SSS rank Mother-In-Law to an Invincible Family-Chapter 370: The First Match Begins

They were both young men, in their late teens or early twenties, with similar builds and heights.

Their attire was casual and functional, clearly meant for comfort rather than style.

Lei Yixuan had a lean, athletic frame, his movements graceful and precise. His features were angular, with high cheekbones and a strong jawline. His eyes were dark and piercing, reflecting an inner fire.

He had dark brown hair pulled back into a simple ponytail. He wore a light blue shirt, a dark grey vest, and black pants.

Chen Haoran was the complete opposite. He had a broad build, his muscles rippling under his clothes.

His eyes were a deep green, and his features were chiseled, giving him a ruggedly handsome appearance.

He had shoulder-length blond hair tied into a loose ponytail and a scar running across his left cheek.

Meanwhile, the information about the two competitors soon reached the ears of the audience as they started talking about them.

"These two are from the branch lines of their families, right?" someone in the audience asked.

"Yeah, but don’t underestimate them," another spectator chimed in. "Chen Haoran and Lei Yixuan are considered top-tier talents in the branch line families. Their rankings in their respective lines is no joke."

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Up in the VIP section, representatives from the Chen and Lei families watched closely. This was more than just a fight—it was a chance for the younger generation to prove themselves.

Xu Yong stood at the edge of the arena, his voice carrying over the murmuring crowd. "Chen Haoran and Lei Yixuan, you both know the rules. No killing, and victory is determined by knockout, concession, or the judges’ decision if time runs out. Are you both ready?"

Chen Haoran cracked his knuckles, a confident smirk on his face. His broad frame radiated strength, and his stance was firm. "Let’s do this."

Lei Yixuan, in contrast, was leaner but carried an air of absolute calm. He adjusted his sleeves, his dark eyes never leaving his opponent. "I’m ready."

Xu Yong raised his hand. "Then begin!"

The moment his hand dropped, the fight exploded into action.

Chen Haoran lunged forward with a burst of strength, the ground beneath his feet cracking slightly as he propelled himself toward Lei Yixuan. His fist, wrapped in a thin layer of golden Qi, swung like a hammer.

Lei Yixuan sidestepped at the last second, his movements fluid, barely disturbing the air. He flicked his wrist, and a thin blade shot out from his sleeve, slashing toward Chen Haoran’s exposed side.

A sharp clang echoed as Chen Haoran twisted mid-air, using his armguard to deflect the strike. He landed a few feet away, his smirk widening. "Not bad."

Lei Yixuan didn’t respond, instead launching a series of rapid attacks. His blade flickered, leaving faint trails of light as it struck from multiple angles.

Chen Haoran’s defense was sturdy, each strike meeting an iron-hard block. He wasn’t just strong—his reflexes were impressive.

His body glowed faintly as he activated one of the Chen family’s signature body-strengthening techniques, Golden Armor Qi. His skin took on a faint sheen, making him even more resistant to damage.

The crowd leaned forward as they tried their best to keep up with the fight that was slowly speeding up.

Chen Haoran suddenly roared, his voice shaking the arena. He lashed out, his fist connecting with Lei Yixuan’s stomach and sending him flying backward.

Chen Haoran didn’t stop there, chasing after his opponent with a barrage of powerful blows.

Lei Yixuan grimaced, narrowly dodging each attack. He had managed to minimize the damage from the previous strike, but his body still ached.

Chen Haoran wasn’t going to let him recover. He unleashed a flurry of punches, pushing Lei Yixuan further and further back.

Lei Yixuan’s expression tightened, his movements growing increasingly desperate as he struggled to defend against the relentless onslaught.

Chen Haoran’s grin widened. He could feel the momentum shifting. He knew that his opponent was reaching the limits of his stamina, and his own strength was still increasing.

He was gaining an advantage.

Just when it seemed like Chen Haoran would emerge victorious, a cunning glint appeared in Lei Yixuan’s eyes as he avoided another attack. Then, he used a movement technique and appeared on the other side of the arena.

Then he raised his sword and shouted, "Thunderclap Sword!"

A massive lightning bolt crashed down, striking the arena and creating a shockwave of force. The air crackled with electricity, and the hairs on the back of Chen Haoran’s neck stood up.

He reacted instantly, using the Chen family’s signature technique, the Earth Splitting Palm, to create a shield of Qi around his body.

The lightning struck his palm, and a blinding flash lit up the arena. The smell of ozone filled the air, and smoke billowed from the point of impact. Find your next read at novelbuddy

Lei Yixuan was breathing hard, his sleeve shredded. His sword trembled in his grip, but his eyes were fierce.

And Chen Haoran wasn’t much better either, as he was also on one knee. He panted hard as part of his clothes were also destroyed due to the lightning strike.

As the smoke cleared, the crowd gasped as the situation changed from Chen Haoran having a clear advantage to now seeing who would tire out first.

This caused the crowd to start talking.

"What a turnaround," a man with short brown hair commented.

"I know, right? Good thing there is no betting. Otherwise, that would have been a bloody scene," his friend added.

"Who do you think will win?" someone in the crowd asked.

"I’m not sure," a spectator answered. "It could go either way."

The two young men were evenly matched, and the fight was getting heated. It would all come down to who made the first mistake.

As the crowd watched intently, the two competitors kept their distance as they tried to recover their strength so that they could end this match as quickly as possible.

They stared at each other, their bodies tensed, waiting for the right moment to strike.

Up in the VIP section, an elder from the Lei family stroked his beard. "Yixuan needs to change his approach. He won’t win if he keeps this up for long."