The Crazy Son-In-Law

Facing Miao Hong’s provocation, Wen Feng remained exceptionally calm. Among his generation in the Wen family, he was known for his steady temperament. Seeing Wen Feng’s indifferent demeanor, Miao Hong mocked him again. “Are all martial cultivators as timid as you?”

His words immediately drew cheers from the crowd, most of whom were Gu cultivators. Indeed, they shared a common enemy! Listening to the applause around him, Miao Hong laughed wildly. “Haha, we Gu cultivators are not as cowardly as you martial cultivators. Since you won’t make a move, I will!”

With that, he threw two Gu insects towards Wen Feng and quickly charged in the opposite direction. At this moment, Wen Feng faced four opponents: three Gu insects and Miao Hong. In a split second, he assessed the situation and unleashed his Arcane Vigor towards the nearest Gu insect.

“Buzz!” The Arcane Vigor cut through the air with a slight tremor, shooting towards the fingernail-sized insect. Seeing this, Miao Hong quickly formed a hand seal to control the insect to avoid the Arcane Vigor’s range. Seizing this moment, Wen Feng dashed out of the encirclement.

Facing the exposed Miao Hong, he swiftly drew a dagger from his chest and lunged forward with anger. Watching this scene, Xiao Shun couldn’t help but remark, “Wen Yao’s brother has exceptional combat talent!” Nodding in agreement, Song Ling’er added, “His timing is impeccable.”

Wen Feng’s recent maneuvers were fluid and precise, demonstrating near-perfect control over every opportunity. As a result, Miao Hong, who had been confident on stage moments ago, now found himself in a dire situation. He rolled on the ground to narrowly avoid Wen Feng’s dagger.Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

Unlike Ruan Jinshui, Miao Hong didn’t have precious solidified Gu insects at his disposal and could only flee when faced with sharp weapons. Regaining his footing, Miao Hong looked at Wen Feng with anger and shame. “You dare to sneak attack me!”

“Sneak attack?” Wen Feng smirked disdainfully. “Your hand seals were too slow, giving me an opportunity. Now you blame me? Is this your cultivation path?”

Enraged by these words, Miao Hong shouted, “Damn it! I’ll use my Gu insects to rot your mouth!” He then controlled his three Gu insects to spew poisonous mist towards Wen Feng once more.

Seeing this, Song Ling’er shouted urgently from the sidelines, “Be careful!” But her warning was drowned out by the noisy crowd and couldn’t reach Wen Feng.

Sighing helplessly, she looked at Xiao Shun for help. “Master, these poisonous mists are very dangerous. If you hadn’t warned me earlier, I wouldn’t have known how to counter them. This must be Wen Feng’s first time facing a Gu cultivator; I hope he can figure out how to use Arcane Vigor to resist the poison.”

Xiao Shun smiled reassuringly. “Miao Hong’s Gu insects are not on the same level as Ruan Jinshui’s. These mists aren’t as potent as what you faced before. I believe Wen Feng can hold out with his Arcane Vigor long enough to find a solution.”

He then turned his attention back to the stage where Wen Feng was facing three poison-spewing Gu insects. Instinctively, Wen Feng expanded his protective Arcane Vigor to isolate himself from the black mist.

Seeing this, Miao Hong sneered. “Do you think having Arcane Vigor makes you invincible?” Frowning, Wen Feng noticed that the mist was rapidly weakening his Arcane Vigor upon contact.

Such potent poison! If it touched his body… Cold sweat appeared on his forehead as he realized the danger.

Watching Wen Feng’s increasingly serious expression, Miao Hong laughed loudly while controlling his insects. “Haha! While killing is against the rules, rotting your tongue shouldn’t count as heavy-handed!”

He glanced at the host below the stage for confirmation. The host trembled under Miao Hong’s gaze and adjusted his glasses nervously.

Rotting someone’s tongue? That was obviously severe! But as an ordinary person himself, he could only turn a blind eye to avoid trouble.

Meanwhile, Wen Feng’s Arcane Vigor was becoming almost transparent-a sign it wouldn’t hold much longer.

Stay calm! Even in such dire circumstances, Wen Feng reminded himself of the importance of a clear mind in times of crisis.

Suddenly, an idea struck him: The poisonous mist concentrated on specific points of his Arcane Vigor shield in an attempt to break through.

With this realization came a plan: He withdrew his defense and instead used external bursts of Arcane Vigor to counteract the mist.

Gradually diminishing its coverage and intensity until it faded away.

Xiao Shun smiled approvingly from below. “A clever individual indeed!”

“You’re not watching anymore?” asked Song Ling’er curiously as Xiao Shun turned away from the stage.

“The outcome is decided,” he replied confidently.

“But they’re still fighting fiercely,” Song Ling’er noted with confusion.

Xiao Shun explained patiently: “The poison mist is limited by how much those small insects can carry. With Wen Feng now playing a war of attrition against them-how long do you think Miao Hong can last?”