Matrilocal Son-in-law Is Supreme

"Hiss …" You... "What the f * ck are you doing …" The muscular man grimaced in pain.    

But before he could finish, Shen Lang grabbed him by the hair and threw him four meters away.    

The muscular man stood up, wiped his mouth and said to Shen Lang, "Wait..." "Wait!"    

Shen Lang raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"    

The muscular man swallowed his saliva, and his expression immediately changed. He quickly retched a few more times. The taste in his mouth was too strong, and it was likely that he would never forget it in his entire life.    

"Wait... I'm now... Ugh … I just threw up... You can't... Ugh … You can't take advantage of this... Ugh … "Otherwise, it won't be fair …" The muscular man said while holding his knees and retching.    

Shen Lang laughed, "You're telling me it's fair now? Weren't you happy when you bullied the class monitor? "    

The muscular man's eyes were vicious. "Brat … Let me tell you... "I …"    

"I can't be bothered listening to your nonsense!" Shen Lang rushed over and slapped him.    

Pow!    

The muscular man was hit hard on the face and fell to the ground once again.    

Shen Lang didn't say anything, raised his leg and kicked him.    

Shen Lang didn't want to put the muscular man to death, so his actions seemed very violent, but in reality, he only used a small portion of his strength. With his physique, if he couldn't control it, that slap would have blown the muscular man's head apart.    

Seeing that the muscular man was kicked to the point where he couldn't even fight back, the others gradually started to fear Shen Lang.    

Other than Tu Dou, everyone else looked down on Shen Lang more or less. No matter where he went, None Source would always look down on him.    

Even during the day, Shen Lang used the 2,000 push-ups to unwittingly show off his physical strength.    

But in their opinion, he was just a slightly stronger None Source.    

No matter how strong a None Source was, they were unable to break through the limits of the None Source's body.    

Maybe he could do two thousand pushups in one breath, but that was pretty much all the None Source could achieve, and to Source Cultivator, it was not really anything difficult, as long as he could get his Source Power Level up, let alone two thousand, even twenty thousand.    

Although these Source Cultivator s admitted that they could not maintain their composure like Shen Lang, they still had the confidence. This was a type of self-confidence that was carved in their blood and bones when they were facing the None Source.    

"Damn you …" That's enough! " The muscular man roared, covering his head.    

Shen Lang smiled: "Your fitness level isn't bad. All of your muscles didn't grow for nothing"    

The muscular man was so angry that the veins on his forehead stood out. To be praised by a None Source as having a good physique, was simply an insult to the Source Cultivator!    

With a "hu la" sound, a burst of energy exploded from the muscular man's body. At the same time, he stood up like a carp fighting against a fish.    

Shen Lang retreated two steps, the muscular man sneered: "Brat, did you get scared? This is the aura released by the Source Cultivator, although I am only at the second level of General Rank, in this tent, if I say that I can fight second, no one will dare admit defeat! Don't f * cking think you can do 2,000 push-ups, I can do 3,000 in one breath! The height that your None Source can reach in his entire life, is merely the starting point for our Source Cultivator, it can't even compare to our starting point! "    

Shen Lang crossed his arms and stared at the muscular man with interest: "Look at you, looking as lively as a dragon and as strong as a tiger, have you recovered enough? Then can I hit you a bit harder? "    

"You … "You're courting death!" The muscular man swung his fist and punched towards Shen Lang's face.    

This punch landed squarely on Shen Lang's face, but Shen Lang didn't have much of a reaction. He even said indifferently: "Harder."    

The muscular man froze for a moment, then looked at his right fist doubtfully.    

"Come, go ahead and attack." Shen Lang stared at him: "Since I don't have any other activities tonight, I might as well play with you."    

"Ah!" The muscular man roared and sent a roundhouse kick towards Shen Lang's temple.    

However, Shen Lang only tilted his head slightly and didn't even tremble.    

The others were already dumbfounded. One of them rubbed his eyes and said to the others in extreme shock, "Am I seeing things, or has that brat not been kicked?"    

"No …." Not able to see clearly... "The lights are not bright enough here …" The others were bewildered.    

"What about that fist earlier?"    

"Shh …" Don't say anymore, let's continue watching. That young None Source seems to really have some skill … "    

The muscular man shook his head hard, concentrated his source energy and punched towards Shen Lang's abdomen with all his might.    

This was much more vicious than not using Origin Energy and only relying on the strength of one's muscles to punch out.    

However, Shen Lang didn't move at all when that punch was thrown out.    

The muscular man almost doubted his own life. He looked at Shen Lang in surprise, then looked at his big fist on his opponent's stomach. If it wasn't for the pain that spread from his finger bones to his arms and shoulders, which constantly stimulated his nerves, he would have even thought that he didn't use his full strength.    

"If I'm not wrong, this should be the strongest punch you can muster, right?" Shen Lang smiled: "As a Source Cultivator with a second floor of General Rank, you are not bad. Next, it's my turn to take action. "    

The muscular man widened his eyes and froze on the spot. He watched Shen Lang swing his fist and smash down on his top.    

At this moment, the muscular man felt an overwhelming power. Even before his fist landed, his instinctive survival reaction made his knees go weak. He kneeled down in front of Shen Lang.    

This kneel not only stunned the muscular man himself, but everyone else was also shocked.    

Shen Lang's hand stopped above the muscular man's head and stopped hitting him.    

The tent was extremely quiet, and the heartbeat of the muscular man and the others could almost be heard.    

"Do you think you can withstand my punch?" Shen Lang's voice slowly sounded above the muscular man's head.    

The muscular man swallowed and stammered, "Cheng..." Unable to bear it... Please be magnanimous... I don't want to... "I don't want to die."    

Shen Lang continued, "If I bully you and tease you for fun, you won't even have the chance to resist. Tell me, do you like it? "    

"No …" "I don't like it." The muscular man broke out in a cold sweat.    

Shen Lang's voice was deep and dignified: "Our class was originally looked down upon the most, but because everyone's Source Power Level is the lowest, even this class is called the Recruit Third Battalion trash can! What did this mean!? This was a mockery of the ten of us — all of us trash! To be looked down upon by others, to be disdained by even the instructor, and to be bullied by one's own people inside!? Do you really want to be a piece of trash!? "    

The muscular man gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.    

"Answer me!" Shen Lang shouted at him.    

"I... "It's not trash!" The muscular man raised his head, anger burning in his eyes, but this anger was not directed at Shen Lang.    

Shen Lang nodded slightly: "Very good."    

"Then, what about you? Are you trash? " Shen Lang swept his sharp and domineering gaze at the others.