Super War God in the City

As Ge Chusheng's voice fell, he saw his eldest brother collapse before his eyes with a 'thud,' falling to the ground in tears.

When Ge Yingwu fell, it was as if Mount Tai was toppling, striking Ge Chusheng's back. He felt a mountainous pressure descend, his knees went soft, and he nearly knelt down.

"Big... Brother..," Ge Chusheng's eyes widened; his mind turned into a complete mess as he mumbled.

He felt as if his soul had been struck by thunder. The brother he loathed to the bone had died?

"Ha ha, it's you. Long time no see. How have you been?" Ling Fan saw Ge Chusheng, smiled faintly, and greeted him lightly.

"Thud!"

Upon hearing those words, it seemed as if a grand bell rang in Ge Chusheng's heart. He broke into a cold sweat and could no longer hold himself upright, eventually kneeling down.

Looking at the inexplicably deceased Ge Yingwu, he couldn't stir up even a bit of joyful excitement.

Cheng Zhenli was already completely lost in a chaotic sea, nearly kneeling herself at the shocking scene before her.

Hu Haiyan was even worse off. She had been belittling Ling Fan moments ago, but now her soul seemed to have fled, her teeth chattering.

Li Shishi stood behind Ling Fan, her heart pounding with excitement as she clenched her fists and fixed her burning gaze on Ling Fan.

To her, familial background and overwhelming power were mere clouds before Ling Fan, all shattered by a single punch. If she could marry such a man and be cherished and loved by him, even if it shortened her life by thirty years, it would be worth it!

Ling Fan watched Ge Chusheng kneeling before him, feeling a bit amused. "Such a grand gesture just upon meeting; isn't that a bit too polite?"

Not far away, Li Gu and his wife did not know what to say. Ge Chusheng had knelt as soon as he entered. Was the Ge Family really that weak?

Just then, more than ten people entered through the door. Leading them was a square-faced, large-eared man striding in like a tiger, accompanied by a man known as Jing Chun.

Ge Chusheng had rushed in a step ahead; the people from the Martial Association followed closely behind but were a moment too late.

Upon entering and seeing Ge Chusheng kneeling on the ground, Jing Chun was immediately startled. "Old Third Ge, what are you doing?"

Ge Chusheng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Overwhelmed by fear, he had reacted subconsciously. Now, regaining his composure, he felt his cheeks burn, embarrassed.

But he was quick-witted. "My elder brother has been killed. Grief-stricken, I couldn't help but pay my respects, hoping for his peaceful journey ahead!"

"What? Ge Yingwu is dead?" The people from the Martial Association who came in later then noticed the figure lying face down on the ground before Ge Chusheng.

Ling Fan was taken aback and scoffed to himself, "So he was kneeling to his elder brother. I thought it was out of fear of me. Seems I've been rather full of myself!"

Those watching nearby were speechless, wondering if they had read too much into it. Was this all a misunderstanding?

The square-faced, large-eared man beside Jing Chun was none other than Chairman Jing of the Martial Association in Danyang, Jing Tian.

Upon seeing Big Brother Ge die suddenly on the spot, Jing Tian couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat. Although the Ge Family wasn't highly regarded by his Martial Association, they were not trivial figures in Danyang, and now someone had killed him.
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In a few moments, Jing Tian regained his composure. These families of the Secular World, however influential, could not compare with the Martial Arts Families backing them in the Martial Association.

The death of Ge Yingwu merely caused a slight ripple in his emotions, and did not incite panic.

"Ge Chusheng, point out the boy who is here!" Jing Tian glanced over Ge Yingwu's corpse and then indifferently withdrew his gaze, speaking to Ge Chusheng.

Upon hearing this, Ge Chusheng's mouth went dry, and he gazed blankly at Ling Fan, who stood not far in front of him. He wanted to stand up but found his waist and knees weak, his legs feeling as though they lacked kneecaps, unable to muster any strength to rise.

All he could do was tremble and point at Ling Fan, "The person you're looking for is him!"

At that moment, he felt slightly regretful. With Ge Yingwu gone, things could potentially end badly for him too. The members of the Martial Association behind him seemed to be of little use.

His original plan was to use these associates from the Martial Association as expendable scouts to probe the situation. If they could kill Ling Fan, that would be optimal; if Ling Fan killed them, wouldn't Ling Fan then have formed a deadly feud with the Martial Family backing the Martial Association?

This plan was a strategy to kill two birds with one stone, putting him safely out of the fray, playing the tactic of watching tigers fight from a mountaintop with clever finesse.

But man's calculations fall short of heaven's. Chairman Jing from the Jing Family's Head of the Martial Association insisted he lead the way, acting as a witness. He had clung to hope, consoling himself en route, but upon arrival, what he saw differed completely from what he had imagined.

Jing Tian hesitated as he looked at the ordinary-looking young man, "Are you the Ling Fan from Binzhou?"

Ge Chusheng, kneeling on the ground, swiftly considered his options and couldn't help but speak up, warning Jing Tian, "Chairman Jing, Young Master Ling is no ordinary person. You are no match for him. I think it's best to let this go. Entering into enmity with Young Master Ling is not a wise move!"

Ge Chusheng's words slightly dazed Ling Fan, "What scene is being played out here?"

He had thought this guy brought reinforcements to pick a fight, but apparently, the situation seemed different.

Observing the members of the Martial Association before him, he could not recall having such enemies. Was he now so influential that he automatically attracted animosity? Had his constitution somehow become a magnet for trouble?

Jing Tian and the others were also somewhat bemused. Upon seeing Ge Chusheng, now kneeling on the ground, they finally understood; the man was utterly terrified.

Without paying the young man further attention, they turned to Ling Fan, "I'm asking you, did your subordinate take our Jing Family's Jing He?"

Upon hearing this, Ling Fan grimaced, thinking, "What the hell is all this fuss about? Is Ding Wanchang's son's marriage so troubled that I, a past debtor of the Ding family, have to clean up their mess in Danyang?"

"Is Jing He a member of your Jing Family's Martial Association?" Ling Fan raised an eyebrow as he spoke.

"Indeed, you're quite bold. Daring to meddle in a marital affair of a child from my Martial Family, have you grown tired of living? Your subordinate will definitely die, and today, you will too!" Jing Tian declared resoundingly as he looked at Ling Fan.

Ling Fan stroked his chin, realizing the newly revealed status of Jing He. It seemed she wasn't favored much in her family, and he resolved to be thoroughly generous.

With a look of disdain, he coolly stated, "It's your Jing Family's good fortune that Jing He could marry my subordinate. Fortune has smiled upon your ancestors' graves. You are unaware of good fortune and still dare to come here and challenge me!"

At these words, Jing Tian looked stunned, seeing Ling Fan as if he were a creature from another world, hardly believing his ears.

Before he could speak, Jing Chun, unable to contain himself, reddened with anger, pointed at Ling Fan, and yelled furiously, "How impudent! What do you think you are? Utterly shameless!"

A mere mortal from the Secular World daring to be so arrogant. Today, I will make sure your ancestors' graves smoke!"

With a shout, Jing Chun drew the Three-foot Green Blade from his back, transforming into a blur as he charged headlong toward Ling Fan to strike!