Super War God in the City

Facing Ling Fan's contempt and humiliation, Yuan Deyong's face instantly turned red, his breathing became rapid, but knowing that he was no match for Ling Fan, he could only swallow his anger bitterly.

"Binzhou Martial Association has quite the nerve, daring to gang up against Tian Yun. Your Yuan family with the 'A' grade must be the ringleader, you dog, who gave you the guts to mess with my people!" Ling Fan pointed at Yuan Deyong and cursed loudly.

The man he had just blown away had accidentally let slip some information while begging for mercy, and after a bit of thought, he understood the trickery involved. These idiots were simply too tired of living.

Yuan Deyong clenched his fists. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, after being humiliated over and over again, his old face had already turned the color of a pig's liver, and he couldn't bear it any longer.

"So what if we're targeting you? Taking money to avert disasters for others, do you think that just because no one present is your opponent, you can turn against the heavens? Believe it or not, if a Yuan family expert shows up now, they could grind you into dust within minutes!" Yuan Deyong raged back, retorting sharply.

"Heh, grind me into dust within minutes? I'll bloody grind you into dust first!" Ling Fan sneered, his body transforming into a shadow as he charged straight at Yuan Deyong.

Yuan Deyong was shocked, but his strength was extraordinary, with a Fourth Grade middle-stage cultivation. In his panic, he exerted his full power, drawing his sword first, hoping to fend off Ling Fan.

"Arrogant fool, if anything happens to me today, Yuan Deyong, do you believe that everyone from Tian Yun will have to be buried with me!" Yuan Deyong shouted loudly.

Ling Fan loathed threats against those close to him the most. His expression grew even colder, and with a thought, he took the Broken Sword out from his Beast Pouch. He surged forward like a destructive force, chopping down directly at Yuan Deyong's head.

Yuan Deyong took up a stance and drew his sword to counter, knowing better than to foolishly engage Ling Fan in a contest of brute force after witnessing his overwhelming power.

Seeing Ling Fan drawing a broken sword, he snickered inwardly, "Damn, can't even afford a decent sword, using a broken one instead!"

Yuan Deyong's confidence was restored, seeing Ling Fan forsaking a longer weapon for a shorter one. He was certain his own sword would prove superior, and perhaps the next second he could slay Ling Fan on the spot.

Ling Fan moved too fast. With one slash, he pulled back, and except for Yuan Deyong who was engaged in combat, no one could see how he struck.

Yuan Shang's heart was in his throat. Yuan Deyong was the person with the highest cultivation present, and with weapons in play, perhaps this man was no match for him. Maybe Ling Fan was only skilled in unarmed combat and not with weapons.

He Chuan's face was solemn. He had also targeted Li Mengying just now. Seeing Ling Fan's stance, it seemed he wouldn't let anybody off.

He couldn't help feeling hesitant. He wasn't afraid of Ling Fan, but he was afraid of his madness, his irrationality, his willingness to kill someone on the spot without considering the consequences.

"I hope Chairman Yuan can hold on," He Chuan silently wished.

Yun Fei was inwardly worried. Ling Fan was so reckless, openly antagonizing the Martial Arts Families, wasn't he causing himself big trouble?

She couldn't help blaming herself, feeling useless for always causing trouble for Ling Fan.

"Does this guy even have a brain? Can impulsiveness solve anything? He's already made enemies with the Hua Yi, Hong family, and Ma family, and now he's going for a life-and-death struggle with the Yuan family. Isn't this just making enemies everywhere? Mingyue, if you know him, you should convince him!" Li Shishi felt somewhat annoyed in her heart.

It wasn't that she had any feelings for Ling Fan, but simply out of sympathy for Yun Fei and others. Seeing someone capable of resolving the crisis, she instinctively didn't want this hot-headed guy to mess things up.

Shangguan Yue nodded mutely. She wasn't too familiar with Ling Fan; in fact, they had only made contact for a little while on the plane.

"This idiot, truly asking for death. Fight, it's better if you get killed, and once you've made an enemy out of the Yuan family, someone will take care of you, and it's more relieving for us if you're killed!" Wang Jing inwardly prayed and cursed.

The instant the two clashed, everyone was anticipating the outcome of the next second.

In that moment, Yuan Deyong's sword strike was akin to a statue, frozen in time. Then, within the span of a breath,

"Swoosh!"

Yuan Deyong's body, along with the long sword in his hand, split into two. With a thunderous explosion, a shower of blood rained down, causing men nearby to tremble and women to scream!

He Chuan's heart clenched fiercely, "Is he really a Grandmaster Realm expert?"

The scene before him completely shattered his luck and illusions. He had originally thought Ling Fan might be a highly skilled Body Refinement expert, but it was now clear that was not the case.

Yuan Shang collapsed onto his chair with a thud, his limbs weak, while Leng Chuan swallowed with a gulp, his mouth parched and tongue scorched. Recalling the encounter on the airplane, a chill ran down his neck!

"Trust my ass, mere ants!" Ling Fan didn't even glance at Yuan Deyong's corpse, for with the Divine Sense imbued Broken Sword, a Spiritual Artifact, killing this vermin was as easy as chopping vegetables.
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Wang Anxiang and Wang Jing were speechless and stunned, feeling a chill around their necks. The way Yuan Deyong died was so shocking, it was as if they were watching a martial arts film at the Dragon Gate Inn, and their minds kept replaying the scene of Yuan Deyong being suddenly bisected.

Hong Wei, with both legs severed, lay on the ground with cold sweat on his palms; he was much luckier than Yuan Deyong and those who had died by Ling Fan's hand, at least he was still alive!

"The Hong Family Elder had better come save me in time!" At this moment, all he hoped for was to stay alive today.

The audience in the stands had already become dazed, unable to let out even a fart; they simply didn't know what else they could say!

"How is this possible, is there really no one among all these people here today who can deal with him?" Zhao Yuan murmured unwillingly to herself.

The Dai Sisters also looked pale, "Has Tian Yun really been reborn from this desperate situation because of this one person?"

In the box, Tang Tiancheng rarely showed a hint of panic, as Ling Fan's Combat Power was terribly frightening.

"Is this all there is? Who else today has laid their hands on my people? This blood is not enough to extinguish the rage in my heart!" Ling Fan looked calmly at Yun Fei and Li Mengying, inquiring.

As Ling Fan spoke, the people in the hall suddenly felt the temperature drop sharply, not because the actual temperature had dropped, but because many felt a chill in their hearts.

"Those who offended Tian Yun before are really unlucky this time, to encounter such a madman; it's like their ancestors' tombs are emitting smoke!" someone in the crowd murmured.

"Pfft! Damn it, are you really that insulting? If I remember correctly, you were also making fun of Tian Yun and them just a while ago!" someone sneered from the side.

"Fuck you, bullsh*t, which ear of yours heard me mocking?" The previous person instantly changed color, becoming anxious.

This was a matter of life and death; how could he not be anxious? Hadn't he seen the guy on the stage kill Martial Association members as easily as slaughtering chickens?

Yun Fei and Li Mengying exchanged glances, both intuiting the meaning in each other's eyes. Ling Fan today was truly driven mad by provocation, sparing no expense in the killing, and none of the dead had simple backgrounds. While he might feel satisfied now, what would the consequences be?

They knew that Ling Fan had lost his reason because of them, but they absolutely could not push Ling Fan into the fire pit; they had to remain calm.

"No more, let's leave this place first, and we can talk about other matters some other day!" Yun Fei took a deep breath and spoke up.

He Chuan, upon hearing this, immediately breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed these two women were quite afraid of trouble!

He Chuan, quick-witted, immediately thought of a lot of information, which was that Ling Fan might not be as powerful as everyone imagined, or might not have the strength to confront their Martial Arts Familys, and his current murderous aura was a display of losing his sanity?

On the edge of the stage, Feng Qiang didn't understand. With Ling Fan being so powerful, what was going on with Yun Fei and Li Mengying? Why weren't they eagerly seeking to air grievances, take revenge, or redress their wrongs?

Why were they acting as peacekeepers instead? He didn't know what the two women were thinking, but he could not afford to be as compassionate as a woman.

"Brother-in-law, there's still him!" Feng Qiang suddenly spoke, pointing at He Chuan down below who acted as if the matter didn't concern him and shouted angrily.