Urban God of War: The Live-in Son-in-law-Chapter 422: Fighting Body, the War God Appears!

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The tavern was very quiet, and the barkeep had soon gone back inside after bringing the wine. Ye Feng opened the bottle and poured a cup for the Old Beggar, asking, "May I know the senior's name?"

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Who knew the Old Beggar just waved his hand and said, "A name is but a handle, knowing it or not makes no difference. From now on, you can just call me Old Beggar."

Ye Feng nodded without asking further. It was clear this person was free-spirited, such characters do not get bogged down by formalities. He was truly liberated from the worldly concerns, and it made him far superior to those recluses from the Four Great Ancient Clans.

Once the wine was downed, the Old Beggar chuckled and began, "Lad, I gather by now, you've probably guessed my identity, haven't you?"

Ye Feng nodded and said, "If the junior doesn't guess wrong, the senior must be a friend of my sworn brother, right?"

"Friend?" The Old Beggar looked surprised and then smiled, "That's not incorrect. But whether we're friends or not doesn't really matter. You don't need to overthink it. This Old Beggar has always wandered the world unfettered. It's just that back in the day, I owed that old man with the big smoking pipe a favor, so I had to come over."

Continuing on, the Old Beggar smiled slightly and added, "Of course, I invited you for this drink, because I take a liking to you, lad."

Ye Feng couldn't help but smile slightly in return, he quite admired the other's personality. There had been times when he too wished to live such an unrestrained life, but alas, one's station in life often dictates their path, and in his position, there were responsibilities he couldn't shirk.

"How has my cheap senior brother been doing over there?" After thinking a bit, Ye Feng asked anyway.

"He's doing well. Don't let that old fella's perpetual smoking fool you - even King Yama would likely have a hard time claiming his life!" The Old Beggar curled his lips.

"And Sausage Sister and Long Nannan? How are the two of them?" Ye Feng continued to inquire.

The Old Beggar was taken aback and then asked back, "Why, are you acquainted with Sausage Sister?"

Ye Feng gave a slight smile and then briefly recounted how Sausage Sister and Long Nannan had once sought him out.

However, the Old Beggar suddenly asked, "Do you know who Sausage Sister is to me?"

Before Ye Feng could ask, the Old Beggar continued, "She's my granddaughter."

This revelation took Ye Feng by surprise, but on second thought, it made sense. Sausage Sister also came from the Northwest Little Mountain Village and had a very good relationship with Long Nannan. Considering the Old Beggar was close to the old man with the Big Smoking Pipe, their connection seemed quite logical.

"That Sima Zhantian you just mentioned?" The Old Beggar's attention suddenly turned to Sima Zhantian because from Ye Feng's earlier words, he'd gathered that his precious granddaughter seemed to take interest in this man.

"He serves under me, and, of course, he's also my brother!" Ye Feng gave a wry smile; that was how he could only introduce him.

But the Old Beggar, as impetuous as a gust of wind, stood up and said, "Enough drinking, lead me to meet this Sima Zhantian."

Ye Feng suddenly felt that something troublesome was brewing and felt a headache coming on for Sima Zhantian. The Old Beggar's demeanor clearly indicated an intent to vet a potential future son-in-law.

But now that things had come to this pass, Ye Feng naturally couldn't decline. The two men got up, and the Old Beggar called, "Barkeep, seal up my wine. I'll come back some other day when I have time."

So this guy was a drinker after all. But before Ye Feng could react, a force enveloped him, and in an instant, they were soaring, then flying toward the imperial capital.

In the dead of night, the Old Beggar, with Ye Feng in tow, appeared out of thin air in the courtyard of Northern Cloud Residence. He then flopped down on a stone table and commanded, "Go call that Sima Zhantian over, and also, don't let anybody else find out."

Ye Feng had no choice but to comply. Given the situation, he could only hope that Sima Zhantian would behave properly in front of the prospective grandfather.

"Ye Feng lad, don't reveal my identity to him!" the Old Beggar thought for a moment and then called out again.

Ye Feng could only comply as it was obvious the Old Beggar truly wanted to test Sima Zhantian. If Sima Zhantian knew beforehand, the value of the test would greatly diminish.

Sima Zhantian quickly arrived, and Ye Feng watched from the side, arms crossed, with the expression of someone who's about to watch an impressive show.

"My Lord, who is this person..." Although Sima Zhantian was rash, his memory was good, and he immediately recognized the Old Beggar as the one who had acted earlier at the Forbidden City.

Ye Feng said sternly, "Don't ask anything, even if you do ask, I won't tell you. If the Old Beggar asks you anything, just answer truthfully!"

Still confused, Sima Zhantian asked, "Senior, what do you need from me?"

The Old Beggar sized him up and nodded slightly, "Your build is indeed quite impressive, tall and mighty."

Sima Zhantian looked utterly baffled. He couldn't figure out what was going on. Impressive build? Tall and mighty? What was this about—selling pigs or choosing a monkey for a show?

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If Ye Feng hadn't known that the opponent was skilled, Sima Zhantian would undoubtedly have lost his composure.

However, the Old Beggar suddenly asked, "Do you drink alcohol? How good is your alcohol tolerance?"

Once alcohol was mentioned, Sima Zhantian became enthusiastic. He grinned and said, "Of course I drink, but it depends on the company. If the person is right, my tolerance is high. If not, I wouldn't drink even if invited."

"Not bad, you're quite like me!" The Old Beggar finally cracked a slight smile, and then continued, "However, your cultivation level is somewhat lacking. To be at the Martial King Realm at your age is a bit disappointing."

At this, Sima Zhantian disagreed, countering, "Senior, although my realm is low, my combat power is not weak."

"Oh, is that so?" The Old Beggar narrowed his eyes and said, "Tell me, just how strong is your combat power?"

Sima Zhantian chuckled and said, "I can say my kung fu is formidable, but without proof, that's just empty talk. Since senior mentioned my low cultivation level, I ask you to suppress your level. I'm twenty-eight this year, so please suppress your level to what it was when you were twenty-eight, and let's have a fight!"

"Ah, you're not convinced? Well, you do have some guts, I didn't expect you to be so spirited," the Old Beggar mocked with a twist of his mouth, but inside he was increasingly satisfied, fearing the other might be a coward or blockhead.

"Alright then, I, the Old Beggar, will suppress my realm and we'll have a fight!" Having said this, the Old Beggar slowly rose to his feet.

Sima Zhantian stated, "Let's be clear, senior. If you suppress your realm, you can't undo it. If I beat you up, you can't counterattack in a burst of power!"

It seemed Sima Zhantian was scared of being beaten. When Sausage Sister had still been around, he really had been beaten a lot. Of course, getting beaten by a woman he liked didn't bother him, but being beaten up by another man was out of the question.

The Old Beggar was amused to the point of laughter: "Boy, if you manage to hit me, I'll write my name backwards. Make your move!"

Without a word, Sima Zhantian's whole presence intensified; instantly, the yard was filled with moving air, and the surrounding flowers and trees swayed and broke. Stomping his foot, he charged forward like a fierce tiger, throwing a punch.

The Old Beggar didn't dodge, casually standing there. Suddenly, there was a bang, and Sima Zhantian's punch struck him as if hitting an iron wall, leaving the Old Beggar completely unmoved.

An expression of astonishment appeared on Sima Zhantian's face. He took a deep breath and unleashed his full power with another punch.

Accompanied by a thundering boom, a terrifying wave of energy erupted, shattering the stone table behind them to pieces. The Old Beggar took the punch but finally was pushed back one step. Still, it was just one step.

A trace of surprise flickered in the Old Beggar's eyes, but he didn't show it. Although he had suppressed his realm to that of when he was twenty-eight, it's vital to know that he had trained in the dao techniques of the Ancient Daoist Cultivator.

At the age of twenty-eight, his cultivation was already exceptional. Back then, even among the Four Great Ancient Clans, only a few were ahead of him. Yet now, this solid figure had managed to push him back half a step.

This alone indicated that this man was naturally immensely strong. Even so, it wasn't enough to fully please the Old Beggar, just barely meeting the minimum requirement.

"You do have some strength, but if that's all, it's far from enough," the Old Beggar said gravely.

Angered, Sima Zhantian thought to himself that he had already used all his strength, yet his opponent merely stood there taking the hits, and he had managed only to push him back half a step, which was frankly insulting.

Suddenly, a clanging metallic sound rang out, and an ancient bronze blade emerged from Sima Zhantian's body, hovering in the air.

This truly shocked the Old Beggar. The opponent was merely at the Martial King Realm, still violently far from the Divine Path Realm, yet something of the Divine Path had been cultivated inside his body.

"No, that's not an Object of the Divine Path; it's forged from his unique physique. This kid actually..." The Old Beggar didn't finish his sentence when the ancient blade descended through the sky, aimed at him.

At this moment, the Old Beggar couldn't just stand there. With a lightning-fast gesture, he spat out a palm, and his robust palm power created a whirlpool, instantly flinging the blade away.

Yet it wasn't over—Sima Zhantian was evidently the type who grew fiercer the more he fought. The stronger the opponent, the more valiant he became, often exceeding his own limits.

In an instant, Sima Zhantian's momentum surged again, Qi Force tumbling into the blade before slashing down once more, like a comet bringing its might down on the Old Beggar.

At that moment, the Old Beggar's eyes brimmed with deep shock. He suddenly recognized that this bulky figure was no simple matter—he not only had the Body of the Divine Blade but also the Fighting Body. The body that grows stronger with combat was precisely the kind that could become a War God.

The horrific blade force stormed in, and the Old Beggar formed a strange Dao Technique with his hands. Then, a Taiji (yin-yang) pattern appeared and in a flash neutralized this fearsome force.

Sima Zhantian clenched his jaw and grabbed the blade with both hands, ready to strike again.

Quickly waving his hands, the Old Beggar said, "Enough, enough. If we keep going, we might just tear down Ye Feng's whole yard!"

Only then did Sima Zhantian stop, drawing the blade back into his body.