Feng and the others, a deep fear struck his heart. Feng Yansong wasn't a Martial King, but having been in close quarters with one in his family, he was well-acquainted with the unique aura of a Martial King.

This person whose depth was hard to measure, looking ordinary from afar but profound as the sea up close, making him unfathomable, surely, this man could only be a Martial King.

Feng Yansong broke into a cold sweat — what had his Feng family done to deserve a visit from two mighty Martial King experts?

Indeed, both, since that silent swordsman behind them had to be one as well!

"Spar? Today is a fight to the death," said Sima Zhantian, who tried to continue but was interrupted by a gesture from Ye Feng.

"Today, I came to your Feng family with the intention of eradicating you all. However, considering the good deeds the Feng family has done over the years, I'll give you a chance. Feng Yansong, if you are willing to cripple your own martial arts and start a new life, I'll spare you this time."

Gasps!

As soon as these words were uttered, the crowd behind Feng Yansong was in an uproar. Who was this person, so bold as to demand, in Feng family territory, that the Feng family head cripple his own martial arts? This was not the audacity of a lion-hearted man but the delusion of one who had drunk a bewitching potion.

Ravings of a lunatic!

All the Feng family members and guards were now holding their weapons, their eyes filled with fierce intent, wishing to charge at him immediately.

"All of you, put down your weapons!"

Feng Yansong turned and barked sternly.

What a joke — in the face of a Martial King, the Feng family's twenty-odd members, even multiplied by ten, would not be enough for him to slaughter.

"What's this? You're not listening to me now?"

Feng Yansong directly approached a family disciple and slapped him across the face, leaving the man stunned, and forcing the others to reluctantly drop their weapons.

"Everyone is responsible for their own actions."

"If your Excellency wishes to cripple my martial arts, I, Feng Yansong, have no choice but to accept. However, there must always be a cause and effect in matters. May I ask what offense I have given your Excellency?"

Feng Yansong looked up, his face showing a wry smile.

A Martial King wanted to cripple his martial arts — did he even have a choice? He had none; if he didn't, the other would force him to. Under a Martial King, all are ants, and it's not an unfounded saying.

"You make it sound like I'm a heinous criminal. The Feng family has done many things, and there are things you shouldn't touch. As the head of the Feng family, wouldn't you know better than I do?"

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Ye Feng sneered coldly.

"Martial Alliance!"

Upon hearing what Ye Feng said, Feng Yansong instantly realized where the problem lay.

"Do you prefer to do it yourself, or shall I help you?"

This statement was the final ultimatum; Ye Feng had never set foot in the Feng Family home, but even so, he managed to force the Feng Family's patriarch to make a choice.

Hence, if he were to step in, it could very well turn into a bloodbath.

"I, myself, am a man of some reputation; I'd rather die than submit. But please do not trouble my family. Go ahead!"

Feng Yansong stepped out.

He wouldn't fight Ye Feng, for that would be futile, but he wouldn't harm himself to destroy his martial arts, like a brave man walking to his execution.

"He still has some backbone."

Ye Feng's gaze turned colder.

"My lord, let me do it. This son must be unwilling to accept this at heart. I, Sima Zhantian, vow by military order; if I can't cripple him, I'll apologize with my death."

Just as Ye Feng was about to take action, Sima Zhantian suddenly stepped forward.

"Granted!"

Ye Feng retracted his hand.

"Feng Yansong, roll over here and meet your death."

Sima Zhantian leapt onto the grassy lawn to the right.

"Sima Zhantian, although you helped me by breaking the siege, I won't thank you. To cripple my martial arts, you'll need to see if you've got the ability. Boy, watch the fist."

Feng Yansong stood with his fists poised, and as he threw his punch, a strong wind howled past.

How could this be!

Ye Feng's expression revealed slight surprise; the motion of Feng Yansong's punch reminded him of an ancient school, the Wind Fist Style.

Glancing at Sima Zhantian, he was already exchanging blows with Feng Yansong in close quarters. Both were excellent masters of the fist; yet, their fist forces were totally different. Sima Zhantian's fist force was mainly fierce and powerful, whereas Feng Yansong's was extremely soft and weak, wavering with the wind.

"My lord, it seems the battle is turning unfavorable for Brother Sima. Could it be this old thief hid his true strength yesterday?"

Watching Sima Zhantian unable to overpower Feng Yansong, and occasionally even taking a hit or two, Xia Lengchan's brows furrowed deeply.

No trifling in the military!

Sima Zhantian was backed by his own military pledge; no one could help him now.

"Don't worry, Zhan Tian is best at turning the tables and counterattacking. Didn't you notice that he seems to be taking hits on purpose, clearly allowing them to happen?"

Ye Feng was completely calm.

In the Northern Border Legion, who had more fighting experience than Sima Zhantian? With just a word, a fight would break out, and if he had too much energy, he would look for someone to spar with.

All in all, Sima Zhantian's battle experience was so vast that even Ye Feng had to admit his own inferiority. In a battle of equals, dragging it out would only make him more adept.

"He won't lose. If he does, cut off both my heads."

Xia Lengchan felt a chill down her spine. Xiao Chuanqi was making shocking statements, never content unless he startled others. Having broken through to Martial King, his killing intent had also risen.

"Sima Zhantian, you've lost."

Five minutes later, Feng Yansong had already figured out Sima Zhantian's attack patterns.

He closed in, his body swaying elusively, dissipating the punch's force that came his way. His right fist, like a snake of water, writhed its way up Sima Zhantian's arm toward his armpit.

If it landed, he could render Sima Zhantian instantly powerless, thus clarifying the outcome of their battle.

"That remains to be seen."

Sima Zhantian showed no emotion, his swollen body suddenly pressing down, his right hand also beginning to sway in the wind with Feng Yansong's.

"What!"

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Feng Yansong's face turned to shock, as he tried to defend.

But it was too late. Sima Zhantian, not one to miss such an opportunity, altered his fist force, pushing forward abruptly and striking Feng Yansong directly under the armpit.

"Ah!"

Feng Yansong couldn't resist the onslaught and went limp.

But it wasn't over; Sima Zhantian followed up his advantage, circling behind Feng Yansong's enfeebled body in an instant, and promptly broke his right hand.

"Stop!"

Just as Sima Zhantian turned to break Feng Yansong's second arm, an enraged voice boomed, accompanied by a gale.

In the midst of the raging wind, there seemed to be thousands of fists surging forward, with an impressive force.

"Qi Break!"

Ye Feng also threw a punch.

A golden-colored fist print shot out, unstoppable as it shattered the oncoming fist wind, before crashing into the artificial hill.

Bang!

The three-meter-tall artificial hill instantly crumbled.

"Father!"

Feng Yansong's face was filled with shame; he had been defeated, and both his hands had been crippled.

"Let him go."

An old one-armed man leaped over the wall and walked step by step towards Sima Zhantian.

"The elder arriving after the younger has been beaten, you old fool, do you think my master is easily scared? Just say 'let him go' and expect me to obey?"

Sima Zhantian held Feng Yansong by the neck and lifted him up.