The Road to Becoming a Son-in-Law

Chapter 91: An Unexpected Kill

The big man was surprised and felt his lower body become unstable. In the short time it took for Chen Feng to appear behind him and throw him more than ten meters away in a wrestling motion.

However, in the end, he still didn't fall flat on his face, but he was still a bit disheveled.

He was absolutely certain that Chen Feng's strength was not as great as his, and that he was definitely slightly inferior to him.

But unexpectedly, this guy had such unpredictable movement techniques.

Like a monkey, once you stick to it, you can't see its movements for a long time.

This kid is even more difficult to deal with than I imagined!

This new realization made him feel deeply humiliated.

"You little brat, you actually lied to me about so much..." he gritted his teeth.

Chen Feng forced a smile before saying, "I said I could hold out for five minutes, that's five minutes for everyone, but I didn't say that I could only hold out for five minutes against you."

After saying that, he asked in surprise, "Besides, you can believe anyone, but you insist on believing the enemy. I don't think I could possibly be telling the truth either..."

The burly man's forehead veins bulged.

If we're talking about how a man's mouth can be a liar, this guy is definitely a prime example.

He Yi's expression suggested he wanted to applaud him personally.

Then he thought for a moment and said, "Brother Chen, it's been four minutes."

This reminded the big man.

He charged forward again, and this time, having learned from his previous experience, he attacked with his punches, no longer probing or entangled.

Having already lost a significant amount of spiritual energy, Chen Feng, whose strength was originally evenly matched, is now at a disadvantage.

His muscles were as hard as steel, and the Buddha's Jade Hand couldn't move him.

Chen Feng frowned, and the next time he was grabbed by the leg and about to be thrown out with a loud shout.

Chen Feng rolled three times on the ground. When he looked up again, he saw the big man rushing forward once more, punching him in the leg.

"Since you can run so fast, I'll cripple you first! Let's see how you run then!"

Chen Feng's eyes were gloomy.

At that very moment, as if the long-awaited opportunity had finally arrived, a black light flashed, and the fat cat suddenly darted out of the ring.

"Ouch!"

A low growl followed immediately by the sound of flesh being torn apart.

While everyone was holding their breath for Chen Feng, no one expected that a scream would come from the big man's mouth.

At the critical moment, Chen Feng still had the strength to roll over and dodge, and the jade in his pocket rolled out once again.

But unlike the time when he waited for me, the bloodstains left on Chen Feng's hands had dripped onto it at some point, and it was absorbed directly.

At this moment, the red light is so strong that it looks extraordinary.

"It's actually glowing now?"

He muttered something to himself, but didn't pick it up immediately. However, when he looked at the big man again, he saw three bloody claw marks on half of his face, so deep that the bone was visible. He looked extremely ferocious.

He was furious: "Damn it! I'll kill you."

As he spoke, he pounced on Chen Feng again, displaying an unwavering determination to kill him.

Upon seeing this, Chen Feng realized he had directly angered the man, so he quickly picked up the jade stone from the ground.

It's strange to say.

The jade I just received suddenly felt warm, as if there was fire burning inside the stone.

Chen Feng was surprised and almost failed to dodge his punch.

The burly man approached again, about to order Chen Feng to throw away the jade. Chen Feng, using his "Buddha's Jade Hand" technique, sensed the changes in the jade, raised his hand, and unexpectedly plunged the jade into Chen Feng's heart.

The big man's body suddenly stiffened.

Chen Feng looked down and saw that what had just been a piece of jade in his hand had turned into a folding knife with a vermilion hilt.

Because of his seemingly non-resisting movement, the folding knife pierced directly into his heart.

The scene was a little awkward for a while.

Chen Feng smiled and said, "It's an accident that this stone can turn into a knife. I'll pull it out for you right now."

As he spoke, he pulled out the knife without hesitation, and blood spurted out immediately, but fortunately Chen Feng dodged it.

The burly man clutched his heart and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

But in the end, he didn't utter a single word before collapsing to the ground, truly dying with his eyes wide open.

In the end, he probably only has two words to express it: despicable!

Chen Feng breathed a sigh of relief, holding the folding knife that had suddenly appeared in his hand, his face full of disbelief.

The knife is about the length of his forearm, and is a short knife.

The blade is flat and straight. The tip of the blade is not curved, but rather at a 4-degree angle like a ruler. At first glance, it looks a bit like a broken knife.

The hilt, vermilion in color, had a somewhat ornate and retro pattern, resembling some kind of incantation.

The matter was resolved as agreed. Chen Feng examined the knife and increasingly found that its existence subtly exuded a sense of solemnity.

This knife is definitely of superior quality. Back then, the old man, my master, had him practice the first half of the Heavenly Evolution Daoist Technique, which included palm techniques, body techniques, and hand techniques.

Although weapons are not mentioned, it is said that the second half of the book relies on weapons, and he is asked to choose a weapon from a pile of broken copper and scrap iron early on.

In the end, however, Chen Feng did not select it because he had not yet found the second half of the volume.

However, the old man knew that Chen Feng was looking down on his weapons; after all, Chen Feng had bluntly stated that they were just a pile of scrap metal...

So, when Chen Feng encountered such a high-quality folding knife, his expression lit up.

However, at that moment, footsteps approached.

After watching the show unfold for a while, Su Han finally stopped being a background character.

He descended from the sky, but his purpose was quite obvious. He was staring intently at the folding knife in Chen Feng's hand.

His gaze shifted from initial shock to excitement, and finally to pure jealousy.

Insane jealousy.

His eyes were slightly red as he stared intently at Chen Feng and stretched out a hand: "Give him to me!"

Having said that, the person immediately appeared in front of Chen Feng and raised his hand to strike.

The palm strike was powerful; this was clearly an attempt to steal by force!

Chen Feng suppressed the urge to hurl insults, and in a brief exchange, he immediately widened the distance between the two.

"Hey, you old geezer, I was standing on the side enjoying the cool air when I asked you to help protect it, but now that it's in my hands and looks like this, you're reaching out to me."

Chen Feng smiled sarcastically, saying, "Don't be so shameless!"

"This thing originally belonged to our Martial Arts Association! Hand it over to me, or I will disqualify you from the competition!"

Su Han's expression was cold and furious; clearly, he was even dissatisfied with Chen Feng saying more.

This kid's mouth... no one can resist it!

Chen Feng was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled and threw the folding knife to him.