Super War God in the City

Ling Fan looked at the approaching Weide and took a deep breath before bravely meeting the assault head-on.

The Holy Martial Nine Forms, the first move, Heaven-Cutting Fist, was executed to perfection, with Nine Layers Fist Force building upon each other—this move was the most skillfully mastered technique in his repertoire.

"Hehe, if Ling Beiming played to his strengths against the weaknesses of others, he might have some chance of winning, but in this narrow cave, trying to match physical strength with Weide is simply seeking death!" Brook said lightly while watching the video.

Lydia's expression was somewhat solemn, and she did not say anything. For some reason, she did not really want to see Ling Beiming get killed.

After all, being the most mysterious Great Emperor in the entire Underworld, she was quite curious about him and had plans to get in touch with him if the opportunity arose.

This little wish had not yet come true, and now Ling Beiming was about to fall, which made her feel somewhat regretful.

'Bang!'

In the cave, Ling Fan's iron fist had suddenly collided with Wien's.

The Physical Strength of the Blood Clan was innate, stemming from the abilities of their bloodline—the higher their Cultivation, the more powerful the activated Bloodline Power, and the more monstrous their physical strength.

Ling Fan's strength, besides his own Cultivation and physical body, also came from the execution of his Martial Techniques.

In the instant of the clash, Ling Fan felt a force as though the primordial energies had been exerted on his body, surging and profound.

However, Wien's experience was completely different. At the moment of impact, he felt wave after wave of overwhelming force, like the relentless rolling waves of the Yangtze River, piling up and raging without limit.

In the end, these accumulating forces turned into a towering wave, as if it would engulf the entire world.

The wild and rampant forces spread through every inch of skin and cell, transmitting within the flesh, starting from the fist, to the arm, the shoulder...

Wien felt that under the oppression of this force, his bones and flesh were suffering crazy destruction.

If it weren't for the Blood Clan's extraordinarily endowed physical body, he had no doubt that this punch would have crippled him.

This punch would have directly killed any of those Low Rank Blood Clan members around him.

It was clear now that Ling Beiming had not fought with all his might before, and face to face with Wien, he had gone all out.

After the punch collided, both men drew back, Wien three steps and Ling Fan four, Ling Fan at a slight disadvantage!

The surrounding low-ranking Vampires gasped in shock, the Elder Level Wien was actually forced back?

It dawned on the Vampires that Ling Beiming had been holding back when he fought with them.

A chill ran through the group of Vampires, and although they were brave, they also feared death—immortal creatures as they were, they were even more terrified of dying.

In the castle, Brook's expression became a bit more serious, and he was shocked as well.

The strength and durability that a body can demonstrate are two different things, just like how an ordinary man might lift a hundred-pound hammer to smash a boulder but couldn't possibly smash it with his bare hands.

The principle is the same; even if Ling Fan possessed immense strength, his body might not necessarily withstand the impact of that force.

Therefore, Martial Artists need to rely on the power of weapons, Protective Battle Armor, and the like.

Brook had lured Ling Fan into the cave to limit his weapon-wielding capabilities!

But now, what did he see? He saw a human whose physical body was as monstrous as a Blood Clan Elder's.

"How can this be, how has this guy trained his body to such a level?" Brook couldn't hide his astonishment and murmured to himself.

Lydia licked her lips, her eyes sparkling with admiration, "So this Ling Beiming is this strong?"

In the cave.

"Your physical strength is so formidable!" exclaimed Wien, his surprise hardly containable.

At that moment, his Bloodline Power was rapidly repairing his damaged arm.

Inside Official Ling's heart surged even greater shock. The punch he had thrown with all his might had only managed to knock the opponent back three steps?

Under normal circumstances, this punch could have exploded an ordinary Wuxuan Realm martial artist.

He had heard that the Blood Clan was called undying and had terrifying Physical Strength, but this level of durability was simply infuriating.

"Holy Princess, is the Blade of the Divine Soul effective against this guy?" Ling Fan urgently consulted in his mind.

He needed to be sure because his current physical condition did not allow him to frivolously use these trump cards; if they failed to work, the consequences would be troublesome.

"You can try; it should be somewhat effective, probably about the same as with that Sam!" the Holy Princess explained.

Ling Fan felt a sinking feeling in his heart, sensing that this was going to be troublesome.

"You shadow-dwelling trash, let's see how much of a beating you can take!" Ling Fan gritted his teeth fiercely, shook his arms, and charged crazily again.

At this moment, Wien's arm had also fully regenerated, but this time he had completely activated his Bloodline Power and entered a berserk state, fighting desperately against the abnormal Ling Beiming.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

In an instant, a series of muffled booming collisions echoed within the cave, as the two fiercely collided like two Iron Bulls encountering each other on a narrow road, fighting madly in close combat.

The narrow stone walls to the left and right were pelted by the rocks broken off from their collisions; Official Ling's mouth was dripping with blood, his eyes blood-red, facing such a dangerous situation for the first time since he left the mountains!

Wien was not faring any better, with his body's regenerative ability barely keeping up with the speed of Ling Fan's destructive attacks. His strength was also perceptibly declining!

This way, it would come down to stamina and Physical Strength. Whomever couldn't hold on any longer would be finished first.

Seeing Ling Beiming becoming more fierce with battle, Wien, as a Blood Clan Elder, actually felt a trace of coldness in his heart.

"Fuck, is this really a human? He's even fiercer than the Blood Clan!" Wien felt speechless inside.

After a fierce struggle, Official Ling steeled his heart; he had secretly consulted the Holy Princess earlier. Creatures of the Blood Clan were naturally somewhat immune to Exotic Fire.

However, for him to annihilate these beings in front of him with his Exotic Fire would be as easy as flipping one's hand, but given his current strength, the effects were uncertain!

But having some effect was better than none. How long could he keep this up?

"Damn it, taste this punch from your young master!" Ling Fan shouted and charged again, with the Exotic Fire erupting from within his body.

"Boom! Boom! Boom~"

With this flurry of punches and kicks, he immediately bewildered Weide.

Though the Exotic Fire hadn't inflicted a fatal injury on him, it scorched his flesh to a blur.

"Damn it, what kind of fire is this?" After a punch that forced Ling Fan back, Weide let out a roar to the sky.

The blown-back Official Ling was immediately panting for breath; this display had greatly depleted his True Essence Inner Force.

Wien was also in a bad state; the greater the damage to his body, the more Energy his regeneration consumed. Continuing in this trend, he was at risk of facing death!

"Ling Beiming, I never imagined that a mere human would push me to such an extent. Forbidden Technique—Boundless Blood Prison!" Wien yelled explosively, his face hideously twisted.

Brook and Lydia in the castle were already stunned by the scene before them, exchanging bewildered glances.

The ferocity of Ling Beiming was simply infuriating; he had actually forced the Blood Clan Elder to use the Forbidden Art, which could only be used three times in a lifetime, causing extreme damage to the body and acting as a desperate final move!

Suddenly, Ling Fan felt as if he was immersed in an endless sea of blood, his vision filled with the salty tang of red.

The low-rank Blood Clan spectators around were shocked and changed color, all fleeing wildly. However, the cave was narrow, and the few who ran slowly were directly enveloped by the Blood Shadow, corroded without a trace.

The blood of the Blood Prison had a terrifying corrosive ability. Below the God Realm, to touch it meant injury, and to contact it meant death!

Immediately, colossal waves of blood surged backwards, coming from all directions to envelop Ling Fan.

"Ling Beiming, go to Hell now!" Wien, baring his fangs, yelled with a ferocious and horrifying visage.