Super War God in the City

He Chuan knelt on the ground, stupefied, his mind in chaos. Just now he had made his extraordinary background quite clear.

But the other party didn't even bother to ask who he was and directly crippled his arms. Humiliation, an immense humiliation.

He Chuan glared at Ling Fan with bloodshot eyes and said fiercely, "You... you didn't even ask who I am before you dared to lay a hand on me?"

Ling Fan frowned, thinking this idiot was too full of himself.

"Who do you think you are to deserve my attention? Keep squawking, and you can shut up forever!" Ling Fan snorted coldly, ignoring He Chuan's resentful gaze, and walked straight onto the stage.

The crowd below almost bit their tongues off; the events unfolding before them didn't give them a chance to react!

"Damn it, wasn't this guy supposed to compromise or be terrified? He didn't even think twice before crippling someone who had announced their identity and shown their impressive background?" The audience was going crazy.

They had always called Ling Fan a madman, but if things kept going this way, it seemed the normal people would soon be driven insane by the actual madman on the stage!

Li Shishi's mouth hung open, speechless, with a dumbfounded expression, unable to comprehend the madness on the stage.

Shangguan Yue was also dumbstruck, her eyes blank and unable to process what had happened.

Yuan Shang felt suddenly breathless, his heart trembling violently at the sight of the figure on the stage.

Leng Chuan stood frozen, stuttering to himself in consolation, "He crippled Young Master He, he will surely die without a place to be buried!"

Zhao Yuan, the Dai Sisters, and others fell silent, too afraid to make a sound.

"Ling Fan..." Yun Fei couldn't help but call out, her face full of worry.

Li Mengying was also looking at Ling Fan nervously, "You..."

Feng Qiang's face flushed with excitement, feeling it was worth it to follow such a brother-in-law, so domineering that regardless of one's background, he would smash them all!

Ling Fan looked at the worried expressions of the two women and reassured them, "Don't worry, these are just a few chickens and dogs, they really think too highly of themselves!"

This trip to Zhongnan had been extremely fruitful; his cultivation had reached the Half-step Warrior Saint Realm, and his physical strength was now comparable to the Martial Saint level. In the Zhongnan Martial Arts World, he truly feared no one.

He had regained some of the splendor of the War Emperor Beiming from the past and was no longer the weakling who had just married into the Xiao Family, vulnerable to bullying.

Ling Fan's confident demeanor in the eyes of Ma Hua, Hong Wei, He Chuan, and other martial artists was sheer arrogance, nearly causing everyone to choke with anger.

"Damn it, let's see how you beg for mercy when the Hong Family Elder arrives," Hong Wei clenched his teeth against the excruciating pain in his broken leg, cursing inwardly with hatred.

Ma Hua's face was half-swollen and his eyes were also filled with venom, "Arrogant bastard, I want to see what right you have to boast when my Ma Family reinforcements arrive and you have to confront all the Martial Arts Families present!"

He Chuan's eyes were filled with a wrathful splitting glare as he bore the pain from his broken arms and sent out an urgent distress signal.

"You just wait, if I, He Chuan, don't completely destroy you today, then I'm a son of a bitch. None of the women from Tian Yun will have an easy time!" He Chuan's eyes flashed with ferocity.

Ma Wenguang lay on the ground like a dead dog, barely alive, eyes wide with anger.

In his heart, he cursed, "Motherfucker, I must see you dead before I report to King Yan!"

At this moment, after dealing with these pieces of trash, Ling Fan quickly began to check on the injured, first coming to Zhou Tianlu's side.

His expression grew slightly serious; the injuries were severe. It was not so bad that bones were broken, but the internal organs had been affected. The Hong family had clearly not held back in their attack, but fortunately, he had plenty of miraculous elixirs on him, so it wasn't a big issue.

He immediately took out an elixir, placed it in Zhou Tianlu's mouth, and began to catalyze it with his inner strength.

A little while later, Zhou Tianlu felt a refreshing coolness slide down his throat and into his heart and spleen, significantly relieving the pain as he slowly opened his eyes.

"Boss.... cough...." Zhou Tianlu managed to say, his eyes shining with a hint of excitement.

"No more talking, it's okay, you won't die!" Ling Fan assured him and then approached Qian Dayong.

Qian Dayong was in better condition, his limbs were all broken, but they were clean breaks and his internal organs weren't damaged.

"Young Master Ling... Am I dreaming?" Qian Dayong woke up to see Ling Fan immediately upon opening his eyes and was completely dazed.

"Dream my ass, just lie down and don't move!" Ling Fan said with a somewhat ugly expression, as the injuries of these men were quite severe.

"Heh heh, Young Master Ling, I, Qian Dayong, did not let you down. That turtle grandson Wang Jing broke my limbs, but I didn't even frown once!

This damn guy only dares to put on airs behind your back, insulting you, Young Master Ling. He still doesn't admit he's a grandson; damn it, where is he? Let him come out and continue his act!" Qian Dayong was fuming with anger recalling Wang Jing's infuriating face before he lost consciousness.

Ling Fan couldn't help but smile; this Qian Dayong was relentless, still thinking of having a verbal fight with Wang Jing even in such a state. After all, it was this unyielding and straightforward nature that he valued in Qian Dayong!

"Don't worry, I'll have him kneel before you like a grandson and confess his wrongs in a moment," Ling Fan soothed him.

Wang Jing was nearby, his face turning the color of eggplant, yet daring not say a word, trembling violently. Seeing the plight of the Martial Association big shots, he instantly regretted his reckless bravado earlier.

Wang Anxiang too wore a solemn expression. Today's events seemed to be getting trickier than he thought, as the Martial Association bunch proved to be unreliable. Thankfully, he had prepared a contingency plan.

At this moment, Ling Fan had finished inspecting Feng Qiang's injuries. With the miraculous elixirs he brought back, recovery wouldn't be too troublesome.

Last, with a reminder from Yun Fei, he finally noticed Cao Jinghui. He had been wondering why Vermilion Bird wasn't present.

It turned out there had been matters to attend to, so Vermilion Bird left, entrusting Cao Jinghui to take care. After the check, he was also badly injured, but this guy hadn't broken any bones and was able to move.

He had the people carry off Cao Jinghui along with those security staff who weren't too badly hurt to be bandaged up. As for Qian Dayong and the others, due to their severe injuries, it wasn't wise to move them just yet, so they'd have to wait until matters were settled.

These bastards really were ruthless enough, clearly showing no mercy to Tian Yun's members; killing these scumbags would be letting them off too easily.
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"Come on, now it's just you two left. Stop acting like a fool. Where are An Xixue and An Xiyao, the two sisters? Hand them over obediently!" Ling Fan turned around and steadily walked towards Wang Anxiang and the other one.

Wang Jing's legs shook uncontrollably as he inadvertently stepped back, hiding behind Wang Anxiang, his eyes filled with dread. Pretending not to be afraid was just a lie; who isn't afraid of dying?

Wang Anxiang took a deep breath and braced himself, saying, "You need evidence to back up your words. What makes you accuse us of kidnapping!"

This was a task especially assigned by Tang Tiancheng; how could he just admit to it so easily!

"Slap!"

With a flash, Ling Fan swung out his hand, sending Wang Anxiang flying with a slap!

"Damn it, are you blind? Do I need evidence to do my job? Stop your nagging, just hand the people over, why the hell are you so chatty!" Ling Fan grunted coldly.

Wang Anxiang, covering his face as he lay on the ground, his mind buzzing, suddenly remembered that the man before him was not someone who would reason with him.

With Wang Anxiang no longer there as a shield, Wang Jing stood directly exposed in front of Ling Fan, his whole body chilling, shaking like a leaf.

Ling Fan sneered, "Heh heh, I heard that in my absence, you acted like my elder?"

With a look of terror in his eyes, Wang Jing wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and echoed with a forced 'heh heh,' managing an awkward smile, "No, no, no... You're the elder, I'm the grandson!"

"Damn it, which death-desiring scum dares challenge the authority of our Hong family!" All of a sudden, a booming roar erupted in the hall, as several men strode in majestically, one after the other.