Super War God in the City

As Feng Xiaobai uttered these words, the mood of the heavy-hearted crowd, once again startled, was completely shocked by Feng Xiaobai.

They had thought Feng Nan was ruthless enough, but Feng Xiaobai was even more merciless and more arrogant, his mouth never cowered from start to finish, and neither did his actions.

In the face of Feng Nan's submission, he utterly refused to accept it. He was a truly ruthless person; whether you cowered or not, he was determined to take you down!

Feng Nan's breathing was labored, as he had not expected that even after bowing his head and submitting, the other party still refused to let him go, which added insult to his indignation.

"Ah!"

Feng Nan let out a roar, mustering all his strength to meet Feng Xiaobai's incoming punch with his own.

"Bang!"

"Crack!"

With a muffled sound followed by the cracking of bones, Feng Nan's body, like a bundle of loose cotton, was sent flying backward.

Feng Nan, lying on the ground drenched in sweat, felt despair at Feng Xiaobai's physical strength. In a single encounter, one of his arms had been rendered useless.

At this moment, Feng Xiaobai showed no signs of compromise or letting him go, his figure already charging forward again.

"You bastard, you dare do this? Master Dong, save me!" Feng Nan, out of options, could only call out loudly for help to the stands.

"Bang!"

Another muffled sound, as Feng Xiaobai charged forward again, punching Feng Nan squarely in the chest, instantly shattering his breastbone.

A gush of fresh blood spurted from Feng Nan's mouth, his face pale and bloodless.

"You... dare to kill me?" Feng Nan said through gritted teeth, his face contorted with rage.

"Hmph, in this world, there is no one Young Master doesn't dare to kill. Today, even if the Heavenly King himself came, he wouldn't be able to save you!" Feng Xiaobai coldly retorted, grabbing Feng Nan by the collar, ready to strike again with his small fist.

The stunned spectators in the stands finally came to their senses, jolted back to reality.

"Stop, if anything happens to Feng Nan, I assure you, you'll regret it!" Dong Yanghua couldn't help but shout loudly.

The punch from Feng Xiaobai that was about to land came to a halt as he turned his head in confusion to look at Ling Fan.

The one thing this guy feared was Ling Fan; although he really wanted to pummel this bastard to death, if Ling Fan didn't agree, he would have to let it go.

Seeing this, Feng Nan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, a vicious and cold smile creeping onto his face.

"Damn it, if I don't die this time, I'll kill you, you little runt, sooner or later!" Feng Nan swore silently in his heart.

Ling Fan, standing off at a distance holding the line, furrowed his brows and coldly turned his gaze towards Dong Yanghua in the stands.

"A duel on the platform does not consider life or death, those were your very own words, do you dare to contradict yourself?" Ling Fan took a step forward and questioned coldly.

"Hmph, who do you think you are to question Master Dong?" Lu Hongshuo coldly scolded from the side.

"A duel indeed ignores life and death, but that's only during the fight. Now that Feng Nan has surrendered, if you kill him, you're breaking the rules!" Dong Yanghua's face darkened as he said with an icy tone.

Feng Nan had talent to spare; they had to save him. His death would be such a waste, a loss not only for the Witchcraft Sect but also for the Zhu Rong Lineage.

The people around, seeing Dong Yanghua take action, all secretly breathed a sigh of relief, not wanting to witness Feng Nan's death either.

Although he lost, he had proven his strength.

And that Feng Xiaobai, the only reason he's lasted until now, aside from his willpower, was the pivotal role played by the Defensive Magic Treasure he possessed.

When it came to the comparison of strength, it had a whiff of cheating about it, leaving many not quite convinced!

"Are you freaking deaf? Let go of him right now! Do you two want to die together?" Tian He could not contain his cold shout from the stands.

When they were at Wushen Peak before, they had no shortage of grievances against Ling Fan and his companion; now that they had the chance to beat a fallen dog, how could they let it slip away so easily?

The entire force of the Zhu Rong Lineage was present—how could Lu Tianhe be afraid of Ling Fan?

"Ling Fan, this is Witchcraft Sect, not a place for you to run wild. Don't think that just because the Saintess protects you, you can do whatever you want.

Have your people let go of Feng Nan, and kneel down in front of Master Dong to apologize!"

Then, have your people hand over their Defensive Magic Treasures. Maybe Master Dong, being generous, might not hold your ignorant actions in the arena against you!" Ruan Yulong sneered from the stands, speaking coldly.

This guy was also scheming, directly putting Ling Fan and his companion in danger.

Although everyone had their doubts about Xiaobai having a secret treasure, they weren't sure—now that Ruan Yulong had exposed it, it was almost confirmed!

Upon hearing this, Ling Fan's brow instantly furrowed, and he soon had a realization.

He glanced indifferently at Ruan Yulong and Lu Tianhe, scoffing in his heart. For the moment, he didn't bother with these two, instead, his eyes blazed as he looked towards Dong Yanghua!

"What if I refuse today?" Ling Fan asked coldly.

"Hmm?" Dong Yanghua was taken aback, then his heart filled with rage.

He snorted angrily, "Boy, just you try it!"

The crowd around the stage was all taken aback, shocked by Ling Fan's attitude.

"This kid must have the heart of a bear and the gall of a leopard, to dare to publicly challenge Master Dong? Does he want to provoke the entire Zhu Rong Peak today?" said someone in the crowd, amazed and muttering to themselves.

Ling Fan's urging of his little brother to compete in the arena had already surprised everyone; now this downright confrontational attitude left the crowd looking at each other in disbelief.

"This guy wants to court death today. What does he think he is, to be able to stir up waves in front of the Zhu Rong Lineage?" one person scoffed.

Just then, Ling Fan gave a faint smile and shouted, "Xiaobai, kill!"

As soon as Feng Xiaobai received the order, a small smile appeared on his lips. His boss's temper was to his liking. His raised fist immediately plummeted down.

"Damn it, take a punch from your daddy!" Feng Xiaobai shouted coldly.

Feng Nan immediately had blood-red, ferocious eyes, "You dare..."

"Bang!"

The answer to him was a muffled sound, along with the 'crack' of bones shattering.

"Pound pound pound~"

Feng Xiaobai, like hitting a sandbag, pounded down with his small fists as if pounding garlic.

The whole audience was shocked into a stunned silence, seeing Feng Nan, who now bore no resemblance to a human being.

Under Feng Xiaobai's relentless fists, raining down like a tempest, Feng Nan's limbs were all broken, to say nothing of his bones turned to powder; his organs were all shattered by the blows.

"Bang!"

Feng Xiaobai's final punch struck directly on Feng Nan's head, which refused to die; it split open like a watermelon, with red and white both spilling out.

"Puh, damn it, that's for trying to act fresh against me!" With a spit, Feng Xiaobai finally stood up, clearly indignant.

The surrounding area fell completely silent, everyone staring in horror at Ling Fan and Feng Xiaobai in the arena, disbelief on their faces.

"Is he... really dead?" someone in the crowd swallowed hard and spoke hesitantly.

"They've... they've torn the heavens, these two are about to have nowhere to bury their corpses!" murmured another, eyes wide with terror.

Those on the stands like Dong Tianyi were dumbfounded, Peak Masters like Dong Yanghua were stunned, and people like Wei Yuanjie were also bewildered!