Defeating Future Brother-in-Law Huo Wushuang with One Sword

"How did you know I was blind?"

Chen Lang deliberately pretended to be blind, keeping his pupils completely still as he spoke.

"Huh?"

Huo Wushuang froze awkwardly. He had never expected that after striding over so aggressively, the other person would turn out to be blind.

The awkwardness made his face flush bright red, and he wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

It felt as though he were bullying a disabled person, and the moral shame left him utterly mortified.

"I was only joking. Don't take it so seriously." Chen Lang stood up with a smile, deciding to stop teasing one of his future brothers-in-law.

"You brat, you're courting death!"

Once Huo Wushuang realized he had been played, he immediately prepared to attack.

"Wait!"

Chen Lang stopped him. "People are always drawn to beautiful things. If someone as beautiful as your sister walked in and I paid her no attention, then I really would be blind."

"Pfft!"

Hearing Chen Lang's words, Huo Wu, who had been watching from the side, immediately laughed. Then she walked over on her long, fair legs, sat beside Chen Lang, and said, "You're quite good with words."

"Huo Wu, don't talk to someone like him. He's all looks and no substance, and all he knows is how to sweet-talk people. A guy like that is obviously no good." Seeing his sister take the initiative to approach him, Huo Wushuang, equally obsessed with his sister, immediately warned her.

"I've got a temper too! How dare you talk to my Lang Ge like that!" Ma Hongjun slammed his hand on the table and sprang to his feet, pointing at Huo Wushuang.

"So what if that's how I talk? Not convinced? Let's go outside and have a match."

Huo Wushuang looked at Ma Hongjun. "Point at me again, and I'll snap that finger. Believe it?"

"What are you two arguing for? We'll all be family sooner or later."

Chen Lang interrupted their quarrel, took Huo Wu's hand, and said, "Do you believe I can tell fortunes?"

"Brat, let go of her hand! Who the hell is family with you?" Huo Wu did not struggle and simply let Chen Lang hold her hand, her beautiful eyes looking at him curiously. However, Huo Wushuang, the sister-obsessed brother beside her, exploded.

"I want you to tell my fortune, but my brother won't allow it. How about you two settle things first?" Only after Chen Lang reached out a finger and lightly scratched her palm did Huo Wu pull back her jade-like hand.

"I think this kid has the lecherous heart but not the lecherous guts," Huo Wushuang said.

"What if I do have the guts?" Chen Lang stood up, raised an eyebrow, and looked at Huo Wushuang with a smile curling at the corner of his lips.

"If you beat me, then as long as my sister doesn't object, I, Huo Wushuang, will have nothing more to say. You two can do whatever you want. But if you lose, I want the hand that touched my sister just now!" Huo Wushuang said coldly.

"Fine."

Chen Lang nodded. "Then I'll teach you a lesson: don't be so arrogant when you're out in the world."

"Heh, I have the strength to be arrogant. Do you?"

Huo Wushuang walked out of the tavern, sneering at Chen Lang as he revealed his Soul Rings—two yellow and two purple, four in total.

Because his Martial Soul was the Unicorn Fire Tyrant Dragon, his body changed as soon as he summoned it. Blazing flames instantly surged over his entire body, vaguely outlining the shape of a dragon behind him, as though a crimson giant dragon were circling and dancing at his back.

At the same time, his entire body expanded by a full size. His muscles bulged with power, while a layer of scorching dark-red scales gradually covered his skin. Like meticulously forged armor, the scales fit tightly together, glistening in the firelight and radiating waves of heat.

A short horn roughly three inches long slowly rose from the top of his head, resembling a dragon horn. At that moment, he seemed to have transformed into a true Unicorn Fire Tyrant Dragon, inspiring dread at first sight.

"Is that Huo Wushuang from Blazing Academy?!"

"That's right. I just don't know who that kid clashing with him is."

"I don't know him either. He probably isn't anyone famous, right? That kid is really unlucky. Of all people, he had to provoke Huo Wushuang."

"..."

Seeing that a duel was about to take place, many people gathered around with looks of eager anticipation.

"Place your bets! Place your bets!"

Just as the two were about to fight, Ma Hongjun stepped forward and shouted, "Huo Wushuang wins, one-to-one odds! My Lang Ge wins, one-to-three odds!"

"There's such a good deal? I'm betting on Huo Wushuang, one hundred Copper Soul Coins!" said a bearded man with peach blossom eyes.

"Get lost. The minimum is ten Gold Soul Coins. Where am I supposed to find Copper Soul Coins to pay you?"

Ma Hongjun snapped, "Poor people shouldn't gamble. Save it for food."

"Who are you calling poor? Just watch me bankrupt you! I'm betting one thousand Gold Soul Coins on Huo Wushuang winning!"

The peach-eyed man angrily pulled out one thousand Gold Soul Coins. "Huo Wushuang is a genius of Blazing Academy. He became a Soul Ancestor at only sixteen, and he has a top-tier Martial Soul like the Poison Flood Fire Tyrant Dragon. I refuse to believe he'll lose!"

"Exactly! I'll bet one thousand Gold Soul Coins too!" said another burly middle-aged man.

"Then I'll bet one hundred Gold Soul Coins too!"

"Me too!"

With someone taking the lead, everyone began pulling out Gold Soul Coins to bet on Huo Wushuang.

"Looks like even your own people don't believe in you. Your odds are actually higher than mine." A mocking smile appeared on Huo Wushuang's lips.

"I'll bet one thousand Gold Soul Coins on that kid winning!"

At that moment, Huo Wu took out one thousand Gold Soul Coins and bet on Chen Lang.

"It's fine. As long as your sister believes in me, that's enough." Chen Lang shrugged indifferently.

Yet those words cut deeper than a sword cultivator's bonded flying sword. Huo Wushuang's face turned the color of pig liver from rage, and he charged straight at Chen Lang.

"Roar—!"

A blinding red light burst from the horn on Huo Wushuang's forehead. The instant his first Soul Ring lit up, the flames around him surged three feet higher, and a tidal wave of heat slammed toward Chen Lang. The bluestone slabs beneath his feet rapidly blackened before the naked eye, even cracking with fine lines—the sign that his first soul skill, Blazing Charge, had been unleashed.

"Die!"

With an angry roar, Huo Wushuang transformed into a crimson streak of light and charged forward, horn first, accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through the air. His dark-red scales threw off sparks from the friction of his high-speed movement. He resembled an enraged tyrant dragon, with only one target in sight: the black-clad young man ahead, wearing a frivolous smile.

Yet Chen Lang remained motionless, standing there as though he had been scared stiff. Seeing this, many people instinctively cried out in alarm.

But before the cries could leave their mouths, the panic on their faces turned into shock.

Five black Soul Rings appeared behind Chen Lang, and a faint streak of red could be seen within the fifth black Soul Ring. Then, a pitch-black greatsword appeared in his hand.

His fifth soul skill—Seven Kill: Sky Rend Slash—activated abruptly. Sword light flashed, followed by a deafening bang. Huo Wushuang was sent flying dozens of meters away, crashing into a large tree.

"Pfft!"

He spat out a mouthful of scorching breath mixed with blood. The horn on his forehead had dimmed considerably, and fine cracks had even appeared across his dark-red scales, blood seeping from them.

Everyone who saw this sucked in a breath of cold air.