The Crazy Son-In-Law

Xiao Shun gritted his teeth and took a stride into the black wave formed by brick fragments and soil. Instantly, everything in front of him turned pitch black. His body felt as if it had crashed into a wall covered with sharp blades, and he was wounded all over in the blink of an eye. Luckily, this sensation didn’t last long and he soon broke through.

Suddenly, everything brightened again, and Gu Baiyi reappeared in his line of sight. Gu Baiyi seemed to have noticed something wrong, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. Upon seeing Xiao Shun, he relaxed again.

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“I never run away.”

Xiao Shun exerted force under his feet, poured his last bit of energy into his right fist, leaped up, and struck with all his might!

“Naive! Do you think you can fight to the death with such a desperate move? You overestimate yourself!”

Gu Baiyi sneered, lifted his palm, and took Xiao Shun’s punch head-on.

Boom!

A large wave of Qi rolled around them, and the ground trembled violently. Several houses around them collapsed, causing dust and smoke to rise. After a moment, everything quieted down quickly. The dust settled.

All the buildings within a radius of hundreds of meters collapsed, and the rising dust lasted for more than a minute. Gu Baiyi’s expression was solemn, he slowly retracted his violently shaking palm, a trace of disbelief floated in his eyes. He looked down at his feet, where a deep depression had formed from Xiao Shun’s punch.

He was secretly amazed. This man’s strength exceeded his estimate. Despite being at the end of his tether with that last strike, it still carried such a great force.

Cough!

Xiao Shun lay on his back about ten meters away from Gu Baiyi, covered in dust, coughing up a mouthful of fresh blood in pain. He felt his Qi and blood rolling and pouring inside his body, and his internal organs felt as if they were on fire, quickly draining his life.

Gu Baiyi slightly frowned.

This guy actually withstood my full-strength blow!

He’s still alive!

In the entire Old School Society, below the four Masters, probably no one could directly withstand a full-strength blow from Gu Baiyi and still survive. Xiao Shun’s performance shocked him.

Xiao Shun was not dead, but he might as well have been. His energy was depleted, his face pale, and he felt as if every part of his body no longer belonged to him, except for his mind, which was still somewhat clear.

“Master!”

Tears welled up in Song Linger’s eyes. She was not much better off than Xiao Shun. The rebar that had pierced her calf had been pulled out by her, and blood was flowing freely. Her T-shirt was stained with fresh blood, and dust covered her, making her look extremely dirty. Her disheveled hair covered her face, which was covered in dust, a far cry from her usual youthful beauty. She looked like a little mud doll.

She stumbled towards Xiao Shun in pain. She had never seen Xiao Shun in such a sorry state. Her heart was as if it was being cut with a knife, and tears flowed like a spring.

Born into a wealthy family, she should have lived a pampered life. But due to her father’s affairs, she had suffered a lot. Because she liked martial arts, her body had never been free from injury. But all the bad things she had endured in her life did not amount to a fraction of the pain she felt at this moment.

As she stumbled towards Xiao Shun, a shadow darted forward, landing a harsh kick on her. Song Linger’s attention had been entirely on Xiao Shun, leaving her defenseless. Her slender body was hurled several meters away, like a fallen leaf.

She lacked the strength to retaliate, nor did she wish to. All she wanted was to see how Xiao Shun was faring. She spat out a mouthful of blood, gritted her teeth, and crawled up from the ground, once again moving towards Xiao Shun.

Yang ZiNuo observed Xiao Shun with a teasing expression, then turned his gaze on Song Linger. He sneered, “Such deep master-student affection, huh?” He kicked Song Linger again, sending her flying several meters away.

“Weren’t you acting quite bold earlier? Come on, fight me!” Yang ZiNuo taunted, raising an eyebrow. Song Linger looked at him with desolate eyes, her gaze fixed on Xiao Shun, who lay not too far away. She barely noticed him, struggling to get up just to be hit by a fierce kick in her wounded back.

She grunted in pain, falling down again. The mere ten-meter distance between her and Xiao Shun felt like an insurmountable gulf, a path through mountains and raging fires. Nevertheless, she continued to approach Xiao Shun, even if it meant crawling, even if she was covered in injuries.

Xiao Shun was immobile, but he took in everything. He watched as Song Linger disregarded everything to get to him, her bravery reminiscent of her fearless approach to love. A heart-wrenching pain filled him. He tried to open his mouth, yet he lacked even the strength to speak.

Xiao Shun wanted to tell her that he didn’t wish for her to be a fearless warrior. He wanted her to be a carefree, painless princess. It took Song Linger two minutes to crawl the ten-meter distance to Xiao Shun.

Seeing that Xiao Shun was still alive, a hint of relief surged in the depths of her eyes. “Master, how are you? Are you okay?” She scanned Xiao Shun’s injuries with a frown, her voice filled with despair.

Just as she was about to touch Xiao Shun’s pale face, she was kicked away by Yang ZiNuo once again. Observing their pitiful state, Yang ZiNuo felt a twisted pleasure, ignoring the looks from Gu Baiyi and other members of the Old School Society.

Gu Baiyi stood there with an expressionless face, seemingly indifferent to the whole situation. The higher-ups of the Old School Society exchanged glances, their eyes filled with helplessness and pity, yet none of them dared to speak.

Xiao Shun’s veins bulged, his eyes filled with murderous intent as he glared at Yang ZiNuo. “It seems you and your apprentice share a deep bond. I guess it’s more than just a master-student relationship, huh? I know you must hate me right now, but I’ll make you hate me even more,” Yang ZiNuo squatted down to meet his fierce gaze, smirking coldly.

Yang ZiNuo walked over to Song Linger, looked at her indifferently as she lay on the ground like a pile of mud, and viciously kicked her in the leg. Song Linger twitched in pain.

“If you can still get up, kneel and bow to me, then I’ll let you go to your master,” Yang ZiNuo said. Song Linger looked helplessly at Xiao Shun, then raised her head to look at the superior Yang ZiNuo.

“Linger, don’t…” A tear slid down from Xiao Shun’s eye. He tried to shake his head at Song Linger but ultimately failed. He could only grit his teeth so hard they crumbled, swallowing the fragments with his blood.

Using her last bit of strength, Song Linger crawled up and knelt in front of Yang ZiNuo, her eyes hollow, she looked like a walking corpse. She weakly bowed to Yang ZiNuo.

“I beg you…”

“Lowly creature!” Yang ZiNuo’s eyes narrowed. She stomped on Song Linger’s delicate hand and twisted it forcefully. Song Linger’s hand instantaneously became a bloody mess. Each finger connected to the heart, Song Linger couldn’t help but scream.