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

The four finalists had emerged, and by this time the entire Martial Dao tournament had clearly entered a sort of climax, with many in the audience exclaiming in shock. As for the Ancient Martial World, it seemed much quieter in comparison, and there were even those who felt a sense of frustration.

After all, practitioners from the Ancient Martial World had trained in martial arts from a young age, with some even starting their cultivation in their mother's wombs. Thus, in terms of Martial Arts Cultivation and Innate Bone, they were much stronger than those from the Mortal World.

Yet now, of the Nine Great Sects of the Ancient Martial World, only two individuals had made it into the final four, representing the Buddhist Sect and the Confucian Sect of the Sacred Mansion. In contrast, the Utility Pavilion had only four competitors, but two of them had made it into the final four, taking up half of the slots.

This was nothing short of humiliation for the Ancient Martial World. They naturally couldn't be pleased, and what was more important was that the young man in white showed a Martial Arts Talent and Combat Power that seemed to be far stronger than that of his peers, which was the last thing the Ancient Martial World wanted to see.

As for Northern King Ye Feng, even now, not many had high hopes for him. After all, as the fights had progressed to this point, Ye Feng had nearly exhausted all his trump cards. In other words, people were close to seeing through his depth, while the others still had some reservations.

At this moment, the host Zhao Gongming reappeared on the high platform and spoke loudly, "First, I must congratulate the four talents who have made it to the final four. No, you are no longer just talents, but having reached the final four, you are the dragons and phoenixes among men, the Heaven's Proud Sons of your peers, true prodigies!"

As his voice fell, thunderous applause erupted once more around him. Fortunately, Zhao Gongming knew very well that his beloved disciple was still in a difficult situation in the Southern Territory, so he didn't ramble for too long and soon announced for the four to come up on stage for the drawing of lots.

Since it was the semifinals, even if time was pressing, it wasn't possible to have the matches run concurrently. After the four went on stage for the drawing, the results came out, Ye Feng had drawn the letter A, and so had the young man in blue robes from the Confucian Sect of the Sacred Mansion. The two automatically became each other's opponents.

The bald-headed man from the Buddhist Sect would face off against the white-robed young man from the Bu Family Ancient Clan, as theirs were letter B, meaning the contestants holding letter A would take the stage first.

"There's no need for the two contestants of group A to leave the stage; they may start their bout immediately. The two contestants of group B, please step down and wait for your turn!" Zhao Gongming's voice rang out.

The young man in white had already turned to leave, but suddenly, he twisted his head back to look at Ye Feng, smiled slightly as he lifted the corner of his mouth, and asked, "If I remember correctly, your name is Ye Feng, right?"

Ye Feng was taken aback, completely unclear why the man would suddenly ask such a question. He smiled faintly and replied, "You have a good memory."

The young man in white said indifferently, "Perhaps others can't see it, but you can't fool me. The path you are on already bears some semblance of the Ancient Era. You are quite impressive; I look forward to you becoming my opponent, and I hope you won't disappoint me!"

Without waiting for Ye Feng to react, the young man in white shrugged and walked down the stage.

Ye Feng couldn't help but shake his head inwardly, thinking ruefully, "He really does act superior. Well, in that case, I won't mind knocking him down from his pedestal!"

It was at this moment that the Heaven's Pride of the Confucian Sect across from him suddenly laughed coldly and said, "If you want to reach the end, you'll have to get past me first!"

Ye Feng turned his head to look at him and couldn't help but ask with a smile, "You talk as if you're not afraid, but I wonder if your fists are as big as your words."

The pride of the Confucian Sect stood stiff and straight, clad in a blue robe that made him appear exceptionally upright and handsome, especially with a faint aura emanating from him, seemingly vast and righteous, adding to his imposing stature.

The pride of the Confucian Sect spoke with a cold voice, "Just now, my teacher messaged me, saying you've inherited that person's martial arts and magic treasures. He told me to be wary of you, but as I see it now, you're just slightly stronger. You haven't grown strong enough to be a threat."

Ye Feng couldn't help but ask with a smile, "So you're saying that you've completely seen through me?"

The pride of the Confucian Sect also smiled and said, "Of course, I've been paying attention to you since your first match, all the way until now. You've finally used all your techniques, the Emperor's Armor, and the Spear of the Ancestral Dragon, as well as the Wushan Thunder Seal. Those are all your magic treasures, right?"

As he spoke, the pride of the Confucian Sect slightly lifted the corners of his mouth and teased with a playful smile, "If you have any other moves that you haven't shown yet, it would be your acupoints. Since you've practiced his cultivation technique, your acupoints are far more numerous than other martial artists. But this... won't pose any threat to me!"

Ye Feng couldn't help but express his admiration, "To be honest, you do know me very well. However, it's unfortunate that what you know of me is still just the tip of the iceberg!"

The two exchanged words on the platform, and if the audience below were not aware of the situation, they might think they were old friends catching up after many years apart. Meanwhile, the Grand Sect Leader Zhao Gongming on the high platform grew secretly impatient, thinking they should hurry up and fight, considering that the Southern Territory was preparing for battle.

However, Zhao Gongming knew that even as the host, he couldn't rush them. After all, this seemingly mild conversation was actually a form of confrontation: a psychological battle, so he couldn't intervene.

The pride of the Confucian Sect chuckled and then said, "The tip of the iceberg? Don't make yourself sound so mysterious. No matter what, facing me, you are destined to lose!"

"Remember my name. The one who will defeat you is called Cui Youya!" After Cui Youya finished speaking, he leaped into the air. As a warrior of the Fourth Stage of the Divine Communication Realm within the Divine Path, even his casual movements carried immense power.

A powerful gust surged towards Ye Feng, which would have stifled an ordinary warrior of the God Realm with its overwhelming force, making even their Qi Force struggle to circulate, let alone retain any combat power. This was the overpowering might of Vast Righteousness.

Yet, unfortunately for him, Ye Feng was no ordinary man. Although his realm wasn't as high as his opponent's, trailing by an entire Great Realm, when it came to the robustness of Qi Force, he was undoubtedly much stronger than Cui Youya, in both quantity and quality.

As for the understanding of martial arts, Ye Feng was certainly not inferior. The only shortcoming was the opponent possessed an incredibly powerful Object of the Divine Path. Of course, Ye Feng's Spear of the Ancestral Dragon was far from ordinary too.

"Condense!" Cui Youya brought out his Object of the Divine Path right from the start, the same Book Mountain from before.

The massive Book Mountain radiated a terrifying Righteous aura, containing immense power, and loomed over Ye Feng's head like Mount Tai, pressing down upon him.