Supreme Heir Son-in-law

Chapter 302: Chapter 302: Kung Fu

"Is that all you’ve got?" Xu Ke looked at the opponent’s astonished expression and spoke coldly. Originally, it was a sentence without any emotion, but with Xu Ke’s slight smirk on one side of his mouth, the sentence turned into one full of sarcasm. The man’s face turned red instantly, as if he had suffered a great humiliation.

"Don’t get too arrogant!" the man shouted loudly, trying to wrench his arm from Xu Ke’s grip to attack again. But just as he gritted his teeth and pulled, he found that Xu Ke’s hand clasped his like iron pincers. Unable to advance or retrieve his hand from Xu Ke’s grip, the atmosphere became awkward.

"Can’t pull it back?" Xu Ke held the hand that was still trying to pull away, ignoring the opponent’s struggle with a calm demeanor, and asked.

"You’re courting death!" the man tried to save face with a loud rebuke. Unable to retrieve one hand, he simply used the other to attack Xu Ke. This time, he decided not to spare Xu Ke’s face; instead, he wanted to use all his strength to pummel it flat and teach him the consequences of angering him.

Xu Ke did not retort to the man’s words but instead delivered a fierce slap with his actions to the boast the man had just made.

Xu Ke didn’t bother with the incoming punch; instead, he assumed a horse-riding stance, pulling back the hand gripping the man’s wrist while the other hand transformed into a fist like an iron bar, striking fiercely at the opponent’s abdomen.

an iron hammer. Instantly, it hurt as if being churned by a knife, causing the man to cry out in pain. A masculine baritone forcibly hit three high pitches due to the pain, so loud that it drowned out the street performer singing with a microphone

restraining his opponent, letting him curl up like

calmly and slowly, with the restraint

who were previously enjoying the artist’s singing with closed eyes, couldn’t contain their curiosity, left their spots,

red again, unable to utter words of concession to leave. He, a proud white man,

originally pale skin was now dotted with sweat from the earlier pain, and after rolling on the ground inelegantly, his face was streaked with

and charging at Xu Ke. He first assumed a punching posture but then remembered how he was struck before, retracting his attack halfway and instead sweeping towards Xu Ke with his muscular

face—that face he once admired, now the one he loathed

remained harmless in appearance. His height and build didn’t seem capable of withstanding such a kick, causing the onlookers to cover their

wide open, with no one willing to cover

as they thought Xu Ke would be felled by the kick, his leg was intercepted by Xu Ke again. This time, his moves were not as laid-back as before; instead, they were