Super War God in the City

Li Mengying's ankle was sprained and her arm was numb and paralyzed. Losing support, she immediately fell down next to Yun Fei.

Yun Fei hurriedly moved to Li Mengying's side and held her in her arms, covering her exposed lower body.

"Don't be afraid, Ling Fan is here. We don't need to worry about anything now; he will avenge us!" Yun Fei comforted Li Mengying, her eyes filled with immense confidence and pride as she looked at Ling Fan.

Li Mengying pursed her lips, her face pale as she nodded slightly.

Ling Fan looked at the two women, his heart wrenchingly painful.

At the same time, his gaze swept over the people fallen on the stage one by one. He saw Qian Dayong, whose limbs were broken and was unconscious, Feng Qiang, who was grinning idiotically, Zhou Tianlu, who was inert, and the injured security guards groaning on the ground.

With each injured familiar face he saw, Ling Fan's expression grew colder, eventually it almost turned into tangible ice.

Hong Wei, standing behind Ling Fan, was still in a state of turmoil, his body trembling as he looked at Ling Fan's back and couldn't help but take a step back.

Wang Jing, looking at Hong Ping's visually striking corpse, felt a chill up his spine. He suddenly remembered the figure who wielded lightning back then, standing before him now, seemingly just as elevated.

Wang Anxiang trembled at the core, feeling a hint of fear, his gaze towards Ling Fan turning solemn.

Shangguan Yue below the stage covered her surprised mouth, her eyes wide as she looked at the proud figure on the stage with astonishment.

Li Shishi's beautiful eyes also sparkled, covering her gaping mouth, incredulously looking at the figure on stage she had once looked down upon.

"Is he... that powerful?" Li Shishi could distinctly hear her heart beating rapidly.

Yuan Shang abruptly stood up from his seat, his eyes filled with terror, feeling as if he had been slapped across the face with a clear, stinging slap.

Leng Chuan gulped, his face deathly pale, his palms cold.

Ma Wenguang stood below the stage, originally intending to mock with a few words. Before he could speak, the words were stuck in his throat, his face full of terror as he looked at the calm young man on stage.

In the private box, Tang Tiancheng's pupils slightly contracted, his expression became serious, though not panicked.

Zhang Qiao, in her astonishment below the stage, stared with wide eyes, unable to think. Was this young man really the deputy head of Tian Yun's security department?

Zhao Yuan's cold smile froze on her face, her heart shocked. The Dai Sisters were not much better, both looking at the scene with pale faces and confused thoughts.

"My God, is this even human? A single punch obliterated half of a martial artist's body?" people in the audience gasped.

"Whew!" Someone exhaled deeply, finally coming to their senses.

"I apologize for what I said earlier. I was mistaken, he didn't come here to die. Who exactly is he?" Those who had looked down on and mocked Ling Fan couldn't help but inquire.

"I... I also take back what I said!" revisited the muscular man who had ridiculed Ling Fan earlier, muttering with a pale face.

On stage, Ling Fan didn't inquire Yun Fei and Li Mengying but instead looked at Hong Mo, his tone still calm.

"Why did you touch her!"

This time, Hong Mo lost his previous arrogance and composure. Facing Ling Fan's untroubled voice, he felt a chill throughout his body, his teeth involuntarily chattering.

"I... it wasn't... I... She killed a descendant of our Hong Family in the Secular World!" Hong Mo explained incoherently, slightly terrified by the scene just before.

Ling Fan's gaze flickered slightly, seemingly understanding something.

"Are you from the Zhongnan Dragon Pool's Heavenly Vein Hong Family?" Ling Fan asked lightly.

Hong Mo and the Hong Wei behind him heard the words and their hearts suddenly pounded.

"You... you know me?" Hong Mo asked with a face full of panic, his voice trembling.

"Heh, so that's how it is. It was I who killed your Hong family members, and it seems I should annihilate your entire Hong family!" Ling Fan snorted coldly, his emotions finally showing a hint of icy change.
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"What?" Hong Mo exclaimed in shock.

The next second, Ling Fan's figure flashed like a ghost, appearing in front of Hong Mo, and with a 'thump' a punch struck his chest, piercing right through and killing him instantly.

'Thud!'

Hong Mo's eyes widened, he looked down at the bloodied hole in his chest and collapsed with a thunderous fall, his eyes open in death.

Ling Fan turned around indifferently and looked towards the pale-faced Hong Wei, speaking lightly, "You're from the Hong family too, right? It's your turn now. Will you do it yourself, or shall I help you?"

Considering the pros and cons, Hong Wei, being a Fourth Grade Martial King, realized the disparity in power, as Ling Fan had clearly displayed the strength of a Grandmaster Realm, and he was no match.

"I am the Binzhou branch president of the Secular World Martial Association managed by the Hong family. Do you dare to touch me? Do you want to make an enemy of my Hong family?

Today's incident is a misunderstanding. I can report back to my family and pretend as if nothing happened!" Hong Wei tried both soft and hard tactics, half-threatening Ling Fan.

"Heh, the Hong family! Very good!" Ling Fan let out a cold laugh, his figure flashed again.

'Crack!'

Hong Wei's knees shattered, and he screamed as he collapsed to the ground.

"Inform your Head of the Hong Family to roll before me by nightfall, or else I will not kill you first, I will destroy your Martial Association next, and then flatten your Hong family!" Ling Fan snorted coldly and then ignored Hong Wei.

As soon as Ling Fan spoke these words, there was complete silence both on and off the stage.

A moment later, as thoughts returned, the crowd began discussing in disbelief with tones of excitement, thrill, and shock.

"Damn, that was freaking explosive, this guy is so badass, dealing with the head of the Martial Association like he's just handling a dog!" Someone excitedly said from the crowd.

"Damn, that's too fierce, he actually declared war on the Zhongnan Martial Family that backs the Martial Association?" Someone murmured incredulously.

Wang Jing and Wang Anxiang on the stage gradually regained some calm. They had overlooked this unexpected factor and miscalculated this guy's ability, and were worried about not being able to contend against Ling Fan.

They had not expected this guy to seek his own death by actively provoking the Martial Family backed by the Martial Association. It must be a moment of heated brain, a random spasm, and that turned out to be good news for them.

Hong Wei also gradually calmed down, his face iron-blue, radiating endless resentment and a cold glint.

"Dammit, just a Grandmaster Realm, showing off in the Secular World is one thing, but he's foolish enough to challenge my Martial Family?

I admit I'm not your opponent, but in Zhongnan, there are plenty like you, casually any Elder is at the Grandmaster Realm, and you really think you're invincible.

Fuck, and you want our Family Head to come before you personally? You think you're worthy? Overestimating yourself!" Hong Wei cursed inwardly.

Immediately, he gritted his teeth and sent a message out. As luck would have it, a Grandmaster Realm Elder had just arrived for business and had not yet left. "You seek your own death, giving me a chance to bring reinforcements, don't blame me, just wait and see how you die!"

Ling Fan approached Yun Fei and Li Mengying, crouched down before them, his eyes filled with a pained expression.

"Xiao Ying, I heard someone publicly shamed you yesterday. Tell me, who was it!" Ling Fan looked at Li Mengying, his voice soft.