Super War God in the City

Ling Fan's words had just fallen when the martial artist who had previously injured Feng Qiang and broken Qian Dayong's limbs trembled violently and immediately knelt down!

Facing this merciless killer, he dared not harbor the slightest hope of luck and hastily knelt down to admit defeat.

"It wasn't my fault, it was all their doing!" The man immediately pointed the finger at Wang Anxiang and Wang Jing.

Wang Anxiang and Wang Jing hadn't expected this guy to pull such a stunt and immediately turned pale with anger, glaring at the man as tension built within them.

The man, fearing Ling Fan's attention wouldn't truly shift to the two of them, allowing him to escape danger, promptly spilled every detail, exaggerating the way especially Wang Jing had humiliated Qian Dayong and the others.

"Everything I said is true, if you don't believe me, you can ask your friend. It really has nothing to do with me, I was just following orders, they hired us from Yuan Family's Martial Association for help," the man explained earnestly, as if swearing an oath, afraid that Ling Fan would act on impulse and kill him with a punch.

Ling Fan's face was so grim it seemed as if water could drip from it, and the look he gave Wang Anxiang and Wang Jing was as if he were looking at dead men.

Wang Jing's eyes bulged with shock, a chill enveloping his heart and a cold sweat breaking out on his back, glaring at the man kneeling and begging Ling Fan for mercy, wishing he could tear him to pieces.

"Shit, when was I ever as arrogant as you said, asshole?" Wang Jing almost burst into tears.

"Last time I didn't teach you a lesson harsh enough, it seems you didn't get the message, come on now, let's see who's the loser!" Ling Fan looked at Wang Jing and snorted coldly.

Wang Jing's face turned a deep red, not daring to say a word, incredibly nervous, afraid that Ling Fan might explode and kill him on the spot.

He could see in today's situation that it seemed no one was able to control this madman, and at that thought, he broke into an instant cold sweat.

Ling Fan looked down at the kneeling man and spoke indifferently, "I'll give you a chance. The way you just broke my friend's limbs, now do the same to these two, and then break your own arms, and you can live."

"Hiss~"

On and off the stage, there was a collective gasp of shock; even though there were a few martial artists on stage, which one of them dared to make a move against Ling Fan?

These people were originally hired from the Yuan Family's Martial Association by Wang Anxiang, and now they were probably unable to be commanded in the face of Ling Fan, let alone expect them to do anything when even that man had knelt.

"Third Uncle!" Wang Jing finally became frightened and called out with a trembling voice.

Wang Anxiang's face was grave, he had calculated countless possibilities, but he never imagined the situation would escalate to this point, suddenly feeling that the Martial Association was a bunch of useless trash, being suppressed by a young man to the point where they couldn't even lift their heads.

"Damn, this kid really doesn't fear heaven or earth, he's gone up against Hua Yi again, he really hasn't left himself any way out!" the logistics mogul rubbed his face vigorously from below the stage.

"It's true that the soft are afraid of the hard, and the hard are afraid of those who are desperate. This guy seems to be ready for a fight to the death, this will be interesting to watch!" the real estate mogul also took a deep breath.

"Awesome, my brother-in-law is too awesome!" Feng Qiang, lying on the ground, was ecstatic, having already forgotten the pain from his injuries.

"Fuck, the Wangs were so full of themselves just now, weren't they, showing off like their mouths could launch aircraft carriers!

Now that my brother-in-law is here, why don't you talk big now? Damn it, why are you acting like such losers now, don't even dare to fart, do you?" Feng Qiang yelled at Wang Jing and Wang Anxiang.

"Motherfuckers, try and sever another of my arms while I'm lying here, sons of bitches!"

Feng Qiang had been stifling his frustration until now, but with Ling Fan holding down the fort, he vented out all the pent-up resentment fiercely.

Wang Anxiang and Wang Jing were cursed until their faces turned red, yet they didn't dare utter a word. Although they weren't especially afraid of Ling Fan, the man was currently mad as a hatter; kill at the slightest disagreement. On this stage, within these bounds, Ling Fan was the Heavenly King – the ultimate arbiter of life and death.

"Is this choice difficult for you? I have no patience to await your pondering!" Ling Fan said with impatience adorning his countenance, looking indifferently at the man kneeling on the ground.

"If you dare to touch us, even your Martial Association will have a hard time explaining to our Hua Yi, think carefully!" Wang Anxiang couldn't resist but to threaten when he saw the kneeling man waver.

"Hold on!" Suddenly, a middle-aged man from the audience stepped forward to interject.

The crowd turned towards the voice. Wang Anxiang's spirits lifted, and the man kneeling on the ground also showed a glint of joy – Yuan Deyong, the Head of the Martial Association from the Noble House of Yuan of Binzhou, had arrived.

"Young friend, I am Yuan Deyong, Head of the Binzhou division of the Martial Association from the Noble House of Yuan. Could you do me the honor of letting this misunderstanding pass, making a big deal small, and the small, disappear?" Yuan Deyong considered the face of the Yuan family sufficient to deter the youth before him.

Seeing that Ling Fan remained unmoved, Yuan Deyong frowned slightly and spoke again, "My Yuan Family is the Eighteenth of the Heavenly Vein; surely we have the standing..."

Before he could finish, Ling Fan's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

The next second, the kneeling martial artist crashed to the ground, his eyes wide open in death, unable to comprehend how, with Head Yuan Deyong personally intervening and even bringing up the backing of the Yuan Family of the Heavenly Vein, this man still dared to make a move!

"Since you find it hard to choose, I'll make the decision for you – you can go die now!" Ling Fan stated blandly.

Absolute silence fell over the audience once more. Yuan Deyong's face looked exceptionally ugly; Ling Fan had killed a member of the Yuan Family's Martial Association right before his eyes, showing he didn't take Yuan Deyong into account at all!

"He's gone completely mad, truly. Does he intend to challenge all the Martial Association members present, and even Hua Yi, alone?" The onlookers were thrown into disarray, unable to process their thoughts.

"Didn't I hear wrong just now? The Yuan Family is the Eighteenth of the Zhongnan Heavenly Vein? That's a top-tier existence; even the provincial elite families would have to treat them with caution, wouldn't they?" Someone murmured incredulously.

"Even if this guy is a genius, can he really contend with the Yuan Family? Does he have a death wish? With the strength of the Yuan Family, they could probably obliterate Binzhou with a flip of the hand!" The crowd started discussing animatedly.

At this moment, anyone with a bit of sense would probably avoid rashly making an enemy out of the Yuan Family.

Killing a descendent of the Yuan Family's Martial Association right in front of them had already been a slap in the face to the Yuan family. The fact that Yuan Deyong hadn't exploded in rage was already unbelievable to the onlookers.

Yuan Deyong had humbled himself considerably, which was already giving enough face. Couldn't this young man discern when to advance and when to retreat? Experience new tales on My Virtual Library Empire

Just then, after killing the man, Ling Fan turned casually, looking towards the troubled Yuan Deyong and spoke indifferently, "What did you just say? I didn't catch it!"

Yuan Deyong trembled all over, forcefully suppressing the raging anger within. This slap in the face was blatant – Ling Fan's attitude was far beyond mere disregard; it was downright contempt!

"Kid, who do you think you are? Even if you're not afraid of dying, do you not worry about the people close to you, becoming the public enemy of all the Martial Arts Families present?" Yuan Deyong glared at Ling Fan, his tone cold and menacing.

In response to Yuan Deyong's angry warning and the threat it implied, Ling Fan snorted lightly and said blandly, "So what if I am? Do you really think your shitty Noble Houses are something special? You think you're something, daring to bark and yell in front of me!"