The Strongest Urban Son-in-law-Chapter 1259 - 1276: Herland’s Strength [2 Updates]

Herland directly charged onto the arena, his entire being brimming with immense confidence. Everyone watched Herland with a gaze usually reserved for idiots, unsure why he was so eager to rush onto the arena.

They thought Herland was courting death. How could a Level 4 Spiritual Practitioner possibly be a match for a Level 9 Spiritual Practitioner?

Herland looked directly at Claude beneath the arena, his war intent erupting as he pointed at Claude and shouted loudly, "Claude, get up here and meet your death!"

The sound echoed clearly in every corner of the examination grounds, everyone heard it clearly.

The crowd looked at Herland, suspecting he must be insane, thinking his mind wasn’t functioning normally.

The Li Family Patriarch and Jonas looked at Clyde and asked, "Clyde, what’s wrong with your son? Did you hit him? Has his brain been damaged by you that he is provoking someone so much stronger than himself? Isn’t this a suicidal move?"

Clyde’s face flushed with anger, not expecting his son to do something so embarrassing.

Clyde shouted angrily, "Herland, have you gone mad? Get down here right now!"

Herland wore a determined expression: "Father, Claude is nothing but trash. He’s no match for me. I can crush him with one hand. I’m not crazy, I want everyone to know how strong I, Herland, truly am today!"

"What!" Everyone was even more baffled upon hearing Herland’s words, thinking he had lost his mind.

"What’s wrong with your son, Brother Clyde? After today, you should take him to see a doctor. If his cultivation can’t break through, that’s one thing, but if his mind is having issues, it will be more problematic. You cannot ignore it!" Jonas said to Clyde, and everyone clearly already considered Herland a fool.

Clyde’s face turned red with anger, overwhelmed by shame, wishing he could dig a hole and disappear from sight.

Even Claude’s eyes showed anger as he looked at Clyde: "Uncle, you’ve seen how arrogant my little brother is, completely disregarding me, his elder brother. Later, don’t blame me if I hit him too hard!"

With rage, Clyde shouted, "Hit him! Hit him well and make him come to his senses!"

"Alright!" Claude said excitedly, "Uncle, you said it yourself, don’t blame me later!"

Clyde nodded angrily, "I won’t blame you!" Claude’s eyes were filled with excitement as he charged onto the stage, looking at Herland with disdain as if he were looking at garbage.

Yet, Herland remained arrogant: "Claude, you humiliated me publicly when I was vulnerable yesterday. Today, I need to break your limbs, or I won’t be able to sleep at night. If you kneel and apologize, I’ll just break both your hands, how about that?"

"Crazy!" People exclaimed after hearing Herland’s words. Everyone already labeled Herland as mentally unwell, incredulous that he would say such brazen words.

"I think it’s because he had the best talent but due to a damaged foundation, he’s unable to cultivate, the frustration must’ve driven him mad. It’s actually quite pathetic for Herland; it truly is a lamentable situation..." Someone said, sympathetically looking at Herland.

Claude was thoroughly enraged by Herland, his eyes blazing with killing intent, yelling, "Scum! Since you’re seeking death, I will fulfill your wish and make you realize your own strength!"

"Boom!" In an instant, Claude’s spiritual power erupted, directly connecting with the Earth Element.

In that moment, a massive stone sword, three meters long, materialized before Claude.

The huge stone sword was gripped by Claude, and instantly, the veins on his arm bulged, his whole arm seeming to swell in size. With a swing, he slashed the sword towards Herland.

"Scum, die!" Claude roared as Sword Qi surged, stirring up massive waves of air, like a wild beast aimed to tear Herland to shreds.

Everyone saw Claude wasn’t holding back at all. Their eyes filled with pity, thinking Herland was doomed; how could a Level 4 Spiritual Practitioner withstand such a strike?

But from Herland’s body, the True Essence exploded, shining blindingly as spiritual power illuminated Claude’s entire body. Herland took a powerful step, the ground cracking under his force.

"Rumble!" With a thunderous crash, the arena floor split with countless cracks.

Herland’s spiritual power connected with the Thunder Element, lightning twining around him, his arm enwrapped by a purple Thunder Dragon. The air quaked, fists roaring, as Herland lunged, extending his fist.

"Swish!" Like a lightning strike, his punch collided forcefully with Claude’s stone sword, a muffled boom transmitting into everyone’s ears.

"Crack!" That terrifying punch shattered Claude’s massive stone sword, breaking it into pieces.

"Impossible!" Claude shouted in shock. That was his strongest move, yet Herland easily dismantled it. However, Herland’s momentum didn’t diminish. In a flash, he closed in on Claude and punched hard into his stomach.

Herland’s fist sank deeply into Claude’s abdomen, a Thunder akin to a Divine Dragon blasting out from behind Claude, reaching thirty meters before dissipating.

"Ugh~~" Claude spat a large mouthful of blood, his pupils dilating as he stared wide-eyed at Herland.

At this point, Claude had been charred all over by the powerful thunder, his hair standing up, utterly miserable.

"How can this be!" Instantly, everyone in the venue screamed, as if an uproar had erupted.

The people present were utterly stupefied...