Son-in-law's Romantic Life

However, this understanding was basically just hearsay. Wild Fox wasn't very clear about what exactly happened to me.    

If Wild Fox wanted to find out more about me, he would have to figure out how strong I really am before he could think of a way to deal with me.    

Of course, Wild Fox would never take the initiative to do such a thing. Borrowing the strength of others was Wild Fox's favorite thing to do.    

Bloodmassacre was such an idiot. With just a few words from Wild Fox, he was provoked.    

I knew that this was a trap dug by Wild Fox, but I had no choice but to jump down.    

In the face of this kind of challenge, I have no way of rejecting it. Because I am not only representing myself, I am also representing the entire Dragon Palace. Thus, I can't retreat.    

On the road, the stronger you are and the more flamboyant you are, the more people fear you.    

But if you are a coward, then people will think that you are easy to bully, bullying you to death.    

This is a very realistic place. The law of the jungle has been deduced to an extreme here.    

Furthermore, Bloodmassacre's words have already infuriated me.    

I stood up from my chair and stared at Bloodmassacre.    

Behind me, Xiaolin and Brother Feng had worried expressions on their faces. They knew that there was no way to stop this from happening.    

They also knew that I was very strong, but Bloodmassacre wasn't weak.    

In this world where the strong prey on the weak, Bloodmassacre's strength was undeniably strong for a brainless fellow to be able to reach his current position.    

Even I may not be a match for Bloodmassacre.    

Bloodmassacre was totally different from Ah Kun.    

Xiaolin even slightly regretted in her heart. If she had known that the storm would be so fierce, she should have taught Master Zuo's ancient martial arts to me as soon as possible.    

However, I am fearless. I stared at Bloodmassacre and hooked my finger at him. "Call me grandpa? You are not worthy."    

The cold voice and the provocative action had obviously infuriated Bloodmassacre. He could only see that this fellow's flushed face had become exceptionally ferocious at this moment.    

I was a newbie and Bloodmassacre was a senior. Under such circumstances, I should be the one to take the initiative to attack, lest I lose the reputation of bullying the weak.    

However, it was obvious that Bloodmassacre wasn't someone who cared about this kind of thing. He suddenly let out a shout from his throat. In the next second, that muscular body instantly rushed towards me and raised its huge fist. He violently smashed down towards my face.    

This simple action, when used by this fellow, had a powerful force that caused one's heart to palpitate. The fist that was the size of a jealous jar could be called an iron fist, and it was enough to crush everything in front of it.    

The attack began at this moment.    

The people in the surroundings quickly spread out, forming a circle in the middle, allowing the two of us to fight here.    

Bloodmassacre's movements were very simple. This guy did not have any fancy moves. He only had the simplest, fiercest, and storm-like attacks.    

The huge fist, under the effect of this guy's brute force, appeared especially terrifying. With a swoosh, it arrived in front of my face.    

At this moment, my neck tilted slightly. My fist brushed past my ear and whistled. I could even hear the ear-piercing sound in my ears.    

Before I could counterattack, Bloodmassacre's next move had already appeared. He raised his right leg abruptly and struck me with his knee. His knee was aimed at my stomach.    

This move was also incomparably swift and fierce. Both of his hands lightly pushed against Bloodmassacre's knee. Under the impact of the impact, his body slid along the ground and slid backwards.    

Before he could stabilize his footing, Bloodmassacre's fist once again hit his face.    

He was truly an expert. There was no doubt about this. This fellow's strength was absolutely terrifying.    

Although he was obviously not a martial arts practitioner and did not have any tricks or tricks, the techniques that he had trained through years of fighting and killing on the road were not ordinary and powerful.    

This fellow seemed to be very good at suppressing the chain attacks. He attacked like a storm at the start. His fists were densely packed like raindrops, completely enveloping me. His legs were also constantly launching attacks.    

Almost every attack was with all of his strength. The sounds of his fists and feet were exceptionally sharp.    

Under such fierce attacks, I seemed to have been completely suppressed by Bloodmassacre.    

Under Bloodmassacre's attack, not to mention fighting back, even dodging became very difficult as my body kept retreating.    

That scene, in the eyes of Bloodmassacre's underlings, made them especially excited. Each of them screamed loudly, and they could even hear the sound of him being beaten to death.    

As for the other underlings, their expressions were also a little strange.    

Although they didn't think that a newbie like me would be an expert, they didn't expect that I would be so weak in front of Bloodmassacre. I didn't even have the chance to fight back. Isn't this a little too much?    

However, there were a few people who had slightly different expressions on their faces.    

As the saying goes, the laymen would watch the show, while the experts would watch the trick.    

Whether it was Wild Fox or Brother Wolf, Phoenix or Viper, they could all tell that something was wrong with the situation.    

Although Bloodmassacre's attack was very fierce, the number of times it came into contact with my body was pitifully few. Occasionally, there would be a few collisions, and it would also be the time when my attack was blocked.    

It seemed like he had suppressed me, but in fact, I didn't suffer any injuries. In fact, I didn't even use up a lot of my strength.    

Moreover, the movements between the movements were very agile. Ordinary people wouldn't be able to do it.    

However, Bloodmassacre was different. Although Bloodmassacre's attack was very fierce, this kind of fierce attack consumed a lot of Bloodmassacre's physical strength.    

No one could maintain this kind of fierce attack for too long.    

This was also the combat style Bloodmassacre was most proficient in. He used his height and size. He used his unparalleled strength to instantly suppress his opponent. His opponent didn't even have the time to wait for him to run out of energy before being knocked down by him.    

Seeing me constantly dodging, Bloodmassacre's expression became even more excited.    

He kept roaring in his throat, "Stinking brat, weren't you very arrogant just now? Continue to be arrogant. Why are you jumping up and down like a monkey? Are you a flea?"    

Bloodmassacre's eyes were filled with pride.    

However, I didn't say anything. My eyes were locked onto the huge man in front of me, looking for the best opportunity to strike.