Reborn Martial Son-in-law

On the way back to the hotel, although it was already dark, there shouldn't be any empty feeling in this big city like Mo Capital.    

    

However, there was no one in the vicinity. It was as if there was some sort of hidden danger.    

    

Faang Yang immediately became alert. He locked the car beside Zhao Qingwu and said with a serious face, "Stay in the car and wait for me. No matter what happens, you are not allowed to get off."    

    

Faang Yang's expression suddenly became serious. Zhao Qingwu also realized that something was wrong and immediately nodded in agreement.    

    

Not long after Faang Yang got off the car, a katana flashed with a cold light and stabbed towards Faang Yang's right abdomen without any warning.    

    

Faang Yang chuckled. His entire body dodged this fatal blow in an extremely strange manner?    

    

Faang Yang continuously threw a few palm strikes in the direction of the katana, but his palm strength seemed to have been blocked by something, followed by a groan.    

    

The owner of the katana appeared. He was short and had a moustache on his head. His appearance was average and not out of the ordinary. He was one of those people that could not be found if left in the crowd.    

    

It was a Island States Ninja, and an extraordinary one at that.    

    

A cold light flashed in Faang Yang's eyes. He stared at the short moustached man and sized him up: "You and I don't seem to have anything to do with each other. Why did you do this to me?"    

    

Hearing that, the short moustached man emitted a strong killing intent. He stared at Faang Yang word by word and said coldly, "Faang Yang, a dying person doesn't need to know so much. If you want to blame something, blame yourself for standing in the wrong group. Next year, today will be your death sacrifice! "    

    

Faang Yang laughed.    

    

Ono's expression changed again and again. He couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. He quickly asked, "Faang Yang, what are you laughing at?"    

    

Faang Yang said playfully: "Even now, you still don't know what I'm laughing at. Are you really that stupid? Alright, let me tell you, if you really had the confidence to kill me, wouldn't you have sneak attacked me just now? "I don't know if you guys are really dumb, or just faking it, but it was so obvious that you were trying to assassinate us. Can you guys be more professional?"    

    

Ono was infuriated. He wanted to retort, but he couldn't. If it weren't for the fact that Sect Master didn't want me to marry you, I would have already f * cking killed you.    

    

Ono Erlang madly roared twice, brandished his sword, and chopped towards the top of Faang Yang's head at lightning speed.    

    

Faang Yang stood still as a mountain. He raised his hands and easily blocked the incoming katana.    

    

"Eight!"    

    

Ono roared, and his right leg drew back a bit, increasing the strength in his hands.    

    

This Faang Yang was strange, no wonder that brat couldn't do anything to him.    

    

The corner of Faang Yang's mouth twitched. He frantically channeled all the power in his body into his hands and suddenly raised them forward.    

    

"Crack!" A sound.    

    

Ono Erlang couldn't help but take two steps back. He looked at Faang Yang in shock, "How is that possible?"    

    

Faang Yang said faintly: "Is that all you have? If you want to kill me, you aren't qualified. Who sent you? "    

    

His face revealed a ferocious expression as he stared at Faang Yang and said while gritting his teeth, "You don't need to know these things. Now, what I want to tell you is that you have successfully angered me, you must die today."    

    

"Hahaha, even if you have that intention, do you have that strength?"    

    

These words completely ignited the anger inside Ono's body. He raised his katana high above his head and rushed towards Faang Yang with "Shattered Steps".    

    

"Cross Slash, first move."    

    

"The second stance."    

    

"The third move."    

    

Faang Yang was injured again in this wave of fast and ruthless attacks. His abdomen was cut, and blood was flowing out.    

    

It looked like he had underestimated his opponent. This ninja was quite strong. But if I didn't want to know who sent you, how could I let you meet me?    

    

When he saw this scene, Ono was so excited that he began to laugh maniacally. "Is your strength not very good just for that one person?"    

    

Hearing this, a cold light flashed across Faang Yang's eyes. He said coldly: "Really?"    

    

"This is bad!"    

    

Ono's reaction was immediate, and he immediately raised his sword to counter it. Warriors with Hua Country were no pushovers. It would probably not be that simple to kill them.    

    

Even though Ono's reaction was timely, his chest was still punched. The pain was unbearable, and he could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood.    

    

Ono's eyes lit up as he wiped the blood from his mouth and glared at Faang Yang. "What kind of fist art is this?"    

    

"Oh, if you don't have a name, why don't you call it reckless boxing!"    

    

Ono, Erlang, who had never heard of such a boxing style before, still felt a lingering fear in his heart when he recalled the endless stream of fist shadows from before.    

    

Thinking of this, Ono clenched his teeth and made a difficult decision. He took out a black bottle, poured out two things, and consumed them.    

    

Very soon, Little Wild's aura changed. As he crazily rose, his strength suddenly rose from the late Nascent Soul Stage to the mid Spirit Severing Stage. His strength had increased by more than half a star.    

    

"Faang Yang, hand over your life!"    

    

"Bright Moon Nine Splitting Slash!"    

    

The powerful killing move was like a tidal wave as it swept towards Faang Yang. Under this kind of attack, Faang Yang no longer hid anything and only used his most powerful moves to fight against Ono Erlang.    

    

The two fought faster and faster. In just a minute, over a hundred moves had been exchanged.    

    

However, in a battle between experts, victory and defeat would be decided in an instant. As long as they weren't careful, they would die without a burial.    

    

At that moment, Ono, who was still in the air, slashed at the top of Faang Yang's head with his sabre in both hands. Faang Yang let out a loud shout and didn't retreat. He turned his fist into a palm and used the Thunder Palm's final move to meet it head on.    

    

The fist and blade clashed, the two crazy and tyrannical powers clashed, and a violent rumble resounded! A loud sound echoed out.    

    

Focusing and looking over, Faang Yang and Little Wild both flew out. The former somersaulted a few times in the air before landing on the ground, while the latter couldn't control his body and fell heavily onto the ground.    

    

Faang Yang looked at Erlang Lang expressionlessly. Since Erlang Lang had forcefully increased his strength, he already had the qualifications to face him head on. Therefore, after a series of attacks, he was unavoidably injured.    

    

Ono stood up while enduring the pain. He stared at Faang Yang and said in a deep voice, "How is that possible?" You are just a middle stage Nascent Soul stage martial artist, that is not true! "    

    

Hearing this, Faang Yang had a playful look on his face as he said with a smile that was not a smile, "I am indeed a Mid Nascent Soul Stage martial artist, but I am also a cultivator. Do you think you alone can kill me?    

    

Ono's expression suddenly changed, and his chest heaved violently. He couldn't help but spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and his face instantly turned incomparably pale.    

    

So that's how it was. No wonder so many Spirit Severing experts couldn't do anything to him. Who would have thought that he was a genius that cultivated both magic and martial arts?