Urban God of War: The Live-in Son-in-law

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Feng Ye had thought that this would be the moment Long Nannan got smashed into a meat patty by Wise and Faithful Martial Lord, but he was soon dumbfounded himself, as Long Nannan easily caught another punch unharmed. She still had an indifferent expression on her face, showing no sign of strain.

"Big dummy, did you skip your meal or something? Is that all the strength you've got?"

With a teasing smile, Long Nannan began mocking, even sticking her head out to glance at Feng Ye standing behind Wise and Faithful Martial Lord.

"Hey, skinny as a bamboo with that tall hat, why don't you send your Shikigami all at once? Fighting this big dummy is just too boring."

Long Nannan spoke brazenly, her tone full of provocation.

Upon hearing Long Nannan's words, Feng Ye was stunned on the spot. Skinny as a bamboo with that tall hat!?

Long Nannan's voice carried, and many people burst into laughter upon glancing at Feng Ye. Indeed, Feng Ye was on the thinner side, his long robe looking rather baggy on him, and with a gust of wind, one could easily spot his legs as skinny as bamboo poles.

"That girl Nannan..."

Ye Feng couldn't help but laugh and shake his head. Onmyoji mainly cultivate their magic techniques and not their flesh bodies, so it's normal for them to be slender. The same goes for the wizards from the Wizard Alliance of Snow Wolf Country who tend to be on the skinny side.

"This nickname is good. From now on, whenever we meet those guys from the Yin-Yang Temple, we will call them that,"

Chi Jark's eyes shone with excitement. He was always interested in nicknames.

Sausage Sister found it amusing and commented, "Nannan is really going to anger that Onmyoji. I'm so done with her."

Obviously, even she was somewhat exasperated by Long Nannan's mischief and eccentric personality, but it wasn't too surprising, given Long Nannan had always been like this and it was pretty normal for her to say such things.

Back in the arena, Feng Ye had snapped out of his daze. He knew Long Nannan was mocking him, and his entire face twisted in anger. It had been so long since anyone dared to insult him; in Fusang Kingdom, at the Yin-Yang Temple, his status as the Great Yin-Yang Master had earned him much respect, and almost no one dared to be rude to him.

No one at the Outer Battlefield would bother to insult him or make up nicknames like this either.

"You will pay for your words!"

Feng Ye looked ferocious as his hands rapidly formed Talisman Seals in the air. With a push and a loud shout, the seals flew towards two other Shikigami in front of him.

"Red Moon Ninja, Divine Treasury Mage, go!"

One was a female Shikigami dressed in ninja garb, and the other a monk in a Daoist robe holding a Zen Staff. With the Talisman Seals entering them, they seemed to come alive in an instant, eyes glowing red with a fierce gaze, quickly fixing on Long Nannan who was still entangled with Wise and Faithful Martial Lord. Both Shikigami took flight towards her.

Long Nannan had just caught two gigantic punches from Wise and Faithful Martial Lord and was grappling with him. Her petite body was incredibly nimble. As the slow-moving Wise and Faithful Martial Lord continued his mad assault with huge fists, he couldn't hit her at all. He could only rage impotently, roaring loudly,

"Pathetic insect, is all you can do hide!?"

Wise and Faithful Martial Lord shouted in frustration.

But Long Nannan somersaulted in front of him, grinning and said, "Who told you this lady can only dodge? Eat my Dragon Fist!"

Long Nannan cried out as she threw a punch, which instantly took on the shape of a dragon's head, bursting with the sound of a dragon's roar and carrying a formidable force as it smashed forward.

Wise and Faithful Martial Lord was pleased, not taking Long Nannan's punch seriously at all. He also swung his large fist to meet Long Nannan's small punch.

Boom!

An explosion sounded, and Wise and Faithful Martial Lord's expression changed the moment he touched Long Nannan's fist. The next instant, his figure, like a giant gorilla, was sent flying backward towards Feng Ye.

Feng Ye's face changed when he saw the massive figure of Wise and Faithful Martial Lord flying toward him.

"Damn it!"

Feng Ye sidestepped quickly, not even bothering about his Shikigami anymore.

The previous assault was impossible to handle. He tried to command Wise and Faithful Martial Lord to stop, but it was ineffective, and he couldn't halt the momentum as if a powerful force had flung him.

Boom!

Wise and Faithful Martial Lord crashed into the ground, his aura noticeably weaker.

Meanwhile, the incredibly swift Red Moon Ninja had already reached Long Nannan.

With a flash of silver light in her hands, a kunai appeared, its edge sharp and chilling. As it was drawn, the Red Moon Ninja swiftly directed the deadly kunai towards Long Nannan's swan-like neck.

Long Nannan simply glanced at the kunai in Red Moon Ninja's hand, her expression unchanged. She took a step back, and a short sword appeared in her hand.

Raising her jade-like hand, the short sword met the kunai head-on, blocking it.

"Ya-ha!"

Long Nannan let out a light shout, her short sword glowing brightly. The Red Moon Ninja's face changed, her kunai trembling in her hand.

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A massive force burst forth from the short sword as Long Nannan raised the hand holding it.

"Rise!"

Long Nannan shouted again, her body suddenly sprung up, and the short sword's cold light shone brilliantly as it severed the kunai in the Red Moon Ninja's hand with a snap!

Red Moon Ninja was sent flying by the strike.

At this time, Ye Feng on the spectator stand was taken aback; he stared at the short sword in Long Nannan's hand, curious, "Where did Nannan get that short sword from? It's a top-level magic treasure!"

Ye Feng's gaze was sharp; he instantly sensed that the short sword in Long Nannan's hand was extraordinary. Although it looked no different from an ordinary short sword, the power it contained was unlike any regular weapon.

Chi Jark and Xiao Rulong also fixed their eyes on the short sword in Long Nannan's hand. As prodigies of the Ancient Clan, they naturally recognized the extraordinariness of the short sword immediately.

"This short sword, it must be forged from Millennium Cold Iron, right? That intimidating cold light on the sword cannot exist if it's not made of Millennium Cold Iron!"

Xiao Rulong analyzed, waving his folding fan. Millennium Cold Iron was an excellent material for crafting offensive magic treasures, and weapons made from it were powerful.

Chi Jark's eyes also shone brightly: "Millennium Cold Iron, that's valuable. Just one pound of it is worth a thousand spirit stones, and besides, it's priceless."

Millennium Cold Iron was a rare material. Typically, its appearance would lead to fierce competition.

"Nannan didn't have such a short sword before, did she? Was it given by Old Man with Big Tobacco Pipe?"

As Ye Feng spoke, he already turned his gaze toward Sausage Sister. Before Long Nannan fell unconscious, he had not seen her using a short sword. Now that a short sword had appeared, and moreover, one that was considered a top-level magic treasure, it could only be explained as having been acquired from Old Long during the past month.

Sausage Sister smiled slightly: "You've guessed it, so what's there left for me to say?"

"Before we returned from there, Old Long gave Nannan some items, this short sword included, and also passed on some cultivation techniques."

Sausage Sister explained.

Ye Feng then sighed softly, "That Old Man with Big Tobacco Pipe really plays favorites, not even letting you guys bring me some good stuff."

Hearing Ye Feng's words, Sausage Sister couldn't help but roll her eyes and retort, "As if you don't have enough treasures on you already."

Although Chi Jark and Xiao Rulong weren't exactly sure who the Old Man with Big Tobacco Pipe was in the conversation, they couldn't help but give Ye Feng a cool glance as well upon hearing him say such things.

Sensing their less-than-friendly looks, Ye Feng coughed lightly and said no more. He knew if the conversation continued, he might just be ganged up on by these folks.

Too many treasures to blame me?

After all, I fought for them myself!

Ye Feng lamented in his heart but chose not to voice his thoughts, as that would truly be asking for resentment.

However, considering everything he now possessed since leaving the Northwest Little Mountain Village, Ye Feng had indeed fought for everything himself. He hadn't asked the village for anything, and Old Man with Big Tobacco Pipe hadn't given him anything either.

Ye Feng himself didn't mind. What he received from the Northwest Little Mountain Village weighed more than any treasure could.

On the arena, Long Nannan had sent the Red Moon Ninja flying with a single strike, even breaking the kunai in her hand. The Red Moon Ninja's face now bore a line of blood.

Feng Ye's expression changed once more; two of his three mighty Shikigami had fallen in the blink of an eye!?

He was well aware that both his Wise and Faithful Martial Lord and Red Moon Ninja possessed eighty percent of his strength. How could they have been defeated so easily? It was truly astonishing.

Now, only his last Shikigami remained: Divine Treasury Mage.

He glanced at Divine Treasury Mage and breathed a sigh of relief. Divine Treasury Mage was the strongest of his three Shikigami, possessing a Realm strength that matched one hundred percent of his own.

"Divine Treasury, summon the Sacred Demon Formation!"

Feng Ye bellowed, directing Divine Treasury Mage as he himself leapt into the air, rising into the sky. He rapidly formed Dharma Seals that radiated white light in the air, exuding a divine presence that emerged in the midst of flight.

Meanwhile, Divine Treasury Mage, who had approached Long Nannan, held the Zen Staff. Upon receiving Feng Ye's command, he tossed the staff into the air, muttering a mysterious curse incantation. A black Array began to spread on the ground of the arena. At that moment, the robe on Divine Treasury Mage turned completely black, an aura of malevolence starting to spread.

Long Nannan, standing right in the middle of the Formation, curiously surveyed the black and white Formations emerging on the ground and in the sky.

At this time, the expressions of the spectators changed slightly.

"Feng Ye is getting serious; that's the Fusion Technique of the Onmyoji!"

"Once the Fusion Technique is successfully cast, it will create an immensely powerful Formation. Its might is incredible, and it must be interrupted during the casting!"

Some of the experts spoke with grave expressions.