The Strongest Urban Son-in-law

Chapter 1765: Chapter 1793: Battle Against the Zhan Clan

As soon as the words fell, the young warrior from the Zhan Clan pushed his power to the limit. His muscles bulged piece by piece, emitting a terrifying strength, his body vibrating. Then he took a step forward, smashing through the sound barrier, and in the blink of an eye, appeared right in front of Ye Feng.

The young Zhan Clan warrior, wielding a spear, swept it horizontally towards Ye Feng, his body exploding with Blood Qi.

The mere airwaves stirred by the spear were like a tsunami, quickly crushing towards the surroundings.

The terrifying airwave made it difficult for everyone to breathe, with the wild wind engulfing Ye Feng.

Holding the Frost Sword in his hand, Ye Feng exuded an icy aura. The terrifying tide crashed against him, but he stood there unwavering, letting the endless waves crash upon his body.

Then, Ye Feng swept out with his sword, clashing directly against the spear of the young warrior from the Zhan Clan.

Immediately, the waves of energy from both their attacks collided, unleashing endless currents.

A metallic clash reverberated in everyone’s ears as the spear and sword collided.

In an instant, the force of a thousand pounds erupted from both sides, with the terrifying aftermath rushing in all directions.

”What!” Instantly, shock appeared in the eyes of the young Zhan Clan warrior. Ye Feng’s immense strength overwhelmed him, transmitting to his arms. The young warrior immediately felt a sharp pain in the web of his fingers.

”Swoosh!” The young warrior couldn’t hold his spear; it flew out of his hand instantly.

”Boom!” The spear flew into the mountain wall, deeply embedding itself in the rock.

However, the young Zhan Clan warrior had no intention of stopping. Instead, he tightened his fist, aiming a heavy punch at Ye Feng’s face, explosive force erupting, directly raising a layer of terrifying tidal waves.

The fist wind surged out like a dragon, ready to swallow and tear Ye Feng apart. Ye Feng simultaneously extended his right hand, clenching his fist, foregoing the Frost Sword, and countered with his punch.

Ye Feng’s fist, radiating with burning Blood Qi, like a scorching sun, collided with the young warrior’s punch.

”Bang!” Another dull thud sounded as their fists collided heavily, energy rippling.

”Thump thump thump~~” Ye Feng surprisingly suppressed the young Zhan Clan warrior again, unable to control his stance, he stumbled back three steps, each step denting the ground, creating potholes.

The earth shook violently, like an earthquake of magnitude seven or eight; the young warrior was stunned.

It’s understood that the Zhan Clan has always been confident in their physical prowess, especially at War God Mountain. Their invincibility in battle was unquestioned, yet now, he, a Zhan Clan warrior, was consecutively beaten and repelled by an outsider. This frustrated the young warrior immensely.

”How is this possible!” The young warrior roared, stopping his retreat, his right foot stomped heavily on the ground. Gathering strength from his foot up to his waist, then delivering it to his arms, focusing on his fist, he launched another punch.

However, Ye Feng had already reacted, swinging his fist to clash with the young warrior’s again.

”Bang!” Another dull thud sounded as their fists clashed, like a large hammer pounding a drum in the sky, the sound of eruptive force resonating.

This time, Ye Feng and the young warrior from the Zhan Clan were evenly matched, yet excitement gleamed in Ye Feng’s eyes.

”Again!” Ye Feng shouted, throwing a punch towards the young warrior’s face.

That punch came with unmatched speed and tremendous force. The fist wind howled, while the young Zhan Clan warrior also launched a punch towards Ye Feng’s face. This time, neither dodged, allowing the other’s fist to strike their face.

”Bang!” Instantly, a terrifying punch landed heavily on each other’s face.

”Wow!” The young warrior felt intensely uncomfortable, spitting a mouthful of blood, retreating. Ye Feng’s face bore a bright red fist mark, evidently hurt too, but less so than the young warrior.

”Again!” Ye Feng yelled with joy, forgoing weapon combat. He hadn’t battled like this in a long time, abandoning weapons and techniques, pure body-to-body combat, trading blow for blow!

Ye Feng took a step, swinging his fists, transforming into a storm of punch shadows. Ye Feng’s fists, like a hurricane, relentlessly pounded the young Zhan Clan warrior. The warrior was defiant.

”Ah~~” The young warrior roared, raising his fist, crazily punching towards Ye Feng.

”Boom! Boom! Boom!” The air exploded as dense punch shadows collided, echoing dull sounds through the air, fist against fist, punching bodies, waves of aftermath continuously reverberating.

Ye Feng’s fists kept hammering the young warrior, while the warrior’s fists struck Ye Feng’s body.

Their shirts were torn apart by each other’s blows, bare-chested, their fists marked with bruises. The more the warrior fought, the more shocked he became, realizing Ye Feng’s physical endurance surpassed his own.

They madly pounded each other, Dean Qingque, Guardian Liu Huayuan, and Han Yi were already stunned.

They never imagined Ye Feng and the young warrior could engage in such a brutal fight. If it had been them, enduring so many blows with just their bodies, there would likely be nothing left of them.

The fist clashes, the more the young warrior fought, the more astounded he became, constantly repelled by Ye Feng’s immense force, showing signs of defeat, gradually tiring.