Super War God in the City

The bodyguards that suddenly barged in numbered no less than a couple hundred. These well-trained individuals emitted an extremely dense murderous aura. As soon as they burst onto the scene, they surrounded the stage, each one wielding a firearm aimed at the people on the stage.

The audience below was terrified, especially those closest to the stage, who, in a rush, left their seats and surged backward!

This Hua Yi is fucking insane, completely insane...

Ling Fan's brow furrowed slightly. These people were not like ordinary bodyguards; they were trained by an internationally renowned security company.

Most of the weapons they used were Martial Slayer Bullets, which could harm martial artists below the Third Grade. As for the more powerful Godslayer Weapons that could threaten those above the Fourth Grade, they were mostly regulated.

Apart from the high cost that few could afford, if it was discovered that Godslayer Weapons were being mass-produced against martial artists, it would certainly provoke a bloody purge from the upper echelons of the Martial Arts World.

Ling Fan was not afraid of these special bodyguards. Martial Slayer Bullets posed no threat to him; his only concern was for Yun Fei and the others who had no self-protection against such bullets.

However, at the scene, aside from himself, there were three individuals in the Grandmaster Realm. Hong Feng had lost an arm, which would indeed affect his strength.

Yun Fei and the other women had never seen such a situation before, and immediately felt as though their hands and feet had gone cold, their faces turning pale.

These were firearms, after all. No matter how strong a martial artist was, they were still mortals. How could they stand against that?

Even Feng Qiang and Qian Dayong, who were lying on the ground looking up to Ling Fan as a god, were dumbfounded. Despite their blind confidence, it didn't mean they were fools.

"It's over. I didn't expect the opponent to have prepared such a force in secret. Are we really going to die here today?" Zhou Tianlu looked at the deadly scene and let out a bitter laugh.

"Boss, you take the sisters and escape first, don't worry about us!" Zhou Tianlu said.

"Brother-in-law, try to get Sister Yun and the others out first, don't worry about me. You need to survive, you can't leave my sister a widow!" Feng Qiang had also regained his composure and advised Ling Fan.

Ling Fan looked at Feng Qiang, speechless. This guy...

That's when Qian Dayong also spoke up, "Young Master Ling, don't worry about me either, but you must take care of my family afterwards!"

Ling Fan, looking at these guys as if they were making their final arrangements, felt depressed yet more so moved.

Yuan Long, Ma Hua, and Hong Feng also had solemn expressions. Although they were Grandmaster Realm powerhouses with Protective Gang Qi that could fend off the threat of firearms, there was a limit! If thousands or even tens of thousands of bullets poured out, their Protective Gang Qi would not hold up, especially since the opponent was using Martial Slayer Bullets.

He Chuan, who had just escaped from a desperate situation, had an ashen face. It seemed as if fate was set this day; he had managed to avoid the first day but not the fifteenth. With such a force, he didn't even have to think about it; if hit, death was certain.

He Feichen's face was ugly, never having imagined himself dying under firearms.

Ling Fan swept a glance from side to side. Onstage, there were seven people from Tian Yun, including the three Elders, He Feichen, and He Chuan—twelve in total. The only ones who could really make a difference were himself and the three Grandmaster Elders.

If the four of them didn't care about the other eight people, these bodyguards would not find it so easy to deal with them. Ling Fan himself could deal with these ants, but the safety of Yun Fei and the others was hard to guarantee, which was his concern.

"Hahaha, what of martial artists? This world is not only for martial artists. I advise you to quickly let me down, otherwise I'll turn you all into sieves!" Wang Anxiang burst into excited laughter.

"Huh!"

The stunned audience members regained their composure and looked towards the stage, surrounding the dozen or so people, feeling many mixed emotions.

The modern firearms equipment against highly cultivated martial artists—they had previously regarded martial artists with great awe and fear!

Seeing their grave expressions now, they immediately felt a sense of relief and suddenly found that these martial artists weren't so terrifying after all.

In the age of cold weapons, these individuals could have been the key to altering the outcome of a battle. But in today's modern society, they no longer held their status. Otherwise, why would they be hiding in a corner of Zhongnan?

This is the era of technology, the era of the waning of martial arts. It's also the sorrow of the martial artists; ten years of arduous practice in the mountains, only to be outmatched by a single bullet.

"What do you think, under these circumstances, can they survive?" someone couldn't help but voice their question.

"Brother, what are you daydreaming about? You've watched too many Hollywood blockbusters. They are martial artists, not superheroes. If they could survive something like this, the world would've been in chaos long ago.

What would the world have to do with us? It would have been ruled by martial artists, turned into their domain. Then everyone would simply practice martial arts instead of developing technology.

Don't forget, martial artists are human, not deities. No matter how powerful, can they withstand a cannon?" someone nearby shook their head.

Hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement. Right, they had been overly intimidated by martial artists today, almost forgetting who ruled the world.

Martial artists were not so terrifying after all, and most martial artists were just physically much stronger than average people, enjoying that advantage and nothing more!

"Finally going to die, huh? I thought you were immortal!" Leng Chuan murmured to himself, a hint of excitement in his eyes.

Li Shishi and Shangguan Yue both felt their hearts sinking. In this scene, even with Ling Fan's extraordinary skills, escaping would be nearly impossible.

If confronted by a few or a dozen, they might still fantasize about Ling Fan surviving, but facing such a large-scale force, they could no longer imagine any possibility of him living through this.

Most people only knew that ordinary individuals revered martial artists, and even the heads of noble and wealthy families treated them with respect and courtesy.

Suddenly seeing these usually exalted beings who they looked up to potentially about to die miserably on the spot, they felt a surge of excitement and exhilaration.

"Heh, did you really think I would stake all my bets on you without a fallback plan? Don't forget, the real rulers of this world are from the Secular World that you disdain. Don't think you're above it all.

In this era of dwindling martial arts, there's no longer a place for you. Apart from showing off in front of ordinary people, you're nothing!" Tang Tiancheng said with a sneer, stepping out from a private box.