Super War God in the City

Another "boom" resounded through the heavens as Feng Xiaobai was struck once more.

"Good hit, smash that little brat to death!" A cheer erupted from the crowd.

Feng Nan gritted his teeth, his eyes widened with ruthlessness, as he unleashed 'The Foolish Old Man Moves the Mountains' big move twice in succession.

"Boom~"

"Boom~"

He didn't give Feng Xiaobai any chance to breathe, recklessly executing the move, until the entire arena was leveled to the ground!

The hearts of the audience thumped uncontrollably as they were truly shocked by Feng Nan's ferocity.

The consecutive unleash of powerful moves took an extreme toll on his Origin Force, as he stood there, propped on his Heavy Sword and gasping heavily, his face paling a few shades.

With bloodshot eyes, he stared at the massive pit before him. He refused to believe that after such a relentless bombardment, this little brat could still be alive.

Ruan Yulong and others in the stands were dumbfounded by the scene before them; had anyone among them been subjected to such a barrage, they would have unquestionably perished long ago.

"Feng Nan is really risking his own life now. After this performance, it will be impossible for him to recover in less than two months," Dong Tianyi said with a wry smile.

"Even if this kid were cast from copper and iron, and had a Defensive Magic Treasure, facing Feng Nan's wild and fierceness, he'd have been smashed into a vegetable by now!" Jia Qian couldn't help but sneer.

"I think that may not necessarily be the case!" Lu Tianhe suddenly interjected leisurely.

"Hm? Why do you say that?" Liang Yingyan asked, unable to contain his curiosity.

The gazes of the people around shifted towards him, filled with confusion.

Lu Tianhe slightly raised his chin and scoffed, glancing towards Ling Fan's location. "Haven't you seen that guy completely calm and relaxed? He must be confident that the little brat can't be killed!"

Upon hearing this, the crowd followed Lu Tianhe's gaze, only to see Ling Fan completely expressionless, standing motionless in his place.

Only beside him, Lan Zihan's expression was tense, her face unable to hide her worry.

"Ha, calm and relaxed? I think he's just stunned!" Ruan Yulong, seeing this, immediately couldn't help but snicker.

"Haha, that's true. He must be in shock, regretting who knows what by now!" Shu Zi'ang said, laughing coldly.

Even Dong Tianyi nodded slightly, "Feng Nan's fierceness probably completely exceeded his expectations. But now, even if he regrets it, it's too late. Who can he blame for seeking his own death?"

"This time, he's got to be dead, right?" Wei Yuanjie muttered softly, harboring deep hatred for Ling Fan and his companion.

"He's definitely dead. Do they really think this guy popped out of a rock like Sun Wukong?" Shen Ying said, clenching her teeth with resentment.

Around the collapsed arena, the crowd was slowly coming back to their senses.

"When Young Master Feng gets fierce, he really terrifies even me!" someone muttered in a daze.

"Tell me about it. I always thought Young Master Feng was good-natured, but now I've seen what he's capable of. That kid is probably smashed to the point where not even bones are left!" another person wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and mumbled.

"Heh, this is what happens to show-offs, it's too late for anything now. That kid can only repent in Hell!" someone on the side said smugly.

Standing at a distance, Dong Weiyue held her breath, finally feeling a bit relieved. Feng Nan's performance today pleasantly surprised and caught her off guard.

In the entire venue, all eyes involuntarily turned back to another focal person, Ling Fan.

Next, it would be this kid's turn to die.

"Cough cough..." In the silence, a familiar yet sudden coughing sound rose again.

Hearing this cough, the onlookers shuddered, breaking out in a cold sweat, completely dumbfounded.

Feng Nan, with both hands on his sword, stood with the hairs on his body standing on end, as if his soul had been scared away.

Staring in utter shock at the pit covered in dust, he couldn't understand it, how could his smashing not kill the guy? This fellow's defense was simply infuriatingly impregnable.

In the shocked gaze of the spectators, Feng Xiaobai climbed out step by step, his face even paler than before, his chest smeared with bright red blood.

"Pah, you can't crush me to death; today, this young master will stab you to death!" Feng Xiaobai's voice was as cold as a knife, brimming with boundless intent to kill.

His tone sent a chill down the spines of all present, and Feng Nan felt a coldness in his heart!

"Swoosh!"

Feng Xiaobai moved swiftly, lunging forward with his spear once again.

But now, whether in speed or strength, he was much weaker than before.

"Young Master Feng, hang in there; this guy's on his last legs!" someone suddenly shouted from the audience.

Feng Nan took a deep breath and also charged forward with his sword.

After a flurry of clangs and clashes, he could feel that Feng Xiaobai was much weaker than before.

This eased his mind considerably, suggesting that his earlier attacks had not been ineffective, but rather that this kid was just stubbornly persevering.

However, after a series of powerful moves, his own strength was also beginning to wane, and the aftereffects were faintly starting to take their toll.

"Damn it, I want to see how long you can hold out!" Feng Nan clenched his teeth tightly, waving his Heavy Sword in a frenzy of slashes.

With each clash, Feng Xiaobai swung his Plum Blossom Spear, spurting out blood every time.

But this kid was adamant, unyielding as the enduring green mountains, refusing to concede or retreat as long as he could still breathe—it was a fight to the end!

Feng Xiaobai's courage was so astonishing that Feng Nan felt his scalp tingle.

Lan Zihan watched the scene before her, her face as pale as death, her mouth opening and closing several times, wanting to call Feng Xiaobai to concede, yet she held back, her eyes misty with emotion—women are sensitive by nature.

Ling Fan silently observed Feng Xiaobai's fierceness, this individual who was recorded in the Guinness World Records as 'the world's most fearless animal', was now displaying the intense bloodlust inherent in his bones.

For Feng Xiaobai, it was about life and death, not victory or defeat!

The audience all around fell silent, subdued by the scene.

That's when the severe side effects of Feng Nan's excessive use of Origin Force started to show. Every time Feng Xiaobai was thrown back, he was like an indestructible roach, always capable of crawling back up to continue the fight.

But for Feng Nan, his strength fell notch by notch.

Finally, in another collision, Feng Nan was sent staggering backward by Feng Xiaobai, thrown through the air!

"Thud!"

Feng Nan fell to the ground with a dull thud, a sound that seemed to hammer on the hearts of all the onlookers, oppressive and heavy.

Covered in blood, Feng Xiaobai stood up like a bloody man, brandishing his spear and charging forward again, while Feng Nan bit down hard and barely managed to wield his sword in defense.

At this stage, Feng Nan was no longer able to wield Origin Force, fighting only with the Primordial Force of his physical body.

As for Feng Xiaobai, there was no need to mention him—a brute of raw strength, he hardly knew how to use anything else.

"Bang!" Another muffled impact, and the Heavy Sword in Feng Nan's hand was directly knocked flying by Feng Xiaobai.

Feng Xiaobai stepped back, wiped the blood from his mouth, sheathed his Plum Blossom Spear, and walked step by step towards Feng Nan.

Having lost his Heavy Sword, Feng Nan felt his heart sink into an abyss, his face white as chalk. The side effects washed over his body, and only his willpower was holding him up, for he would have fallen long ago otherwise.

"When you were smashing me just now, it must have felt really good. Now it's my turn to enjoy it!" Feng Xiaobai's voice was icy cold as he swung his fists and charged forward.

Feng Nan's eyes were bloodshot, filled with unwilling rage as he finally gritted his teeth and said, "I, Feng Nan, concede!"

This proclamation was filled with endless pathos and helplessness, and the faces of the audience bore somber expressions.

"Heh, in my presence, Feng Xiaobai, there is only life and death, not victory or defeat!" Feng Xiaobai declared coldly, and as his figure lunged forward, a punch landed.