The Magnificent Son-in-law Chapter 652: Your Turn

Hua Ling's punch directly stunned the four old n.

The little girl, Lin Zhiyan, and Lu Yao all frowned simultaneously.

This girl, who looks so frail, is actually so formidable?

Lin Zhiyan thought about it; in a one-on-one situation, she could achieve the sa effect, but to do it as effortlessly as the girl, without seemingly using much strength, was absolutely impossible.

According to this line of thought, there are only two possibilities.

First, the girl is naturally endowed with great strength.

However, Lin Zhiyan didn't think this was the case, because if it were pure strength, Aspergillus oryzae's ribs would already be broken.

Second, it's based on technique, hitting the right spot to maximize damage with limited strength.

Lin Zhiyan leaned more towards the second possibility, and the reason was simple: Xiao Feng had been obsessively studying techniques these past days.

Thinking of this, Lin Zhiyan couldn't help but feel puzzled. What is the relationship between this girl and Xiao Feng?

"Who... who are you?" Aspergillus oryzae wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looking at Hua Ling with deep apprehension in his eyes.

Hua Ling's face was cold as frost, and she said, "You don't even know who I am and yet you tried to attack . Clearly, you're not anything good."

Hu Guangxin stepped forward, speaking solemnly, "It was indeed wrong of him to attack, but our purpose here this ti is to capture the three girls behind you.

And from my observation, you don't seem to be here to protect them.

So why don't we both take a step back?

Let us take those three girls, and then we'll apologize to you. How about it?"

In the past, Hu Guangxin would habitually stroke his beard while speaking.

But today was different. Earlier, the little girl had yanked out so much of his beard that his chin felt like it was burning, and he didn't even dare touch it.

The wind blowing by felt like it would carry away his remaining beard.

"Who told you I'm not here to protect them?" Hua Ling slightly tilted her head, her tone like that of a sulky child.

Hu Guangxin's face darkened, and he suddenly shouted, "All together now!"

As he spoke, the four of them spread out, launching an attack on Hua Ling.

"A leopard never changes its spots!"

Hua Ling cursed and started to handle the situation leisurely, countering each move.

During the fight, several concealed weapons flew towards her at tricky angles, but she dodged them all easily, almost as if she were dancing, her movents so elegantly poised.

After a while, Hua Ling laughed, "Is that all you've got? I'm done playing with you!"

In the latter half of her sentence, her tone turned sharp.

"Bang! Bang!"

Hua Ling's fists shot out, landing a punch on soone.

The two struck by her punch turned red-faced unnaturally in an instant, just like Aspergillus oryzae earlier, then staggered back, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Hu Guangxin took a sharp breath; in just a few minutes, he saw no less than ten different martial arts styles in Hua Ling, which is virtually impossible in traditional martial arts.

Conversely, if soone could truly incorporate the strengths of various styles, they would certainly not be an unknown figure.

"Girl, who taught you to be so formidable?" Hu Guangxin asked with a heavy expression.

Hua Ling coldly retorted, "What's it to you?"

"Fine, today I'll give you a lesson on behalf of your master, to show you what the heights of the sky and depths of the earth an!" Hu Guangxin said with a tone of "you don't know your place."

Generally speaking, whether in literature or real life, when such words are said, it usually ans a big move is about to follow.

Lu Yao, the little girl, and Lin Zhiyan exchanged a look, each becoming extrely vigilant to avoid being caught off guard by unexpected happenings.

But facing Hu Guangxin directly, Hua Ling seed exceedingly calm.

And this calmness felt more like disdain, like the Tathagata Buddha facing Sun Wukong.

No matter how much the monkey transforms, causing chaos, he can't escape the Buddha's palm.

Hu Guangxin was seen with his palms facing up at his sides, slowly raising them, as if channeling energy.

Hua Ling watched with cold eyes, as if watching a circus clown perform.

This was obviously an act of overconfidence, akin to watching your opponent loading bullets into a clip.

At this mont, the wind picked up.

The air filled with swirling dust, imdiately obstructing the view.

Hua Ling squinted her eyes, standing still as the rushing wind whipped against her body.

"She doesn't seem to be afraid of the cold?" the little girl remarked in surprise, tightening her coat around her.

However, surprising as it was, it wasn't shocking enough to drop jaws.

After all, compared to the eighteen Martial Monks often baring their chests, Hua Ling's degree of exposure was clearly nothing.

When the dust settled, Lin Zhiyan suddenly noticed Aspergillus oryzae making a move.

She saw him clenching his left hand into a fist in front of him, holding a folded fan with his right, then slowly opening his left hand, flicking the fan with his right, with a touch of malign intent in his eyes.

"Hold your breath!"

Lin Zhiyan sternly commanded.

It was to remind Lu Yao and the little girl, as well as to alert Hua Ling.

After all, at least for the mont, the other side seed to stand with them, and their fates were intertwined.

Lin Zhiyan naturally wouldn't want to see the "barrier" in front of her fall.

Unexpectedly, Hua Ling closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then opened her eyes to say, "It slls so fragrant, like orchids."

"Good that you find it fragrant!" Aspergillus oryzae said viciously, "Quick, get her now while she's poisoned. She'll be weak all over within half an hour."

Hu Guangxin said nothing in response, just nodded heavily.

In the next mont, he clenched his fists, his upper body rapidly swelling like it was being inflated.

"Pop!"

His shirt buttons popped off, followed by the sound of his clothes ripping.

"Aaaaaah!"

Hu Guangxin howled to the sky, tearing off his upper garnt completely, exposing his muscular physique.

At that mont, though his build was not as impressive as Stallone's, it was certainly enough to outshine so-called gym enthusiasts.

The only flaw was the network of purplish veins covering his skin, like the roots of a tree, or varicose veins magnified tenfold.

"Is it Qi Gong?" Hua Ling tilted her head, muttering to herself, "Seems like it but not quite, never mind, let's fight first."

Hua Ling struck like lightning, punching Hu Guangxin's chest.

"Bang!"

Hu Guangxin didn't budge an inch, gazing at Hua Ling with a mocking expression.

Aspergillus oryzae, however, was amazed; how could she still burst out with such speed?

"Little girl, is that all your strength?" Hu Guangxin chuckled grimly, "Don't bla for being rude then."

As he spoke, his arms shook, directly grabbing Hua Ling by the shoulders, and with a mighty fling, threw her away.

In their gaze, Hua Ling appeared like a teor, becoming smaller and more distant.

Hu Guangxin turned to look at Lin Zhiyan and the others, grinning, "Now it's your turn!"