Godly Stay-Home Dad

Chapter 1230 Heart-wrenching Combat Strength

"Master, am I going to spar with you?" Zhao Feng asked with excitement.

He wondered, "Is Master going to give me extra training and teach me some great skills?"

However, the next second, the answer rendered him dumbfounded.

"No, not me. You will spar with Mengmeng." Zhang Han showed Zhao Feng a mysterious smile.

"Really? Okay, Mengmeng, let's spar." Zhao Feng laughed and headed backward dozens of meters, facing Mengmeng.

"It's just a sparring session. It's a piece of cake. We don't have to go this far to the sea for this, do we?"

Zhao Feng shook his head and chuckled.

"I'm coming," Mengmeng looked at Zhao Feng seriously and warned.

"Bring it on. I'm ready." Zhao Feng clapped his hands, and his aura intensified a little, which was now in the Elixir Realm. He added, "Little Princess, you have advanced to the Elixir Realm. To play fair, I'll also lower my strength to the Elixir Realm Early-Stage."

"Okay."

Mengmeng was floating in the void with her hands clasped behind her back and her face lukewarm.

When Zhang Han saw her like this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help quivering.

"This little girl really... makes me speechless.

"Among all the things she could learn, why did she have to pick up this silly fighting style?"

"Boom!"

Mengmeng launched a white fireball, which zoomed to Zhao Feng at an extremely fast speed.

...

Mengmeng didn't have the heart to attack her father. But with her Uncle Feng being her sparring partner, she felt more at ease when launching her strike, for she knew she had nothing to worry about. Anyway, as long as Zhang Han was here, everything would be fine.

"What?"

As the fireball charged over, Zhao Feng felt overwhelmingly menacing power. His expression changed drastically, and he let out a bizarre cry. At this moment, how could he dare to keep his strength in the Elixir Realm?

At once, Zhao Feng went all out and displayed the full power of a Yuan Ying Realm Middle-Stage cultivator.

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"

Zhao Feng conjured up three powerful energy shields in an instant, hoping to block the fireball.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

But Zhao Feng's expression changed again when he found out that it was extremely difficult for him to defend against the fireball coming at him.

The three defensive shields Zhao Feng cast only managed to whittle away a third of the energy of the fireball.

That was to say, to completely fend off the fireball, Zhao Feng needed to make six defensive moves as powerful as the three he just made.

But Zhao Feng couldn't conjure more than three energy shields in such a short time.

"Hiss!"

"It really is bone-chilling cold!"

Zhao Feng felt as if his soul was about to be frozen.

Then, he cast another layer of defense.

At this time, the fireball was only 19 meters away from him.

Zhao Feng would soon be hit by this fireball.

"Oh my God! Can't believe I failed to defend against Mengmeng's fireball!"

Waves of shock swept Zhao Feng.

He found this utterly unbelievable.

"I've been cultivating for nearly 10 years, while Mengmeng only started cultivating a couple of years ago. How come she has almost overtaken me?"

"Swoosh!"

With no time to think, Zhao Feng resorted to the body movement method—the Big Dark Devil Shadow—to turn into a shadow, rapidly dodging to the side.

"My fireball can also make a turn!" Mengmeng shouted.

Mengmeng exerted all her strength. Even her eyes were surrounded by two rays of white light.

"Swoosh!"

The fireball, which had shrunk by nearly half, suddenly went after Zhao Feng.

"I gotta hide!"

Zhao Feng cast a secret skill, and eight figures that looked exactly like him flew in eight different directions.

"Eh?"

Mengmeng was slightly stunned. The big fireball lost track of its target and eventually fell into the sea.

It stirred up massive waves, which were instantly frozen into ice.

The ice waves formed a white flower blooming in the sea.

"Fire Whip!"

"Swish!"

A 20-meter-long white fire whip appeared in Mengmeng's hand, wriggling like a living thing. Mengmeng brandished it.

Jets of fire energy shot out like crescent blades, chasing after the eight figures with Zhao Feng's appearance.

"Buzz!"

Zhao Feng leaped here and there to dodge the attacks while trying to defend himself. However, he found that using defensive shields would consume too much spiritual force. As the fight continued, he might run out of his spiritual force before Mengmeng got any bit tired. Then, he would become a laughing stock.

With resignation, Zhao Feng fetched out his Dragon-piercing Sword and launched several jets of sword light.

"What..."

To Zhao Feng's surprise, it cost his two jets of sword light to take down one fire blade.

"Shall I attack with all my strength?"

Previously, Zhao Feng only used 60 percent of his strength to make the sword move.

As his opponent in this sparring session was the Little Princess, Zhao Feng knew he should take things slow and never make any killing moves.

Even so, Zhao Feng was still shocked.

"Mengmeng is merely in the Elixir Realm. But she is able to fight against me, a cultivator in the Yuan Ying Realm Middle-Stage, and gain the upper hand!

"If I were in the Yuan Ying Realm Early-Stage, I might need to use a powerful secret skill to win this fight.

"Good heavens, this is terrifying!"

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"

Zhao Feng exerted all his might to launch numerous jets of sword light before neutralizing Mengmeng's attack.

Mengmeng put down the Fire Whip in her hand, looked at Zhang Han, and muttered, "Daddy, I've run out of fighting skills."

"Ha, hahaha..." Zhang Han suddenly roared with laughter.

"My daughter is so cute."

He was grinning from ear to ear.

"Humph, you think this is funny? I only know a handful of fighting skills. It's all because you haven't taught me more." Mengmeng snorted.

"Sure, I'll teach you more. I'll give you proper lessons in a couple of days, okay?" Zhang Han said in a hurry.

"Mengmeng is amazing. Master, what realm is Mengmeng in now?" Zhao Feng asked.

"She is in the Elixir Realm Early-Stage," Zhang Han answered. "How good is she? Have you felt her power?"

"Yes, I have. Her strikes were really potent. I used all my strength to defend myself just now, but I failed to fend off that first fireball." Zhao Feng glanced at the ice flower in the sea and added, "The Dark Cold Fire is truly formidable."

"Well, you two can continue to spar. Xiaofeng, just fight as you usually do. Mengmeng, don't forget to use those soul sense secret skills I taught you," Zhang Han reminded the two.

"Okay, got it." Mengmeng nodded.

"Then... I'll fight like normal. Is that okay?" Zhao Feng was still a little worried.

"With your puny strength, how can you hurt Mengmeng when I'm here overseeing this?" Zhang Han touched his forehead and said, "Just let go of your worries and fight."

"Okay. I'm under a lot of pressure."

Zhao Feng smiled bitterly and took a deep breath. Then, he rushed over with the Dragon-piercing Sword in his hand.

"Ah!"

Mengmeng was not ready yet. But Zhao Feng did not wait for her to get prepared. He thrust his sword horizontally and a streak of sword light dashed toward Mengmeng's feet.

Zhao Feng didn't dare to attack Mengmeng squarely, but this move still gave Mengmeng a fright because it came too suddenly.

Of course, it was also because Mengmeng lacked fighting experience.

Mengmeng held up the Fire Whip and brandished it.

The sword light instantly dispersed when it touched the Fire Whip.

Zhao Feng's face became a little grave.

"Looks like I have to destroy Mengmeng's fire before my strike can reach her."

Zhao Feng swung his sword horizontally with all his might.

The dazzling sword light finally cut off a piece of the Fire Whip.

But in the blink of an eye, Mengmeng conjured up more flames to fill in the opening.

"Soul sense attack!" Zhao Feng called out.

Zhang Han attacked with a soul sense secret skill as well as three jets of sword lights.

"Spiky Spiritual Tortoise!"

Mengmeng used her mind to make the Spiky Spiritual Tortoise emerge.

The Spiky Spiritual Tortoise deflected Zhao Feng's soul sense attack, which turned it into waves of energy and bounced off.

Zhao Feng knew that would happen, so what he was really counting on was the three jets of sword light.

Sure enough, in the face of the three jets of sword light, Mengmeng was a little flustered. She hurriedly waved the long Fire Whip and distinguished the first two jets of sword light.

But Mengmeng didn't get to blocking the third one until it was only five meters away from her.

Seeing this, Zhao Feng nodded approvingly.

"Mengmeng's reaction is quite swift. She just needs more fighting experience. Given time, she will definitely be extraordinary."

When Zhao Feng launched the combined attack, he only exercised 70 percent of the power of his soul sense secret skill and 50 percent of the power of his sword light.

If Zhao Feng had used all his strength, his soul sense attack would create some damage even though it was blocked, and two jets of the sword light would manage to go even closer.

That would definitely trigger Mengmeng's defensive treasures.

"Wait! She has defensive treasures...

"Alas."

Zhao Feng sighed deeply in his head.

"Mengmeng has numerous sixth-tier defensive treasures, powerful means of attack, soul sense defense, and many other amazing skills...

"Is our Little Princess a young devil king?"

Zhao Feng said helplessly, "Master, I don't want to fight anymore."

From the moment Mengmeng launched the first fireball to this moment, Zhao Feng felt more and more dejected.

Mengmeng's progress hurt his feelings.

Now, Zhao Feng was a little sad, frustrated, and stressed. He even could not breathe smoothly. Yes, he was filled with burning envy.

"I'm really sad. The Little Princess has almost caught up with me in such a short time."

"Let's take a short break," Zhang Han said in amusement.

Mengmeng dispersed the flames. Zhao Feng put away his Dragon-piercing Sword as well.

After they flew back to the land, Zhao Feng was kind of in a daze.

"Alas."

Zhao Feng sighed again and said, "Mengmeng is too strong. Master, I want to go back and cultivate in seclusion."

This sparring session had dealt him a blow, but it had also ignited his fighting spirit.

Zhang Han said with a smile, "Okay. Go back and cultivate."

"Yes."

Zhao Feng turned around, ready to leave.

"Eh?"

Suddenly, Zhao Feng thought of something. Before he went away, he added, "Master, why not let Mu Xue and Jiang Yanlan have a taste of this kind of sparring?"

"Sure." Zhang Han was stunned for a moment. But he nodded with a smile subsequently.

"I'll go back and tell Mu Xue to come here."

Zhao Feng's interest was piqued.

He quickly flew back and told Mu Xue to go over. He then went to stand on the cliff on the edge of the dense forest at the back of Mount New Moon and observed in secret.

Now that his feelings were hurt, he'd like the others to feel the same way.

Since they were all Zhang Han's disciples, he thought they should face this blow together.

Watching Mu Xue fly over, Zhao Feng snickered.

"Master, Mengmeng, what are you doing here?" Mu Xue asked casually. "I heard from Zhao Feng that Mengmeng needs a sparring partner. Is that so?"

"Yes, you two can spar." Zhang Han nodded.

"Little girl, can you handle this? Promise me that you won't cry even if I kicked your ass, will you?" As Mu Xue was very close to Mengmeng, she never measured her words when talking to Mengmeng.

"Humph."

Mengmeng curled her lips and abruptly threw a fireball at Mu Xue.

When Mu Xue sensed the energy the fireball carried, her face gradually stiffened and her eyes slowly widened.

"Ah!"

She screamed as if she had experienced what Zhao Feng had just undergone. This was the second round.

"Hahaha, awesome!"

Zhao Feng, who was hiding at the rear, burst into laughter.

In the end, he saw Mu Xue turn into a streak of light and fly back quickly, screaming all the way.

She looked like she had been bullied harshly.

"Gotta go!"

Zhao Feng darted back to his villa in a flash and leaned against the window. When he saw that Jiang Yanlan was called out, he got up again and sneaked to the cliff.

Watching the same plot being staged again, Zhao Feng felt that he was in a much better mood.

"Why are you so bad?"

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded behind Zhao Feng.

"Hiss!"

Zhao Feng gasped, turned around, and saw Mu Xue standing behind him. With a dry laugh, he said, "Well, Master asked you to spar with Mengmeng, not me."

"Bullshit! It must be you who came up with the idea," Mu Xue snapped, "did you hide here and watch me make a fool of myself?"

"You didn't make a fool of yourself, okay?" Zhao Feng put on a serious face and asked, "How much strength did you use when you fought with Mengmeng?"

"At first, I defended against that strange fireball with all my strength, but then I used only 70 percent of my strength on average. What about you?" Mu Xue glanced at Zhao Feng and asked.

Meeting Mu Xue's gaze, Zhao Feng thought for a moment and said, "Pretty much the same."

"Mengmeng has got much more powerful. It's just that she can't exercise full control over her power yet." Mu Xue took a light breath and said, "If she can control it well, her power will increase by 20 to 30 percent. She is not experienced enough in fighting, so she would panic in the face of multiple attacks. She almost has no alternative moves. Her attack methods are limited, and so are her defensive moves. Also, she is not proficient in the use of the soul sense secret skills. But if she can practice more and master her skills, no ordinary cultivators in the Yuan Ying Realm Early-Stage can be her match. This is really beyond my expectations."

"As for the weaknesses you talked about," Zhao Feng said in a dry voice, "with our master's ability, it won't be long before Mengmeng overcome them all."

Mu Xue's expression altered slightly, and her aura suddenly diminished. She said feebly, "Yes. Our master is freaking strong. He can teach Mengmeng countless moves. When Mengmeng grasps them or perhaps when she makes her next breakthrough, we will no longer be her equals. Oh my God, how could this be? Ahhhh!"

Mu Xue pulled her hair with both hands as if she had gone crazy within seconds.

This realization was driving her mad.

"It seems that I have to step up my efforts in cultivation." Zhao Feng sighed and said, "In the past, the security group could still protect Mengmeng and Ma'am. But now... They no longer need our protection. If they keep progressing so fast, in a short time... No, I have to remind everyone that if they don't cultivate, they will soon be surpassed."

"They're fighting now. I'm dying to see Jiang Yanlan's face when Mengmeng launches her strike." Mu Xue suddenly became excited and looked ahead with shining eyes.

Zhao Feng didn't reply. His expression was a little odd.

Soon, Mu Xue cottoned on. She snorted and glared at Zhao Feng.

"This guy must have watched my whole fight with Mengmeng and seen my dumbfounded look."

A short while later...

"Good heavens!

"What's going on?

"How can Mengmeng be so strong?

"Aaaah!"

Seeing Jiang Yanlan's stunned face, Zhao Feng and Mu Xue looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"This is great!"

After receiving the heavy blow, the three disciples immediately went back to start reclusive cultivation.

They had sufficient cultivation resources and everything they needed. Now, they had to seize every moment to cultivate.

After the sparring session, Zhang Han and Mengmeng talked for a while above the sea.

Zhang Han not only pointed out the flaws Zhao Feng and Mu Xue mentioned but also reminded Mengmeng of even minor weak points she could work on.

He told Mengmeng how to defend against that certain move, how to attack, how to alter her strikes and launch a series of attacks, and so on.

Mengmeng was overwhelmed by the new knowledge.

After a while, she said, "Daddy, I'm hungry."

At this moment, the sky was starting to brighten.

Mengmeng was also tired from all the fighting.

"How much spiritual force have you used?" Zhang Han asked.

"All gone."

"You're able to fight for such a long time. Your recovery ability is also quite good. Did you see how dumbfounded the three of them were? Sweetheart, tomorrow, the entire Mount New Moon will be astonished by your ability." Zhang Han laughed and put his arm around Mengmeng's shoulder, saying, "Let's head back. I'll cook delicious food for you."

"Great."

Then, the father and daughter slowly flew back over the sea.

Mengmeng was indeed exhausted after having three fights in a row. She wanted to go to sleep.

They returned to the big castle on Mount New Moon.

Zhang Han went to the kitchen to cook. Mengmeng went back to her room to change her clothes and wash up. It just passed six o'clock in the morning, Mengmeng ran to Zi Yan's bedroom and called, "Mummy, Mommy, time to get up. Breakfast is almost ready. Daddy is cooking today."

After Mengmeng called for a minute, Zi Yan opened her eyes lazily.

"You're up?" Zi Yan blinked and asked, "Have you made a breakthrough?"

"Yes, I've made a breakthrough. Mummy, listen, I'm very powerful now," Mengmeng said with a proud face.

"Really?"

Zi Yan smiled. She thought that Mengmeng was just bragging.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Mengmeng went back to the bedroom to sleep.

Zi Yan had planned to lie in bed and watch TV for a while, but Zhang Han urged her to go out for a walk.

"Hi! Yan!"

As they were taking a walk, Zhou Fei ran up to them from a short distance away.

"What's wrong?" Zi Yan asked.

"Is the news true?" Zhou Fei asked with surprise and curiosity.

"What news? What are you talking about?" Zi Yan curled her lips.

"The news about Mengmeng!" Zhou Fei looked around and asked, "Where is Mengmeng?"

"She is sleeping," Zhang Han said with a smile.

"Yan, Han, you two are amazing. The daughter you gave birth to is incredibly strong. The news has spread out. Zhao Feng, Jiang Yanlan, and Mu Xue are Han's disciples. But Mengmeng struck all of them dumb in a sparring session," Zhou Fei said with a dramatic expression. "That's startlingly impressive. Mengmeng can fight against those at the Yuan Ying Realm Middle-Stage even though she just entered the Elixir Realm."

"Huh?"

Zi Yan was a little stunned.

Listening to Zhou Fei chattering beside her, she strolled forward for a while.

Then, Zhang Guangyou quickly strode over from the side, grinning from ear to ear. He patted Zhang Han on the shoulder many times in a row and said, "Hahaha, you've given birth to an amazing daughter. Good job."

One could see the complacency on his face from afar.

Then, a voice came from a distance.

"In the four generations of the Zhang family, except for you, Guangyou, everyone has surpassed their older generation."

It was Dong Chen ambling over. He looked at Zhang Han and said with a smile, "I didn't expect that Mengmeng would be even stronger than me after only cultivating for two years."

"She is good, I guess," Zhang Han said, beaming.

They continued to head forward.

"Swoosh!"

Zhang Mu quickly came to them and said, "My great-granddaughter can now rival cultivators in the Yuan Ying Realm?"

"How should I put it?" Zhang Han hesitated for two seconds and said slowly, "Most of those in the Yuan Ying Realm Early-Stage can't defeat her."

"Hahahaha. Good! Very good!"

Zhang Han and Zi Yan continued to take a walk.

As they walked, Ah Hu, Xu Yong, Instructor Liu, Third Elder, Sect Leader Mu, Sect Leader Jiang, and many others came over to congratulate Zhang Han.

It was absolutely worth celebrating that Mengmeng had such combat capability. Her aptitude was frighteningly high.

Gradually, Zi Yan understood why Zhang Han insisted on taking her out for a walk this morning. Looking at Zhang Han's proud look, Zi Yan knew he just wanted to take this chance to show off.

"Well, this is how man is."

Zi Yan rolled her eyes grumpily, yet she wasn't aware that she was also wearing a happy smile.

After taking a walk around the entire field for two hours, they finally returned to the castle with satisfaction.

In a villa not far away on the side, Nina and Felina were seated in chairs on the balcony. On the table beside were two glasses of juice, three bags of potato chips, and some shrimp chips as well as other snacks.

Felina liked those very much.

"Mengmeng has entered the Elixir Realm and gained the combat capability of the Yuan Ying Realm." Nina took a deep breath and said, "How talented she is!"

"Crunch."

Felina chewed on the potato chips without saying anything. Her eyes blinked fast. No one knew what she was thinking.

"I'm gonna cultivate," Nina said.

She seemed to have been put off by this news as well.

Why was that?

On Mount New Moon, many people had to work assiduously to reach a level they were relatively satisfied with at present.

However, Mengmeng had cultivated for no more than two years, but she had already reached such a high level. It was simply too astonishing.

Her rapid progress seemed to have prompted a trend of cultivation.

Mu Xue, Zhao Feng, Jiang Yanlan, Instructor Liu, and many others all went to cultivate in seclusion.

Even Zhang Guangyou, Zhang Mu, Deep Flame, and First Elder did the same.

The daytime passed quickly.

Mengmeng woke up at noon. She lay in bed, not feeling like getting up. It was not until an hour later that she finally strolled out of her room.

"Daddy? Mommy?

"Where have they gone?"

Mengmeng seldom used her soul sense at home. After calling Zhang Han and Zi Yan several times, she muttered to herself, "They went out to have fun without me, humph!"

Then, a trace of craftiness surfaced in her eyes.

Mengmeng ran back to her room, washed up, and put on her sportswear.

"I'm looking for certain people."

She spread out her right hand, and the pearl representing the Saint Warrior Planet appeared. Next, Mengmeng's soul sense shrouded the pearl.

"Swoosh!"

A Space Portal appeared.

In a western restaurant in New Moon Bay, Zi Yan, Zhang Han, and Zhou Fei were seated by the windows, having a great time.

Mengmeng pushed the door open and stepped out of the ladies' room in the restaurant.

"Eh?"

The cleaning lady by the door stood there in a daze for a long time.

"I didn't see anyone go in there.

"When did this pretty girl get in?

"This is weird."