Super War God in the City

Facing Ling Fan's explosive shout, Sam, rushing forward with anger, sneered internally. He had been utterly crushing his opponent all along, yet this man dared to talk tough.

After Ling Fan released a Blade of the Divine Soul, his figure swiftly followed, unleashing the Thunderclap Sky-breaker with the Spirit Sword in his hand, aiming a slash straight at Sam's head.

"Boom~"

The onrushing Sam only felt a thunderous explosion in his mind, as if his head had slammed against a wall, causing him to feel dizzy.

Seeing this, Ling Fan's eyes flashed, "Damn, rest in peace now!"

Just as Ling Fan's Sword Qi was about three feet from Sam's head, a blinding white light suddenly flashed on Sam, revealing a silver, bright set of battle armor.

"Bang!"

Ling Fan's Sword Qi slashed directly downwards, firmly and squarely landing on Sam's helmeted head.

Sam was sent flying and rolled far away.

Ling Fan suddenly widened his eyes, shocked that his sword had not penetrated Sam's defense.

A moment later, what shocked Official Ling even more was that Sam wobbled but managed to stand up again.

"Damn, even the Blade of the Divine Soul couldn't kill him?" Ling Fan was truly astounded.

"Behemoth bloodline, innate advantage. Some exotic beasts have natural defenses in their Sea of Soul Consciousness, unless your Soul Power completely overwhelms the opponent, or you're powerful to a certain extent!" Holy Princess explained indifferently, not too surprised by the scene before her.

Sam was also lucky; if he hadn't activated his Behemoth bloodline, Ling Fan's previous Blade of the Divine Soul would have taken his life.

And in that critical moment, the Behemoth Armor on his body also saved his life.

At this time, Sam, having regained some clarity, felt a chill in his heart. If it weren't for the battle armor inherited from the Behemoth Clan, he would have been cleaved to death by Ling Fan just now.

"Damn, I don't believe this!" Ling Fan hardened his heart, his figure swiftly moving again.

The world watched, dazzled and deeply impressed by Sam's resilience; just now he had taken a hit from Beiming straight on.

Moreover, he was still unharmed, his bravery no less than Ling Beiming's!

"Ling Beiming has finally met his match, haha, damn, that's truly thrilling. I hope Sam brings everyone even more surprises!" The President of White Country was exhilarated.

At this moment, several Alliance Leaders, who had luckily fled back to their countries, watched the live broadcast with faces full of nervous excitement.

"F**k, Sam is awesome, he definitely has to hold on, kill this Ling Beiming!" the Governor of England muttered anxiously.

The Alliance Leader of Fasi Country was also restless, watching the live broadcast and feeling a rising hope.

"Shit, if Sam had been with us when we teamed up earlier, we might have already killed Ling Beiming, what a pity!" the Alliance Leader of Fasi Country regretted internally.

"Sam is truly worthy of the name Demon King. The Behemoth bloodline is indeed terrifying. He withstood Beiming's attack on his own and didn't flinch. If he manages to kill Ling Beiming today, his fame will skyrocket!" the Dewan Country Alliance Leader muttered to himself.

All these guys were praying internally for Sam to emerge as the final victor. As long as Ling Fan died, they could rest easy and continue comfortably in their positions as leaders.

In an ancient castle in England, Brook watched the live broadcast on the screen with a faint smile, holding a cup filled with ruby-red liquid.

Standing next to him was a seductively beautiful woman, her allure completely different from that of beauty pageant champions or global misses.

It was a beauty that radiated charm and seduction from the bones, with a hint of an indescribable wickedness, giving off an indefinable sense of corruption.

"Grandpa, this Sam is really too ugly, I still prefer Ling Beiming—much more pleasant to look at!" the woman said with a cold, indifferent expression as she watched the broadcast.

Her gaze was more on Ling Fan, compared to Sam's hideous Hulk-like form, Ling Beiming's handsome appearance was definitely more appealing.

Brook looked at his granddaughter and chuckled, "Hehe, Lydia, you're not falling for this Ling Beiming, are you? He's unlikely to become our friend!"

Lydia smiled enchantingly, "Hehe, grandpa, I bet Sam is no match for him!"

"Oh? So confident!" Brook shrugged, noncommittally.

At that time, within the Shenwu Institute in the Amazon Jungle.

A middle-aged Caucasian man, with a refined demeanor, quietly watched the live broadcast in front of him, alone in the room.

"Behemoth Bloodline?" The middle-aged man furrowed his brows and contemplated.

After observing Sam for a while, he focused more on Ling Fan.

"A human whose physical body is comparable to the Behemoth Bloodline is indeed very rare. In terms of potential, Ling Beiming seems even greater!" he muttered to himself.

The Shenwu Institute has its secrets, harboring some special races, but it indeed lacks humans with abnormal transformations like Ling Fan.

On the battlefield.

Official Ling got fierce, sheathed his weapon, and threw a surging punch.

After initially fearing and panicking, Sam's eyes widened when he saw Ling Fan charging at him again, this time bare-handed.

Suppressing his fear, he immediately steeled his heart.

"Damn it, if you couldn't handle me with a weapon, dare you confront me bare-handed?" Sam sneered inwardly, waving the Earthshock Hammer in his hands as he charged toward Ling Fan.

"Sam, if you can take my punch, then you're awesome," Ling Fan snorted with laughter.

"Pah, I could stand still and let you chop, and you still couldn't kill me. Bare-handed— shit, watch grandpa hammer you to death!" Sam roared.

The two were about to collide. Sam looked ferocious, seeing it as his final chance.

Because the time for the activation of the Behemoth Bloodline was almost up, if he couldn't handle Ling Beiming bare-handed now, he would be in trouble.

"Die!" Sam's eyes widened with rage, and he gnashed his teeth fiercely.

The fight between the two had been intense and not only was Ling Fan shocked over and over again, but so was Sam.

As a genius fully awakening the Behemoth Bloodline, he was quite confident in his strength, considering himself among the top in the Martial Arts World.

But the fact that he couldn't overcome Ling Beiming after a long battle, Ling Fan's title as the War Emperor was indeed not unfounded, and he grudgingly respected him more than before.

As they were merely a meter apart, the Exotic Fire suddenly burst out from within Ling Fan, engulfing Sam entirely.

"Damn it, I don't believe this won't burn you to death!" Ling Fan shouted in his mind.

'Bang!'

A heavy, dull sound echoed as Ling Fan's punch landed on Sam, swallowed by the Exotic Fire.

"Hm?" Ling Fan suddenly paused.

Differently from usual targets that would burn to nothing upon being hit, Sam didn't turn to ash immediately.

"It must be related to that inexplicable battle armor!" Ling Fan muttered to himself after sending Sam flying with a punch.

At that moment, Sam turned into a fireball and was thrown into the air. As he flew, the flames gradually disappeared, revealing Sam's true form.

The Earthshock Hammer that he had been holding had vanished, melted by the Exotic Fire.

And his body, covered in silver battle armor, seemed relatively unscathed, although the armor was scorched and no longer looked as imposing as before.

He guessed that one more hit should be able to burn it away.

"What the hell, what kind of battle armor is this, able to withstand Exotic Fire?" Official Ling was dumbfounded, his eyes nearly popping out.

"No need to be surprised, the Exotic Fire sealed within you hasn't even unleashed one ten-thousandth of its power yet. This guy's battle armor is of the Mid-grade Spirit Instrument level. Just burn it a bit more!" Holy Princess explained calmly.

"So that's it. Able to resist Soul Power attacks and also withstand Exotic Fire, this guy's innate advantages aren't bad, really makes him tough to kill!" Ling Fan's gaze turned cold as he muttered darkly.

"Hahaha, Sam, you really are tough-skinned and hard-fleshed, damn, take another punch from me!" Official Ling let out a long laugh and charged forward again.