Urban God of War: The Live-in Son-in-law

East Pole Island was but a minor episode.

Only after completely eradicating the sea bandits on the island did Ye Feng and his companion depart by boat, speeding eastward on their speedboat, cutting through wave after wave with unstoppable momentum.

Within the Eastern Border Camp.

Two figures were fighting fiercely, one with bare hands and the other wielding a large saber.

As the saying goes, "With a saber in hand, I have the world." Despite Xia Lengchan having the advantage of being armed, she was still forced to retreat step by step by the unarmed Sima Zhantian.

His weapon, faced with Sima Zhantian's fists, was like a swallow in a storm, struggling to find an opening. His blade movements were heavy, but the fist force was fiercer; the iron fists seemed to be everywhere, nearly capable of catching the blade's edge with bare hands.

"There's a chance."

In an instant, Xia Lengchan spotted an opening in Sima Zhantian's defense, and with a powerful push from her back leg, she thrust the long saber directly forward.

"Hey!"

Watching the saber break through the fist wind, Sima Zhantian did not retreat but laughed instead.

Madness!

Xia Lengchan hastily redirected her force, already clear that the opening was a deliberate feint by Sima Zhantian. But why he did not dodge was not a question to consider at the moment.

With such a close-range thrust, even if she pulled back, the blade could still penetrate flesh.

"Break for me."

Sima Zhantian bellowed, altering his fist momentum to a crossed-palm stance, snapping towards the incoming saber.

Clang!

The sword broke, and Sima Zhantian advanced again, striking Xia Lengchan's chest with a palm, sending her flying backwards.

"You're crazy."

After a brief silence, Xia Lengchan cursed, clutching her chest.

"You're still able to stand up even with your craziness. Why did you pull back your force just now?"

Sima Zhantian, extremely frustrated, pulled out the broken blade that had stuck in his body and tossed it aside, understanding the question all too well since he would have done the same.

After all, it wasn't a real fight to the death!

"Look, Zhantian, I understand your desire to break through the Martial King's level, but there's no need to torture yourself like this," Xia Lengchan said, looking at the broken saber on the ground with a look of helplessness.

The man had taken a blow to his ego, having sought her out for a fight three times in one day, and while in prior two times it was she who got hurt, this time he took it a step further by standing still and letting her stab him.

Instant enlightenment?

Xia Lengchan wanted to say: "This isn't instant enlightenment, it's your head that's been squeezed by a door."

"What do you know? A real man bleeds. If you hadn't suddenly pulled back your force just then, maybe I would have already broken through," Sima Zhantian said, covering his wound with an expression of bitter regret.

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Knowing when to stop talking, Xia Lengchan held her tongue wisely. This guy was indeed provoked quite badly. Does he really want me to stab through his belly before he'll thank me?

"Hey, have you two been injured?"

"I've just learned some medical skills from a book, go lie down in the medical department, and I'll get something to treat you. This will be a good chance for me to experiment," Hong Qingyan suddenly pitched in, whether they liked it or not.

Whether to stay or fight was a tough call for Xia Lengchan, but fortunately Hong Qingyan appeared just in time to come to her rescue.

Wait, experiment?

Xia Lengchan shuddered, very aware that Hong Qingyan had never learned proper medical techniques before; if she was allowed to experiment by stabbing them all over, wouldn't that be a disaster?

"Mistress, I'm fine, just a bit of chest pain. Resting will fix it, but look at Zhantian, he's bleeding. He's the one in need of urgent treatment," Xia Lengchan quickly threw Sima Zhantian under the bus.

"No need, no need; this little scratch means nothing. There's no need for the Mistress to trouble herself over me," the pitiful Sima Zhantian said, not realizing the severity of the situation, simply not wanting too much contact with Hong Qingyan.

"No, it can't be helped. You're bleeding so much and it's nothing?"

"Quickly head to the medical department and wait there. Is it because Ye Feng isn't here that my words don't matter anymore?" Hong Qingyan's gaze became increasingly sharp.

She knew all too well that in the entire team, the only one who could keep Sima Zhantian in check was Ye Feng himself, sometimes even Xiao Chuanqi's personal intervention was not effective.

...

Ye Feng had no idea that in less than one day of his departure, Hong Qingyan, having just read a few days of medical books, dared to sew stitches with a needle, or else he would probably have silently prayed for the pitiful 'guinea pig'.

At this moment, Ye Feng and Xiao Chuanqi had long since left the Territory of Xuanyuan Nation, to be precise, they had reached the High Seas.

The High Seas, as the name suggests, refers to international waters that are beyond the jurisdiction of any nation and not claimed by anyone. Offenses committed in the High Seas typically bear no legal responsibility, leading to chaos in these waters where pirates run rampant.

"Ye Feng, I have the courage to tell you the address of the Ronin Guild because I'm not afraid you have the strength to take it down. There's still time to turn back before we get there, it's not too late," Shuiyuan Longzhi said weakly as he lay on the deck of the boat.

A few days and nights without even a drop of water was unbearable for anyone; even a Martial King is only stronger in kung fu and physically superior to an average person, but in the end, a Martial King is still human, and humans are bound by natural laws.

"Whether or not I'm afraid is your concern; whether or not I act is mine."

Turn back?

Why would I ever turn back! On East Pole Island, considering the cold cruelty of those bandits treating humans as fish food, I'll sever the reaching arm of Fusang toward Xuanyuan Nation no matter what.

"Then just wait!"

Shuiyuan Longzhi stopped speaking, having given the address of the Ronin Guild, believing in the power of the Guild as one reason, and not wanting to die just yet as the other.

The boat continued unbridled.

Despite the prevalence of pirates on the high seas, those people were not short on keen eyesight. To attack a military speedboat like this one would be to court death, for even if one managed to stop it, within two days of celebration, one's lair would be reduced to rubble.

Two hours later, the speedboat finally stopped at an island.

An unnamed island, spanning no less than ten miles, it was apparent that the island was heavily populated. The cacophony of noises could be heard from afar, and there were also many ships moored along the coast.

A trading post, or perhaps the den of a great pirate.

Ye Feng walked forward calmly, with Xiao Chuanqi silently pulling Shuiyuan Longzhi behind him.

The sword, it seemed, was softly chiming.

Do you also sense that a slaughter is about to ensue?

One by one, the number of onlookers surrounding Ye Feng grew. These people appeared to have flamboyant personalities, with unkempt faces and scantily clad bodies.

A pair of eyes after another cast unfriendly looks.

"Kill!"

Ye Feng spoke indifferently. Two pirates with guns were blocking the path ahead, their barrels aimed squarely at their own foreheads.

"At your command!"

Xiao Chuanqi cracked a smile, and in an instant, he sent the stretcher flying, drawing a silvery flash with his right hand.

There was no suspense. The two insignificant pirates couldn't even make out how the enemy drew his sword before they tasted sweetness in their throats.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Gun after gun was drawn again, and a group of pirates exchanged glances. Their gaze was unanimous—should the two men before them dare to take another step, they would dare to open fire.

This was their turf, and not the place for two soldiers in uniform to behave recklessly!

"You can try and see if guns are of any use against me."

Ye Feng raised his hand towards a pistol that had fallen on the ground and then, without hesitation, fired a shot at his own left hand.

Bang!

The pistol smoked, but Ye Feng's left hand remained unscathed, the bullet pinched between his fingers.

The Martial King's power was enough to deal with any ordinary firearms. Only if faced with specially-made sniper rifles could they pierce the protective qi shield and be lethal with a single shot.

"Martial King!"

"It's not just him who's a Martial King; I didn't see anything."

"Friends, it's a misunderstanding."

...

Pirates are pirates after all—each one more afraid of death than the next. What business of theirs is it what Ye Feng came to do, as long as he isn't looking for them?

The crowd dispersed in an instant, leaving the place spotless.

The only rule on the high seas is if your fists are hard enough. Ye Feng's expressionless face showed that it wasn't yet certain whether this group of pirates could leave.

"Feng!"

Lying on the stretcher, Shuiyuan Longzhi weakly spat out the word.

A blade light, carrying a dull yellow glow, struck from behind Xiao Chuanqi with the force of a bamboo splitter.

"I've been waiting for you."

The blade light was fast, a signature blade draw technique unique to the ronin, but Ye Feng's movement was faster than the blade light, shielding Xiao Chuanqi in an instant.

Palm blade, unleashed in a flash.

"How could this be?"

A ronin's eyes bulged as he slowly fell to the ground.

"How is this possible?"

"Ye Feng, have you broken through?"

Shuiyuan Longzhi was horrified. The man who had fallen was on the same level as him—one of the Four Great Protectors of the Ronin Guild known as "Mountain."

"No."

Ye Feng said indifferently. His fear wasn't that these ronin would attack; it was that they might escape.

"Damn it!"

Suddenly, Shuiyuan Longzhi burst his chains open, slapped the ground with his palm, and propelled himself into the air.

H could wait no longer. His opponent's strength had grown inscrutably powerful; if this went on, the entire Ronin Guild might be toppled by him. Then he, Shuiyuan Longzhi, would become the criminal of the Fusang Kingdom.

In the face of the instinct to survive, potential is limitless, not to mention someone like Shuiyuan Longzhi who embodied the spirit of samurai.

Mid-air, Shuiyuan Longzhi wildly struck out with his qi force, propelling himself forward in flight.

"How foolish."

It was because Shuiyuan Longzhi didn't look back; otherwise, if he had seen the expressions of Ye Feng and his companion at that moment, his urge to flee might have instantly cooled.

"It's just a matter of sooner or later. Have the roots of these pirates been figured out yet?"

Ye Feng wasn't in a hurry to pursue. He had already installed a new type of tracking device on Shuiyuan Longzhi.

"It's been found. They're from Charlotte Lingqiong's Reserve Corps, one of the Four Great Pirate Kings."

In Xiao Chuanqi's hand, there was a silver screen flashing through faces rapidly.

"No wonder. It must be that foolish woman who vowed to conquer the East Sea, apart from her, I guess no pirate would dare to be so blind as to oppose us, the Xuanyuan Nation."

"A mere Reserve Corps, what a pity. Kill them all!"

A casually uttered phrase determined the fate of all pirates on the island. Daring to work with ronin and oppose the Xuanyuan Nation?

Death!

Xiao Chuanqi nodded, his lips curling into a smile once more—a Grim Reaper's smirk—as his figure leaped away.