The Crazy Son-In-Law

“Then let’s see if you can.” Xiao Shun said indifferently.

Sikong Chen instantly said with a livid face, “You arrogant brat! You think that just because you can cast some nasty illusions you can challenge me.”

“Do you all love talking bullshit in Old School Society? Let’s get started, and maybe we still have time for dinner.” Xiao Shun said impatiently.

“Stupid!”

Sikong Chen gathered his energy and then flung his palm. A fierce and sharp wind blade, wrapped in his raging anger, tore through the air and headed straight for Xiao Shun.

What a formidable wind blade!

The people around the stage all had the same thought.

However, in the next second, they only heard a light noise from the stage.

The harsh wind blade approached Xiao Shun but instantly disappeared.

What’s going on…?

Sikong Chen looked astonished.

“If I’m not wrong, you learned the wind blade from the Zuo family, right? Who is your master? Zuo Zhiyuan, or Zuo Zhiheng?”

Xiao Shun smiled blandly and said.

“How do you know my master’s name?” Sikong Chen frowned in confusion and said.

His master was exactly Zuo Zhiyuan, who was now a branch head of Old School Society. He had always been in the south, and they had always kept a low profile, so how could Xiao Shun know this?

Xiao Shun sneered and said, “Forget it, let me show you what a real wind blade looks like!”

He then casually waved his hand.

Wind blade!

Several wind blades cut through the air and shot towards Sikong Chen like a bolt with a chilling whistling. These wind blades were much more severe than those of Sikong Chen.

Sikong Chen was horrified and he frowned. At this point, even if he wanted to dodge it was too late. He hurriedly gathered his energy in front of him as a shield.

Boom!

The chopping power instantly exploded in front of him. He took several steps back, and could barely stabilize his posture.

Sikong Chen’s face was pale and he felt his blood rolling in his chest. Although he had made it to block the blow he just received, however it was so aggressive that he felt like his organs were about to be shattered.

“How do you know wind blade?”

Xiao Shun said softly, “A real wind blade should be a condensation of energy.”

“You are still too weak. Either your master is unwilling to teach you everything, or you haven’t learned enough!”

“Nonsense!” Sikong Chen said sternly.

He had followed Zuo Zhiyuan at the age of seven. For fifteen years, his master had treated him like he was his son, and he respected his master like he was his father. He spent more time with his master than his own father, so there was no way that his master would not be willing to teach him everything.

He did not learn enough?

It was even more unlikely. He had an extraordinary talent and he worked harder than everyone else. If they only used wind blades in a fight, occasionally he could even defeat his master.

“When you dealt with Duan Jia, you used the ninth stance, Wind Whistle, right? Then let me show you the real Wind Whistle!”

Xiao Shun stepped closer to him and lightly slapped down his palm.

Sikong Chen immediately felt a manic hurricane above his head pressing down towards him as if it were a mountain.

Boom! The whole stage looked like it was about to collapse and was then covered in smoke and dust.

After the dust and smoke fell all down, the ground near Sikong Chen had cracked into pieces.

He stood there in a daze, his gaze sluggish and motionless.

Poof! A moment later, he fell to his knees and was no longer conscious.

Before he lost consciousness he didn’t think that he would not even have a chance to fight back in front of Xiao Shun!

There was a long dead silence in the room.

Xiao Shun put his hands in his pockets and looked around the stage.

There are so many big shots sitting around the stage, they had either enormous wealth or power. And at this time when they look at this young man, they all had a chill down their spine.

That was the Tier Eight fighter of the Old School Society! He defeated Tian Bin in one move, and Duan Jia in three, yet in front of this young man he actually did not even have a chance to fight back. What kind of monster was this?

When was there such a monster in Oakland!

The crowd could not help but have the same thought: in front of him, they were just ants, and he could crush them with just a twist of his finger.

Song Linger had long risen to her feet, tilting her head when she was looking at him.

Was this really her master? She thought she knew him well enough, but the shock Xiao Shun brought her at this time could not be described in words.

Inexplicably, her eyes were already teary.

The Sikong family were still in disbelief. Was this really that waste coward son-in-law of the Yao family? What kind of monster had Sikong Xing offended?

If they hadn’t already witnessed everything today and rashly retaliated against him, they would simply be burying the entire Sikong family!

Xiao Shun was indifferent. His master had a whole collection of martial arts, and the wind blade was just one of their less impressive ones.

He just happened to read it when he was bored, and at that time he was already in Posterior. For such low-level skills he could comprehend all of them with just one look. He only practiced it a few times when he had nothing else to do in order to kill time.

At this time, Chai Yuanqing had come on stage and told his men to carry Sikong Chen down for treatment. After all, he was from Old School Society, and even the big boss behind him didn’t want to mess with them.

He asked as usual, “Are there any more challengers?”

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The once most likely candidate for the championship, Sikong Chen, had almost been killed by him easily. If they went on stage, wouldn’t they be seeking death?

The champion of this high tier fight would no doubt belong to Xiao Shun this time.

Song Qingzhou sat on his chair with his hands clasped over his chest when he was staring at Xiao Shun in a daze. Finally he shook his head in shock.

His two missions were then solved like that. One by his daughter and one by his daughter’s “boyfriend-to-be”, so he didn’t have to do anything at all.

It’s just that the surprise brought to him by this Xiao Shun was so big that he was still a bit overwhelmed.

On the other hand, Long San lowered his head and was silent.

“San, what’s wrong with you?” He seemed very sad, so Song Linger asked curiously.

Long San lifted his head and looked at her, “Mr. Xiao won, didn’t he?”

Song Linger blinked, “Yes, he is receiving the prize on stage right now.”

“I bet two hundred thousand.” Long San’s expression finally changed a little.

Song Linger dawned on what he said, “I bet fifty million…”

Hou Chenghe looked back at the two people, and he almost cried, “I bet twenty million.”

Next to them, Wen Guangliang and Cai Junmin both looked livid and did not say a word.

They each bet fifty million on Sikong Chen.

But now they didn’t have time to feel sorry for the fifty million loss. They had repeatedly spoken out against Xiao Shun just now, and at this time they only felt afraid that he might just come at them.

Song Linger only wanted to roll her eyes and quietly said in his heart.

It seems that today even the blind could run a billion-worth investment companies…