The Strongest Matrilocal Son-in-law

When experts fought, it was usually simple and crude. There weren't any complicated or gaudy moves, just one simple move.    

When the two fists collided, a powerful force exploded out, striking at the surrounding air. It was as though at this moment, the surrounding air was shattered, and in an instant, all the air solidified once again.    

Everyone in the audience held their breath. The massive arena had become completely silent. It was so quiet that it was like there was nothing left, not even the sound of breathing.    

Below the arena, the silence was frightful!    

Because everyone was waiting anxiously, it was Lin Xuan who was hit by the God of Slaughter Fu Ao. It was best if he was sent flying by the God of Slaughter Fu Ao's punch, smashing the iron dragons in his encirclement, and flew out, landing heavily on the ground.    

However, the scene was Lin Xuan taking Jack's punch, and he was standing still on the stage.    

Fu Ao's expression froze as he felt a burning sensation on Lin Xuan's fist. Under the scorching heat, Fu Ao had no choice but to withdraw his fist.    

No!    

This was impossible, how could he withstand a punch that he had used five points of his strength on?!    

What was going on?    

A son-in-law who was called trash was actually able to take a punch from him?    

To Fu Ao, this was an absolute humiliation.    

Amongst the mercenaries, he was known as the "King of Weapons". After killing nearly a hundred soldiers, he was also known as the God of Slaughter.    

How many people yearned for such supreme honor in their dreams? Even if they spent their entire lives, they still might not be able to reach such heights.    

The skill that Fu Ao was so proud of instantly crumbled in front of Lin Xuan. He couldn't even be compared to a piece of trash. If word of this got out, wouldn't he be even worse than a piece of trash?!    

When Fu Ao pulled back his fist, Lin Xuan stood firmly and did not fall.    

"Swish swish, what's going on?" Can anyone tell me what happened on stage? The trash actually didn't fall after taking the God-Slaying Fist? This is way too scary! "    

"So terrifying, that's probably it. A trash can take a God-Slaying Fist head on, what's wrong with this fucking world? Am I still watching the boxing match? "    

"That's awesome! Trash defies the heavens?" "As expected, tonight's boxing arena is the most explosive. Next up, the God of Slaughter will definitely erupt, crushing this piece of trash to pieces!"    

"It's probably because the God of Slaughter wants to play with trash, so he purposely gave that piece of trash a light punch to let him feel good. He will definitely erupt later and completely destroy that piece of trash."    

"Killing gods are powerful! Kill him! Destroy him!"    

"Destroy him, ruthlessly destroy him!"    

"…"    

Finally, it exploded with a booming sound, and the entire arena was once again set ablaze. Cheers, ridicules and noises, caused the entire Underground Boxing Ring to boil up.    

No matter how the audience cheered, only Fu Ao knew better than anyone that he had met a formidable opponent. His punch just now was more than enough to cripple Lin Xuan, according to his assumption.    

However, he could clearly feel that his fist seemed to have hit a steel plate, no, it was more accurate to say it hit cotton.    

And this type of cotton wasn't soft. It was soft in the middle, and soft in the middle. It was as if it was attracted by a strong force and then ruthlessly rebounded back to Fu Ao.    

This strange force was something Fu Ao had never seen before. He didn't have a better option after this and could only clench his fist and leap up. With a "peng peng" sound, his fist carried the wind as it engulfed Lin Xuan.    

This completely shocked everyone. Not only did Lin Xuan not avoid Fu Ao's fists, but every single hit was a direct collision with Fu Ao's fists.    

The more they looked, the more they were shocked. In the end, they discovered that it was Lin Xuan playing with Fu Ao. No matter how much strength he used, in front of Lin Xuan, he was nothing more than an ant trying to beat an elephant with one punch.    

How could this be?    

Lin Xuan was originally a lot shorter than Fu Ao, but in the end, he became the opposite. Lin Xuan was a fierce elephant, but Fu Ao was more like an ant.    

No matter how much an ant dances in front of an elephant, it is nothing but dust, floating dust.    

In the audience seating, those spectators had long been unable to sit still. They had surprised expressions on their faces as they looked towards the arena in confusion.    

"F * ck, I must have seen wrongly! This trash has actually been killed by the God of Slaughter for so many moves, and yet he still hasn't been dried out? This is too strange!"    

"That's right. I suspect that the God of Slaughter deliberately went easy on him. First, he wanted to play with that piece of trash. Finally, he gave the trash a good beating and gave him a heavy blow."    

"It doesn't seem like it. In my opinion, it seems more like Lin Xuan is toying with Fu Ao. Fu Ao has run out of tricks. Even though he is a god of death, he is not a match for Lin Xuan."    

"This... I don't understand, how did this happen? "    

"Oi, God of Slaughter, hurry up and defeat him! Could it be that you're not even comparable to a piece of trash?"    

"Killing a chicken feather god, he can't even beat a piece of trash."    

"We're done for. This time, we lost so much that we didn't even have our underpants left."    

"…"    

These spectators naturally weren't purely here for entertainment, but to participate in gambling. In every round of the competition, they all had gambling stakes, betting on wins and losses, and so forth.    

Seeing the God of Slaughter Fu Ao becoming more and more powerless, the people who betted on Fu Ao's victory were completely dumbfounded, and they also started to curse loudly.    

"F * ck, stupid god of death, not even a piece of trash, trash!"    

"F * ck off, what rubbish is this?! Killing gods?! Trash!"    

"This kid, could he be a scam that was bought by the arena, yet he actually couldn't even win against the most useless person in Shen City?"    

"…"    

The more he panicked, the more Fu Ao wanted to win against Lin Xuan. The more he wanted to win, the faster he would lose.    

He clenched his teeth and waved his fist. Using the last bit of his strength, he decided to make a last ditch effort. He leaped over and punched towards Lin Xuan consecutively with a "Bang, Bang, Bang" sound.    

Or it could be said that he focused all his strength on the last punch, and violently launched the destructive punch.    

"Bam!"    

Under the crowd's dazzled gaze, Fu Ao was hit back by Lin Xuan's fist. His burly body was sent flying and hit the rope before falling to the ground.    

Lin Xuan walked up and slowly squatted down. He sneered arrogantly at Fu Ao, who had already used up all his energy, "How does it feel to be played around by others?"    

Fu Ao gritted his teeth, "A scholar can be killed but not humiliated. Since I have lost, I will be cut to pieces. As you wish."    

Lin Xuan sighed, "Sigh, I've already said it before, I respect you as a man with an unyielding character. How about you submit to me? I will hand over the Underground Boxing Ring to you. How about it?"    

"Stop pretending to be a good person. I don't need you to pity me." Fu Ao lost bravely, but he was still unwilling to give in.    

Lin Xuan didn't insist. He stood up and waved his hand at Fu Ao, "Go!"    

"You are willing to let me go like this? Let me go? " Fu Ao asked in surprise.