Urban God of War: The Live-in Son-in-law-Chapter 437 - Man and Blade as One and Sword of Sky Thunder

Chuwu suddenly rose from his chair with a clamorous stride, slowly heading towards Sima Zhantian. To be frank, both men had formidable physiques, statuesque like iron towers, except Chuwu appeared even more robust and towering.

"Kid, do you have a problem?" Chuwu looked down on Sima Zhantian with a cold and ruthless demeanor.

Sima Zhantian responded defiantly, "Of course, since the lord is your Little Martial Uncle, you must pay him respects. Otherwise, you'll have to get the approval of my fists!"

"Get my approval, who do you think you are? Just a lowly Martial King Realm martial artist, and an ancient one at that, I really don't know where you get your courage!" Chuwu scoffed. Despite usually being a silent blockhead in the Northwest Little Mountain Village, his words now were domineering.

Naturally, this was to be expected, as the Northwest Little Mountain Village had always been hailed by the Xuanyuan Nation as a Cultivation Sacred Land, even as the center of Martial Arts Study. Over time, this inevitably fostered a sense of superiority among the villagers, a sentiment not outwardly expressed within the village but vividly manifested once they stepped outside.

In fact, this was somewhat similar to the Four Great Ancient Clans. Watching this, Ye Feng began to speculate—there might be some connection between the Four Great Ancient Clans and the Northwest Little Mountain Village; otherwise, the Old Beggar wouldn't have told the Three Elders of the Hong Family of the Ancient Clan that he used to beat them until they lost their teeth searching for them on Forbidden Peak.

Sima Zhantian snorted, "With that said, you must think of yourself as a great master. Let's have a good fight!"

"Have a fight?" Chuwu couldn't help but laugh and shook his head with a lifted corner of his mouth, "Someone like you is not worthy to fight me, but since you insist on challenging me, I won't bully you. I'll strike just three times!"

"Such arrogant words! Never mind three strikes; what's to fear even if it's thirty?" Sima Zhantian was instantly filled with a fighting spirit.

Long Nannan, watching anxiously, knew well the depth of Chuwu's cultivation. Although he had only recently set half a foot into the Golden Core Realm and formed only a Fake Pill in his Lower Dantian, his combat power was still terrifying.

From the outside, Sima Zhantian seemed merely to be a martial artist, and moreover, just a Martial King. The gap between them was simply too vast. There was no comparison.

"Sausage Sister, should we..." Long Nannan whispered.

"No need to intervene. Let them fight," Sausage Sister interrupted directly. In fact, contrary to what Chuwu observed, she had a deeper sense of Sima Zhantian's true capabilities.

To Sausage Sister, although Sima Zhantian appeared to be only a Martial King, he harbored an additional powerful force within him that clearly surpassed the realm of a martial artist. Considering this, Sima Zhantian seemed to have half-stepped into the league of cultivators.

Sausage Sister was genuinely curious about what kind of extraordinary experiences this big fellow had encountered in the past half-year to have gained such an increase in strength. She was eager to see just how powerful the man she valued could be in battle.

Long Nannan couldn't help asking, "Are you sure we shouldn't mediate, Sausage Sister? You can't possibly think Sima Zhantian could be a match for Chuwu, can you?"

Sausage Sister smiled and said, "He might not win now, but I reckon it won't be long."

Long Nannan fell silent, her curiosity piqued, and at that moment, she noticed that even Ye Feng, standing at the side, had no intention of stepping in, seemingly giving tacit consent for Sima Zhantian to engage.

Immediately, everyone stepped out from the hall and went to the Martial Arts Training Plaza on the left.

"I told you, three moves are enough for you!" Chuwu, standing on the Martial Arts Training Plaza, looked like an imposing Vajra with raging aura erupting from his massive frame. The air around him surged without wind, and even the clouds above seemed to change color.

"Don't talk big just yet. No matter where you hail from, how dare you disrespect my lord! I'll teach you a lesson!" The instant Sima Zhantian stomped his foot, his momentum surged explosively.

"Trifling tricks, witness my divine skills!" Chuwu sneered disdainfully, stomping down, and in a flash, a fierce Qi Force shot out.

Like a spinning Wind Blade, the Qi Force raced forward; wherever it went, the very air, with a faint sensation of tearing, testified to the Wind Blade's power.

Ye Feng, standing on a high platform, watched the scene with an unchanged expression. Indisputably, Chuwu was very powerful, but at best, he was just beginning to step into the threshold of the Golden Core Realm, and the fake core he had formed hadn't taken shape for long. In fact, his combat power was not much different from a High-Level Saint Realm warrior.

Sima Zhantian suddenly clenched his fist and punched the ground, creating a shocking crevasse in the plaza. The ferocious momentum rolled out like an upheaval, colliding with the terrifying Wind Blade in an instant.

Bang!

With a resounding boom, Sima Zhantian's fist momentum was directly scattered by the Wind Blade, which continued to surge forward.

Sima Zhantian's face changed, and without any hesitation, he clenched his fist again and let out nine punches in one breath. The fist momentum surged like a tidal wave, finally dispersing the power of the Wind Blade.

"Good kid, I didn't expect you to break my Wind Blade. You have some skill. That was the first move, now for the second!" Chuwu coldly shouted, then raised his right hand and slammed it down, immediately unleashing a Tiger Walking Palm Technique that roared aggressively forward.

Sima Zhantian retreated while gasping for breath, and just then, with a focused gaze, he summoned a gleaming Golden Blade from within. The gigantic blade slashed down, sweeping out a blade momentum like a comet across the sky.

The Tiger Walking Palm Technique clashed with the blade momentum, and the massive tiger suddenly opened its gaping maw, swallowing Sima Zhantian's Blade Intent whole, showcasing Chuwu's palm technique's immense strength.

Ye Feng's gaze sharpened slightly as he noticed something unusual, though on the surface Chuwu's palm movement looked very ordinary, at best a bit stronger. During the exchange, it had transformed, with the Tiger Walking Palm Technique directly opening its jaws, a most extraordinary occurrence.

"This is a type of Palm Divine Power!" Sausage Sister explained, probably noticing Ye Feng's confusion.

"I see," Ye Feng nodded in understanding.

However, at that moment, Sima Zhantian raised his massive Golden Blade and, in one breath, swung it eighteen times. The terrifying blade momentum rushed forth like a landslide, finally managing to disrupt the opponent's Tiger Walking Palm Technique.

Chuwu's expression hardened as he frowned and said, "You're clearly nothing more than a Martial Artist in the Martial King Realm. How do you harbor such a treasure inside you? How did you achieve this?"

Sima Zhantian burst into laughter and said, "Wishful thinking! Do you think I'd tell you? Kid, you have one more move. Let's see if you can bring me down!"

Chuwu was furious, gritting his teeth as he shouted, "The previous two moves were just a preliminary probe. Since that's the case, don't blame me for not holding back. If you die, it's not my fault!"

As soon as his words fell, Chuwu's hands formed a strange Dao Technique. Suddenly, the weather changed, and dark clouds rolled in over Northern Cloud Residence, followed by thunderous roars.

Ye Feng suddenly looked up, exclaiming in his mind, "Could it be that he's using the Sky Thunder Divine Ability?"

At this very moment, Sima Zhantian's expression also became extremely grave; he clearly knew that his opponent was about to get serious.

"Thunder Movement, Sword of Sky Thunder, condense!" Chuwu invoked a mysterious Dao Technique, and the surging dark clouds erupted with blue lightning. The lightning converged, forming a blue Sword of Sky Thunder.

"Sausage Sister, it looks like Chuwu isn't holding back anymore. It seems you might have to intervene, or Sima Zhantian might..." Long Nannan said with a worried face.

Sausage Sister, however, waved her hand and said, "No need to worry. Let's first see what Sima Zhantian is capable of."

Sima Zhantian took a step back and then, with a fierce look, stamped his foot, propelling himself into the air towards the azure Sword of Sky Thunder.

"What's he trying to do!" At that moment, Sausage Sister's face showed shock, and worry finally appeared on her features. Just as she was about to intervene, Sima Zhantian's body suddenly erupted with a fearsome Qi Force.

The terrifying Blade Intent materialized, and Sima Zhantian began to spin wildly. In that moment, under the influence of the Blade Intent, he appeared as a blade itself.

"Man and Blade as One, he's actually reached this extent. No, something is off about the Qi Force he's emitting to project this Blade Intent!" Long Nannan suddenly exclaimed in shock.

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Sausage Sister couldn't help but laugh joyfully, "That's not Qi Force; that's Spirit Essence. He's converted most of his Qi Force into Spirit Essence and stepped into the ranks of Cultivators, almost on par with us."

"He's a Cultivator too? How can that be? How did he do it?" Long Nannan asked in surprise.

"Well, we might have to ask your Little Martial Uncle about that!" Sausage Sister finished and turned to look at Ye Feng.

At that moment, Ye Feng pretended not to hear and did not engage with the others, his eyes fixed on Sima Zhantian while he inwardly marvelled at the big man's talent. His original Qi Force wasn't substantial, as he was simply in the Realm of the Martial King, so converting his Qi Force into Spirit Essence wasn't as difficult as for Ye Feng.

But in just a few short days, Sima Zhantian had converted most of his Qi Force into Spirit Essence. His talent was extraordinary, and the ease of his conversion was largely due to the uniqueness of his physique.

Additionally, Ye Feng noticed that inside Sima Zhantian there was an even greater power, yet up until now, the big man had shown no intention of deploying this fearsome force.

Boom, boom, boom...

Sima Zhantian charged at the azure Sword of Sky Thunder, transformed by his Blade Intent, but as soon as they collided, he was sent flying and crashed heavily into the ground, creating a deep crater. Apparently, his internal organs had suffered different degrees of injury.

Upon seeing this, Chuwu sneered, "Merely flesh and blood; how can you dare to confront my Sword of Sky Thunder head on? Aren't you just seeking death!"

However, as his voice faded, the Blade Intent that had separated from Sima Zhantian began to gather frantically and then exploded with a loud bang, instantly shattering the powerful Sword of Sky Thunder.

Seeing this, Sima Zhantian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, laughing hee-hee as he stood up.