Super War God in the City

Yuan Long and Ma Ji exploded with anger upon hearing this.

"Motherfucker, so it was you two bastards causing trouble in the middle, daring to incite our family's members to target Young Master Ling, you really have the guts of a bear and the bravery of a leopard!" Yuan Long was the first to lose his temper.

Ma Ji's eyes were splitting with rage; these two idiots had almost killed him.

"Go to hell!" Ma Ji roared furiously and suddenly made his move.

"You dare, I am with Hua Yi, do you want to have a beef with Xiangjiang?" Wang Jing panicked, his voice hoarse.

The scenes unfolding on the stage had completely shattered his last bit of fantasy; he was no longer hoping to outfight Ling Fan, but rather hoping he could leave this stage alive.

Ma Ji, busy in retreat at Zhongnan and seldom going out, hadn't heard of any damn Hua Yi, and besides, Xiangjiang was far from the mainland; that place had nothing but a declining line of Law Cultivation. There were no Martial Arts Families worth noting, so Ma Ji wouldn't give a damn about this idiot.

"Bullshit, I've never even heard of it!" Ma Ji scoffed coldly.

"Break his limbs, spare his miserable life!" Ling Fan commanded indifferently the moment Ma Ji made his move.

Wang Jing, upon hearing this, was sweating coldly on his back. Despite acting all high and mighty in Ling Fan's absence, he was actually timid, good at bluffing, but when trouble really hit, not breaking down crying was already an excellent show of performance.

At the same time Ma Ji struck, Yuan Long was not sitting idle; his figure blurred as he dashed toward Wang Anxiang.

"Ma Ji, don't hog it all to yourself, leave one for me!" Yuan Long hastily called out afterward.

Wang Anxiang felt cold in his limbs. Now, unable to even protect himself, he had no time to worry about whether Wang Jing lived or died. Having witnessed Yuan Long punch through a steel panel, he knew that even a fingertip from him could make him thoroughly chilled to death.

"If I die, the sisters An Xixue won't get to live either!" In desperation, Wang Anxiang grasped at this last straw.

Upon hearing this, Ling Fan's expression changed drastically, "Don't kill him!"

Yuan Long paused his movements. Though he didn't strike a lethal blow, he did break one of Wang Anxiang's arms, realizing this guy had something on Ling Fan, so he dared not act rashly and merely broke his arm.

Wang Jing wasn't so lucky, however. After a scream, his limbs were completely broken; he lay on the ground twitching in pain, tears and snot flowing.

"Motherfucker, you won't die a good death. Hua Yi won't let you get away with this, Uncle, quickly let the Crown Prince come out and kill this bunch of beasts. Martial Association isn't worth shit!" Wang Jing was hurting so bad he forgot to fear and cursed loudly.

Wang Anxiang was sweating profusely from his forehead. His spur-of-the-moment cleverness had only temporarily saved him a little time. Tang Tiancheng had just informed him through the earpiece that the Tang Family's private military forces were arriving soon.

The scene on the stage made everyone below too afraid to breathe, deeply realizing what goes around comes around. It had not been long since!

Just a while ago, how arrogant and overbearing was Wang Jing... When he had others break Qian Dayong's limbs, did he ever consider his own fate!

Ling Fan stared at Wang Jing's fierce face and snorted coldly, "It felt good breaking my man's limbs earlier, didn't it? Savor it now. You still have quite the mouth on you. Break another limb!"

"Break another limb?" Ma Ji was astonished; hadn't they all been broken already? What was left?

He Chuan reacted quickly, disregarding the pain of his broken arm, and charged forward, "Young Master Ling, let me do it, damn it, he nearly caused a huge disaster!"

Hating Wang Anxiang to the bone for seeking his help, although he had no chance to deal with him now, he could take some interest on his nephew Wang Jing.

Wang Anxiang and Wang Jing were both somewhat confused. Actually, inviting He Chuan to deal with Tian Yun was supposed to be the final preparation. The ones who had taken the initiative just now were the Hong family, the Yuan family, and the Ma family, who had stirred up trouble on their own.

The conflict between He Chuan and Tian Yun in the end was because he failed to casually chat up Li Mengying, which led him to fly into a rage out of humiliation. On the surface, it seemed like it had nothing to do with them!

However, the audience below didn't think so and started discussing fervently among themselves.

"I was wondering, so this guy targeted Tian Yun just because he was invited by Hua Yi, and he intentionally approached Li Mengying to create trouble," someone muttered under their breath.

"I get it now. That fellow from the Ma Family who troubled Li Mengying earlier was a setup, and then this guy deliberately staged a heroic rescue!" another person nodded repeatedly.

The crowd turned into a bunch of Sherlocks, starting to deduce with logic that was full of holes, yet everyone was convinced that this was the case, certainly in their minds.

It's undeniable that the power of public opinion is strong. Even baseless claims can seem factual, and soon, they were accepted as the truth.

Upon hearing this, Wang Anxiang and Wang Jing nearly cried. It didn't seem like the facts were as such, but they seemed to be blamed very logically.

Actually, He Chuan's words just now didn't mean that; he was merely fearful because of what he had previously agreed to do.

If it weren't for his attraction to Li Mengying causing the superficial conflict to change, just like Yuan Deyong, he would have ended up in an irreversible conflict with Ling Fan and would already be dead by now. It could be said that he was extremely lucky to have escaped with his life.
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That's why he said that Hua Yi nearly caused a disaster. Under the astonished gazes of everyone, he immediately kicked towards Wang Jing's groin.

"Pffft!"

Wang Jing only felt a numbness in his lower body, as if his soul had left his body, realizing that none of his limbs were as valuable as this one!

He clearly heard the sound of his nuts smashing and immediately blanked out, fainting.

Li Mengying, watching He Chuan's back, was indifferent. Any trace of good feelings or guilt had vanished long ago, realizing that this hypocrite had set her up from the start.

Listening to the discussions below, He Chuan with his foot pulled back, instantly changed his expression as he realized what had happened.

When he saw the expressions on Li Mengying's and Ling Fan's faces, he immediately knelt down, initially wanting to vent but had instead caused a huge mess, trapping himself in the process.

Mainly because the crowd below was just too damn ridiculous; it was like being caught with mud in your pants — not shit yet still like shit, with no place to explain.

Ling Fan, however, didn't say anything more, but his impression of this guy had significantly dropped.

However, Yun Fei, seeing He Chuan's action earlier, sheepishly turned her head, cursing internally. She remembered that night at Hong Dewei's private villa and her face quietly flushed.

Shangguan Yue and Li Shishi along with many other women at the scene also realized what had happened, looking at the fainted Wang Jing with discomfort.

Many men near the stage unconsciously squeezed their legs together; the sound of the smashing nuts had them tensing up all over.

Just then, Ling Fan suddenly furrowed his brows and soon saw a group of bodyguards in camouflage, armed and fully equipped entering through the main and side doors of the hall.

"Haha, think martial artists are amazing? I wonder how many Martial Slayer Bullets you can block from a submachine gun. If you don't want to die, release my people!" Tang Tiancheng's voice suddenly came through the hall's speakers.