Super War God in the City

Sam was staring at his empty hands and the mottled, cracked battle armor covering his body, completely dumbstruck.

In that split second of the exchange, he distinctly felt the taste of death.

"How... how is this possible?" Sam's head swirled with dizziness, feeling as if he were in a dream.

Seeing Ling Fan about to charge at him, he immediately showed his fierce intent, scared out of his wits.

If this happened again, he would surely die!

The battle armor on his body, it simply couldn't withstand a second burning from this guy.

"Fuck, damn that Ling Beiming, actually more twisted than me!" Sam couldn't help but curse inwardly.

With no time to think further, while the activation of the Behemoth Bloodline hadn't faded, he immediately turned and fled in panic.

"Damn it, where do you think you're going, have the guts to take another punch from grandpa!" Official Ling, seeing this, was instantly invigorated.

The whole world was watching now, and the recent battle had been so frustrating, he nearly tarnished the name of the War Emperor.

Now seeing Sam in terrified flight, he felt a great sense of relief, as if he finally got to vent his anger, for Official Ling was someone who cared about face.

If he had been the one beaten into a panicked retreat by Sam today, he would have no place to put his face!

"Sam, you were talking tough just a moment ago, weren't you? If you're so capable, stop running and come back for three hundred more rounds!" Ling Fan taunted as he chased after him.

Sam, who was frantically running ahead, nearly tripped over, feeling extremely frustrated.

Under the current circumstances, let alone three hundred rounds, even three would be really hard to say.

Indeed, fortunes change with time, and the tables can turn in an instant; before he knew it, he was the one fleeing in embarrassment.

Moreover, he was now running desperately in front of the whole world; just the thought made him feel unbearably ashamed as if there were no place to hide his humiliation. Today, he suffered not just heavy losses but also disgrace that reached his grandmother's home.

His face was utterly lost; had he known it would end this way, he would never have provoked this scourge.

But where in the world can you buy regret medicine? It was all too late to change anything, and whether he could even escape with his life was still in question!

This sudden turnaround caught all the viewers in front of their screens by surprise, exchanging looks of bewilderment.

In the English Castle.

"Haha, Grandpa, I won, you see, I am more accurate at judging people, right? People with high attractiveness usually don't lack in strength!" Lydia's eyes brightened as she watched the scene on the screen.

Brook, looking at the screen, couldn't help but take a deep breath, genuinely surprised by the scene unfolding before him.

"This... Ling Beiming truly has some skills; the flames from earlier were a bit odd, they seemed quite extraordinary. We must be extra careful when encountering him in the future!" Brook furrowed his brows and said.

"Hehe, who doesn't have a few tricks up their sleeves? It's not worth worrying over, but I guess Ling Beiming had to show all his cards because of Sam!" Lydia chuckled softly.

At this moment, Official Ling was also quite frustrated; today, in front of the entire world, he had laid out all his secrets, leaving no privacy for future encounters, which was a significant disadvantage.

Freedom Island.

"This guy, in the end, it's Ling Beiming who has the upper hand, truly you can never underestimate Ling Beiming!" Beth couldn't help but sigh.

Brown too took a deep breath; Ling Beiming was truly an oddity, even Sam with the Behemoth Bloodline wasn't up to scratch!

In Moses Manor.

Standing in front of the screen, Qiao Yuchan silently heaved a sigh of relief, her eyes filled with a sense of gratification.

The hands that Ivan had clenched tightly were also now relaxed.

"Hehe, you understand him well. Beiming is truly not simple, even Behemoth is no match for him!" Ivan sighed lightly.

"Oh, were you just not looking good at him? You are not real friends, are you!" Qiao Yuchan's gaze sharpened as she spoke.

Ivan was taken aback, exclaiming in astonishment, "Why do you say that?"

"Real friends, the more they are in life-and-death crises, the more they should provide unconditional trust and support from behind. You did not!" Qiao Yuchan said indifferently.

Her tone carried a hint of chill, lacking the excessive respect she had shown earlier.

Her understanding of the situation was simple; she viewed it from a pure and straightforward perspective. Real friends should indeed be that simple!

Ivan took a deep breath inwardly, looking blankly at Qiao Yuchan. As the heir to the World's Number One Family, he had received the highest level of education and training worldwide.

This caused him to be capable of complicating the simplest things to the greatest extent, like deducing eighteen possible contexts and implied meanings from a single sentence spoken by someone else.

Yet, Qiao Yuchan was the exact opposite. Her clean and pure aura and way of thinking substantially impacted Ivan's heart.

The relationship between him and Ling Fan was hard to define; they were friends and yet not friends, or perhaps sometimes they were and sometimes they weren't—it was very delicate.

"He should be the only friend I have in this world!" Ivan mused for a moment before speaking quietly.

Qiao Yuchan frowned slightly. "Perhaps I don't understand the kind of bond you men share. I was presumptuous in my comment just now, my apologies!"

Ivan did not say anything more, but his esteem for Qiao Yuchan rose a notch, suddenly finding this woman to be quite extraordinary, and feeling even more jealous.

Apart from being the heir to the World's Number One Family, in many respects, he felt inferior to Ling Beiming, even when it came to choosing women, he was far from a match—so much envy!

The various organizations worldwide waiting to mock Ling Fan suddenly lost their voice, looking utterly dejected!

The President of the White Country was secretly pleased, hoping that Demon King Sam would take Ling Fan down or at least teach him a severe lesson, to let Ling Beiming know that there are heavens beyond the sky and people beyond himself!

That he should act more reserved when going out and not be so damned arrogant.

While that was a nice thought and the dream was grand, the reality was harsh; Official Ling was just that formidable, and no one could handle him.

After much turmoil and twists, everyone went against Ling Fan and was severely taught a lesson.

All those who didn't get along with Ling Fan fell silent.

The three Heads of the Martial Alliance who had luckily escaped with their lives also saw their last hope dashed, feeling as if they had completely sunk into their darkest hour.

"Damn it, we must stop harboring any hope of luck!" The Hierarch from Dewan Country cursed out loud, turning to prepare for his escape.

The English Martial Alliance Master also left with a gloomy expression, hastily leaving the Martial Alliance with several beautiful women of varying appearances.

After seeing Demon King Sam fleeing in panic, the Fasi Country Alliance Leader didn't say another word, quickly packed a few things, and disappeared without a trace with his wife and child.

As Official Ling, full of bravery, pursued the escaping Demon King Sam, news swiftly spread throughout the Underworld.

The three Heads of the Martial Alliance who had narrowly escaped had, just now, resigned from their positions and vanished without a trace!

Upon hearing this news, the whole world was in an uproar, utterly shocked.