Super War God in the City

"How could this happen? How is it possible?" The crowd shook their heads in disbelief, their faces etched with incredulity.

Everyone looked on as Feng Xiaobai emerged from the dust, his cheeks stiff with shock, unable to utter a word.

At this moment, blood hung from the corner of Feng Xiaobai's mouth, clearly injured, and judging from his gait, the injuries seemed quite severe.

However, he was still alive, and to those watching, this was terrifyingly unbelievable.

Dong Weiyue's face, previously smug with satisfaction, gradually stiffened into a frozen smile.

"He survived that?" Dong Weiyue's heart clenched suddenly, she too was stunned.

Standing at a distance and reveling in schadenfreude, Wei Yuanjie and the others were dumbfounded, their expectations continuously clashing with reality.

"This guy, he must have something strange on him, it's impossible for him not to die after that!" Wei Yuanjie murmured uncertainly.

"Could it be, he really has some sort of protective artifact?" Shen Ying's eyes lit up.

Huang Yuanwu and Gu Kaiyu exchanged a look, discerning the desire in each other's eyes. Who wouldn't be tempted by such a treasure?

But after a glance at the audience, they knew that even if that kid really did have a treasure, it was not their turn to have it.

By this time, Yu Yuanbai, who had suffered serious injuries, had finally regained some color.

Feng Nan's failure to kill his opponent wasn't bad news for him, it was exactly what he had longed for!

On the viewing platform.

"What's your take?" Dong Tianyi, who was the first to regain his composure, asked in a deep voice.

"From what I see now, this kid is stronger than any of us. At least, I couldn't be hit head-on and still be so unscathed!" Jia Qian said, his expression grave.

The others beside him nodded in agreement, "This defense is too terrifying, could it be his body itself?"

"His body? Wake up, is that likely? Unless he's above the Half-step Divine Realm, forget it, this kid has a defensive artifact!" Ruan Yulong's eyes flickered slightly, his mind seeming to scheme.

At the top of the viewing platform, Dong Yanghua and the others had also recovered from their shock.

"Brother Dong, I'm even tempted by the defensive artifact on this kid!" Jia Qingsheng said with a light smile, half-joking.

Upon hearing this, the others exchanged glances and smiled.

Dong Yanghua swept his gaze over the group and said indifferently, "You've spoken everyone's mind. Who wouldn't be tempted? Let's see."

"Heh, Brother Dong, us elders coveting something from a junior seems somewhat improper," Liang Cheng'en hesitated to say.

"What's improper about it? If it's not to our benefit, it will be to someone else's!" Shu Xing Yan said casually, as if it was only natural.

"Judging by its appearance, this artifact seems quite extraordinary. Naturally, it should go to Brother Dong. After all, it could enhance our collective strength, which is a benefit for us too!" Lu Hongshuo mused.

There was only one artifact, and their desire for it was futile. Dong Yanghua was the strongest among them, and naturally the right of allocation rested in his hands.

"Alright, let's not talk about this for now. As long as it can improve our overall strength, it should go to whoever is best suited, not necessarily to me!" Dong Yanghua said lightly, not wanting to appear too greedy.

Just then, Feng Xiaobai on the stage brandished his Plum Blossom Spear and began to show his prowess.

"Kid, you've had your fun, now it's my turn to limber up!" Feng Xiaobai shouted explosively, wielding the Plum Blossom Spear like a dragon or a serpent.

The shocked Feng Nan finally reacted. Without time for further thought, he dashed forward, his Heavy Sword swinging once again, and in an instant, he was clashing head-on with Feng Xiaobai.

Feng Nan was not weak, his Divine Skills were already focused on strength, and coupled with the burning True Essence Power, he was at his peak condition.

In a head-to-head confrontation, he was brutally suppressing Feng Xiaobai.

"Ling Fan, Xiaobai seems to be at a disadvantage. If this drags on, I'm afraid he'll be in danger!" Lan Zihan said anxiously.

Now, she was also a bit confused, not very sure whether Feng Xiaobai's physical body was truly strong or if he had some protective secret treasure.

This matter was a personal secret, and she felt it was inappropriate to ask too directly, but she was clear in her mind that ordinary force would hardly injure this guy!

Ling Fan shook his head slightly. His soul was in resonance with Feng Xiaobai's, and his Divine Sense was constantly privy to the latter's physical condition. Although Feng Xiaobai had sustained some superficial injuries and his internal organs had been somewhat impacted, there was no significant harm.

"Bang!"

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Feng Xiaobai's Plum Blossom Spear clashed with Feng Nan's Heavy Sword, slightly inferior, and he was forcefully shaken back.

Feng Nan, too, had his bloodlust rise, wielding his Heavy Sword like it was the Pangu Axe itself, capable of splitting heaven and earth.

"The Foolish Old Man Moves the Mountains!" Feng Nan bellowed again, resorting to the same powerful move.

"Boom!"

A thunderous roar shook the heavens as Feng Xiaobai was struck once more, to the stunned gaze of all present.

"Damn it, I refuse to believe I can't smash you to death!" Feng Nan growled fiercely.

The onlookers recovered from their shock, thinking, that's right, if once doesn't kill him, then twice, three times... there must be a time when it will!

The platform was already a mess from their battle, dust filling the sky.

"Ah~"

"You bastard, just see how many more times you can smash me!" Feng Xiaobai's voice rolled through the dust.

Upon hearing this, the crowd was once again perplexed. Is this kid really this tough?

"Swoosh!"

Feng Xiaobai's figure charged out again, spitting blood from the corner of his mouth, somewhat disheveled.

The watching crowd could see that he was in worse shape than before, significantly weakened.

This meant that Feng Nan's attacks had caused him certain damage, and he was now merely putting on a brave front.

"Young Master Feng, smash him to death, he can't last much longer looking like that!" someone in the crowd immediately cheered excitedly.

"Young Master Feng, that kid is injured, he's no match for you, keep smashing him a few more times and he's sure to die!" another person also shouted loudly.

In an instant, the crowd's spirits were lifted once more, seeing hope again.

If Yu Yuanbai and Feng Nan were consecutively damaged by this kid, trampled underfoot, the face of the Witchcraft Sect would be lost indeed.

If word got out, how embarrassing would it be for the high-ranking masters of the Dragon Tiger Ranking to be defeated by a mere snotty kid, where would their pride reside?

Ever since the conflict with the Eight Major Sects decades ago, the Witchcraft Sect had been on the decline, not what it once was, the glory of one sect standing against eight long gone.

Elite Disciples of the Dragon Tiger Ranking, when compared to the Eight Major Sects, could barely be considered second-rate talents.

At the end of the day, it was mainly due to internal strife within the Witchcraft Sect, worn down by infighting, with lineages suppressing each other, in both open and secret battles, and promising young seeds, while still in their cradle, were silently used up.

Seeing Feng Xiaobai's diminished strength, Feng Nan's eyes brightened with confidence, and a cold smile emerged as he saw the fearlessly tenacious figure before him.

"You little bastard, let's see how much more punishment you can take from me!" As his words fell, he lifted his Heavy Sword and went on a furious assault.

Feng Xiaobai was seriously injured, like a little bouncy ball being knocked away, yet he charged forward again with ferocity.

However, despite his injuries, an inexplicable force within him was released, slowly healing his internal wounds, and his physical condition was also invisibly strengthened!

"Bang!"

Feng Xiaobai was once again sent flying by Feng Nan's sword, tumbling to a distant spot.

"Young Master Feng, smash him to death, smash him to death!" the crowd roared like a tidal wave.

Feng Xiaobai rolled a few times on the ground, like a stubborn plaster, and got up to continue the charge.

After several exchanges, Feng Nan started to feel a headache, "Damn it, being trashed by me like this and still daring to rush to your death, take another hit from me!"

Feng Nan, enraged, unleashed The Foolish Old Man Moves the Mountains once more.

"The hell with it, I, Feng Xiaobai, am tough-skinned and resilient, I can take a beating. Keep smashing if you dare, and if I frown even once, I'll call you granddaddy!" Feng Xiaobai snorted coldly.

He was not foolish, having already felt from the earlier exchanges that his opponent's attacks were not as strong as the first one.

It meant this guy was also weakening. When it came to a battle of stamina, Flat-Head Bro never feared anyone in his life!

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