The Crazy Son-In-Law

The Cao brothers grunted in unison and were blasted back over ten meters again, crashing into the fake mountain behind them. Rocks and dust flew everywhere in an instant.

The two barely steadied themselves, feeling the taste of blood surging up their throats.

Their faces were covered in dirt and they looked at each other in disbelief. How could such a young girl have such formidable fighting skills?

Granny Kong and the others were also shocked, their expressions changing dramatically.

If even the Cao brothers were no match for the girl, they would be even more helpless against her.

“What are you waiting for? Go, kill that girl first. Then Shun can’t escape. We’ll divide the pellets evenly, otherwise no one gets anything!” Cao Hui shouted at the Little Knives disciples and Sun Chun.

Knowing they were no match for her, the two had no choice but to compromise and rally the others.

The allure of the energy pellets and reset pellets was too great. Even at the cost of their lives, they didn’t want to give up.

Granny Kong and Sun Chun looked at each other. Cao Hui was right.

If they didn’t take care of the girl first, their trip would be in vain.

In their eyes, although Linger Song was formidable, she was still only one against many. If they attacked her from all sides, even with her superior martial arts, it would be difficult for her to handle.

“Attack!” yelled Granny Kong. Over a dozen Little Knives disciples swarmed Song Linger and began fighting with her.

Unwilling to lag behind, Sun Chun stamped his foot, causing the ground to tremble slightly. His body leapt up and joined the melee.

In an instant, shadows flickered as shouts and sounds of fighting erupted chaotically.

“How could that wretch improve so much in just a month?”

A graceful figure stood under a cassia tree not far away, hidden in the shadows.

She grabbed the rough, cracked trunk fiercely, leaving a deep scratch.

It was Zuo Yang, unwilling to miss tonight’s show.

Having been defeated by Song Linger before, despite humiliating her afterwards, Yang still couldn’t get over the defeat since it wasn’t by her own hand.

Seeing Linger overpower the Cao brothers, seemingly even stronger than before, Yang’s jealousy and resentment grew.

“Is this the effect of the reset pellet and energy pellets?” she thought.

The reset pellet could permanently increase a cultivator’s aptitude by 10%. With Linger’s already astounding talents, her cultivation speed was naturally faster than others. Adding Shun’s other auxiliary pellets was like giving wings to a tiger.

“Miss Yang, when do we attack?” asked a burly man beside her.

“Attack?”

Yang shook her head. She had still underestimated Linger’s strength, or rather, her progress. No wonder Shun was so confident. This was his backing.

Yang didn’t believe Shun could recover to his previous level in just a month. Among the many cultivators participating in the Hero Cup, there were quite a few powerful ones.

She had thought tonight would be an entertaining show and possibly even Shun’s end. But now it seemed she had misjudged many things and lost her nerve.

“No rush. Let’s see how things unfold.”

In the heat of battle, Linger kept comprehending the endless, surging power that came with breaking through to the Posterior Stage.

After a few minutes of fighting, she felt no fatigue at all, instead growing more vigorous. She hadn’t felt this free and unrestrained for a long time.

Usually when sparring with Duan Jia, she had to hold back for fear of injuring him.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Even when dealing with the Old School Society stalkers earlier, she didn’t go all out, afraid of accidentally taking a life.

Now she let go of these concerns and fought with abandon, like a wild horse galloping freely.

Executing Ripple Steps, her figure flickered like a ghost, evading the encirclement miraculously like a spiritual snake diving into the sea, a tiger roaring in the mountains.

Whenever she struck out unexpectedly, it threw them into disarray, startling them repeatedly. In less than half a minute, Linger had heavily injured several Little Knives disciples who now lay on the ground whimpering, out of the fight.

In contrast, Granny Kong, the Cao brothers, and Sun Chun were already drenched in sweat, struggling to keep up.

They were no common foes, with even Granny Kong at least in the mid Foundation Stage.

But Linger’s steps and fist technique were unfamiliar to them, too bizarre. Her demonstrated inner strength cultivation was also astonishing.

Perhaps they had seen Posterior Stage masters before, but Linger was so young, looking only in her early twenties. Such profound martial arts at this age was unbelievable.

Seeing an opening, Granny Kong’s eyes glinted sinisterly. She moved in swiftly, her dagger stabbing at Linger’s heart.

At the same time, Sun Chun charged like a fierce tiger, sending a heavy, forceful straight punch at Linger.

His nimble and versatile Luohan Fist, combining hardness and softness, speed and precision, had reached Linger in an instant.

Seeing Linger in grave danger, Duan Jia cried out silently, crushing the glass marble in his hand into fine powder.

Shun seemed unconcerned, smiling faintly, “Concentrate, you’re about to lose.”

Duan Jia looked at him helplessly, “You really don’t care about your disciple.”

“She can handle it.”

Before Shun finished speaking, a wretched scream rang out as Sun Chun flew back ten meters, crashing heavily to the ground with a mangled, bloody arm, the white bones visible.

Granny Kong’s dagger grazed Linger’s nose, suddenly changing from a stab to a slice towards her eyes.

Linger tilted back barely avoiding the vicious blow, then retreated two steps and swept out her leg, kicking the wrist holding the blade.

Unable to quickly change her momentum, Granny Kong took the full force of the kick. Her entire arm went numb, the dagger falling with a clang.

“Not good!” she thought.

Linger leapt up, a small white fist hurtling towards Granny Kong. Kong hurriedly crossed her arms to block.

But Linger’s current strength was beyond her.

Boom!

Linger’s fist exploded by her like a cannonball. Kong’s frail body flew back over ten meters like a kite before crashing down lifeless.

“She killed Granny Kong! Little Knives, kill this wretch and avenge Granny!”

Having suffered internal injuries from Linger’s two punches, the Cao brothers knew they had lost. They immediately tried to retreat while goading the Little Knives disciples to avenge Kong, seeking a chance to slip away themselves.