[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-sss-rank-mother-in-law-to-an-invincible-family":3,"chapter-sss-rank-mother-in-law-to-an-invincible-family-sss-rank-mother-in-law-to-an-invincible-family-chapter-478":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","SSS rank Mother-In-Law to an Invincible Family",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1556990,2022,"Chapter 478: Su Min versus Hao Lin","sss-rank-mother-in-law-to-an-invincible-family-chapter-478",478,"\u003Cp>Another match started moments later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A duel between two inner disciples, both skilled in movement techniques. They flashed across the stage, leaving afterimages, kicking up bursts of wind as they clashed midair. The crowd leaned forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the outer corner, a group of younger disciples sat together, pointing and whispering, excited by every burst of light and clash of blades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you think we’ll be up there next year?\" one asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Only if you stop skipping morning drills,\" another said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They all laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in their hearts, they hoped. They wanted to be there too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Empyrean Harmony Sect was steeped in tradition. Advancement wasn’t handed out. It was earned, shown, and recognized. Today was proof of that system, not perfect, but fair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky slowly brightened as the matches continued. The warmth of the sun mixed with the tension on the arena floor. Fighters bowed. Names were called. Dust rose. Cheers followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the announcer’s voice rang out again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Outer disciple round—stage five. Su Min versus Hao Lin.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd shifted, some murmuring, some leaning forward. A few people near the edge stood up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Min was known.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not famous, but known. He wasn’t flashy. He didn’t show off. But those who trained in the lower yards had seen him working every morning before the drills started.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the type to help others correct their forms quietly, then return to practicing his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His opponent, Hao Lin, was louder, more confident, and, some said, arrogant. He had good technique and wasn’t afraid to talk during matches. He liked to push buttons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both stepped onto the stage, robes fluttering slightly in the wind. They faced each other and bowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Min’s clothes were plain. No symbols. Just a simple brown belt tied tightly and a short sword at his hip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hao Lin’s outfit had red stitching along the sleeves, showing he’d placed in the top ten in last month’s internal sparring round. His boots were reinforced. His fists were wrapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You ready?\" Hao Lin asked with a grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Min nodded once. \"Always.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The referee stepped back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Begin.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hao Lin charged first, closing the gap with fast footwork. He led with a low feint, aiming for Su Min’s left ankle, then twisted upward with a sweeping palm strike to the ribs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Min blocked the sweep and pivoted slightly, letting the palm glance off his forearm. He countered with a straight punch to the center of Hao’s chest, but Hao stepped to the side and ducked under it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They moved fast, but not wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clean footwork. Real focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Min hadn’t used his sword yet. He didn’t need to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hao Lin tried to keep the pressure up, sending two fast kicks in a row—one high, one low. Su Min dodged both by shifting his stance and stepping into a tighter space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd reacted with small gasps and comments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s not backing down.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No wasted movement.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Min stayed calm. His face barely changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hao Lin gritted his teeth. He didn’t like not getting a reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You gonna draw that sword or just dance around all day?\" he muttered as he launched another strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Min didn’t reply. He spun his body, ducked under a roundhouse, and tapped the pommel of his blade with one hand, loosening it just slightly in the sheath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not yet. But close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hao Lin noticed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pressed harder now, pushing his speed. His next few attacks came faster and sharper: a high jab to the face, a turning elbow to the chest, and a low knee aimed at the thigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Min blocked one, dodged two, but the fourth strike grazed his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small mark. Nothing serious. But the first hit of the match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheers went up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Min didn’t flinch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he exhaled—and drew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound was soft—metal against wood. A short, clean, and sharp blade flickered into view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This changed the rhythm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now every step mattered more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hao Lin slowed down. He knew getting reckless against a drawn blade was stupid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Min didn’t chase. He just waited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A breeze passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hao Lin narrowed his eyes and darted in, this time going for a diagonal strike with his whole body behind it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Min stepped once, twisted his wrist, and the blade met Hao’s sleeve, cutting through the outer cloth and scratching the skin beneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t deep. But it was clean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hao pulled back with a wince.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Min moved forward once, not fast, but firm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two more swings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One was blocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other hit flat against Hao’s ribs, but with enough force to knock the wind out of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He staggered back three steps, coughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd made noise again, more this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Su Min landed two.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lin’s on the back foot.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another deep breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Min held his blade low, not showing off, just ready.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hao Lin growled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You think that’s enough?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He charged again—but now he was angry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anger wasn’t helpful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Min sidestepped the first punch, let the second pass his shoulder, then tapped Hao’s thigh with the back of the blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That wasn’t just a hit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was a signal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could’ve cut deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The referee stepped forward, hand raised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Point Su Min. Match time: five minutes, twelve seconds. Victory by clear edge in control and contact.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arena paused for a breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then applause followed. Not explosive, but strong. Real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Min bowed once to his opponent, once to the referee, then stepped off the stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hao Lin stayed behind for a second, chest rising and falling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t shout. He didn’t throw a fit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just lowered his head, then followed quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back near the outer disciple platforms, several others who had sparred with Su Min before exchanged looks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He did it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s gonna make it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the stands, one of the junior elders marked something on a jade tablet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the higher platform, Bai Xueyan tilted her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That one had good footwork,\" she said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Anwei gave a small nod. \"No extra movements. No ego.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’ll last.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’ll grow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn’t say anything else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Down below, Su Min was being called over to a side area where the advancement checks were done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a simple inspection, with a short list of names. If everything matched, he’d be promoted by evening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t celebrate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just drank a bit of water, tied his sword back into place, and waited for the next name to be called.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For him, it wasn’t about being better than Hao Lin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was about moving forward.\u003C\u002Fp>",1092,"2026-06-06T07:39:11.973Z",1,"novelbin.me","8f758d8b5572e137601f25dc086180557f5b9a1303a7cb04b12ec04caec9fbc9","sss-rank-mother-in-law-to-an-invincible-family-chapter-479","sss-rank-mother-in-law-to-an-invincible-family-chapter-477",485,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsss-rank-mother-in-law-to-an-invincible-family-cover.jpg"]