Super War God in the City

In front of the Fighting Stage, everyone was startled by a sudden cold shout and they all turned to look where the noise came from, only to see a handsome young man with a stern expression on his face, walking over with his hands behind his back.

Seeing this, Zhou Siyu immediately felt relieved inside and showed an excited expression.

Su Qiong's icy hands tightened around her short sword involuntarily, kindling a glimmer of hope in her heart.

The three girls from Zi Qiong also heaved a sigh of relief, hoping that this new member of the Martial Arts Pavilion, Ling Fan, wouldn't let them down.

In the crowd, Xu Miaotong was nervous, knowing that Ling Fan's conflict with Lei Ming was ultimately because of her. He Jiayi's beautiful eyes flashed with astonishment, thinking Xu Miaotong's boyfriend seemed extraordinary!

After a brief moment of stupor, the spectators came to their senses.

"Is he the new guy, Ling Fan, from Zi Qiong who claimed he would take on the entire Lei Ming Martial Arts Pavilion alone?" someone muttered incredulously.

"Seems so, never thought he'd actually dare to show up for the challenge, quite commendable courage!" another person sneered.

"I think he had no choice but to come. Zi Qiong was almost forced to disband because of him. If he didn't show up today, would he ever have the face to appear at the academy again?" someone else remarked scornfully.

The humiliation of Su Qiong was a moment they couldn't forget, filling them with anger and resentment towards Ling Fan.

"I bet he was just hiding in the crowd until it was obvious he could no longer avoid showing up. I hope he doesn't end up like a dead dog being tortured by Lei Ming's people!"

Chatter and laughter filled the crowd, all mocking Ling Fan.

"Heh, didn't expect you, the fool, to actually show your face. Were you hiding in the crowd for two hours?" Su Ziming scoffed.

"Hahaha...." People from Lei Ming laughed out loud, looking disdainfully at Ling Fan.

Just then, Lei Ming, the ninth-ranked expert on the campus, lifted his eyelids, and it was the first time he moved upon seeing Ling Fan.

He stepped forward and said coldly, "I don't care whether you're a stale plate or a hot dish, you've wounded two of my people from Lei Ming. Today, you only have one choice: sever your arms, kneel and apologize, then become a dog under my feet at Lei Ming!"

With these words from Lei Ming, everyone's expressions changed. His statement was like the final verdict for Ling Fan, unless Ling Fan really had godlike powers to contend with the entire Lei Ming Martial Arts Pavilion.

The crowd silently made way, watching as Ling Fan approached nonchalantly.

"I'll also give you an option, break the limbs of the dog who struck Zi Qiong earlier, and have the entire Lei Ming Martial Arts Pavilion kneel and repent to Zi Qiong's people. Then, I won't hold you accountable," Ling Fan said indifferently.

Lei Ming's expression turned ugly instantly.

"Insolent! A newbie transfer student daring to make such outrageous claims, don't you know whose territory this is? You're courting death. I want to see how you're going to break my limbs!" Zhao Yin sneered endlessly, brandishing two daggers as he leapt down the steps towards Ling Fan.

"If it weren't for being in the campus, giving face to surname Qi, you'd already be dead!" Ling Fan remained calm and unruffled, not putting Lei Ming and his group in his eyes at all.

Zhao Yin's face alternated between shades of anger and containment until he finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Damn it, I'll break your limbs first and see what you use to act tough!" Zhao Yin exploded in rage, flipped off the stairs, and charged at Ling Fan.

Not only Zhao Yin, but the entire Lei Ming was furious. Since his appearance, Ling Fan had maintained a calm and composed demeanor, as if he was strolling in a courtyard.

Facing such a situation, how could he still remain so unperturbed? This greatly annoyed Lei Ming's people because remaining calm was like showing off, and acting more arrogant than them. How could you, alone and unsupported, have the audacity to act so arrogantly?

"Think you're Zhao Zilong of Changshan? But the folks of Lei Ming still have some faith in Zhao Yin, just perfect to test this pretentious guy's weight."

Meanwhile, other masters from Lei Ming were also ready to back him up; they had been working together seamlessly for more than a day or two.

Zhao Yin moved with the agility of a fluttering butterfly, unpredictably and elusively, which was hard for anyone to decipher. He had already learned that the way Ling Fan had injured Zhang Meng was through his movement techniques.

Su Qiong and others tensed up as the onlookers eagerly awaited the scene that was about to unfold, curious to see how this boastful guy would face the wrath of the Lei Ming Martial Arts Pavilion.

Ling Fan's eyes flashed slightly, "Scum and riffraff, touching you would dirty my hands!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yin's eyes instantly bloodshot, "Son of a bitch, go to hell!"

He thrust two Willow Leaf Sabers fiercely towards Ling Fan's shoulders, aiming to disable his arms.

The next second, as everyone watched in horror, Ling Fan pinched the tips of the two Willow Leaf Sabers between his fingers like blades and then fiercely kicked Zhao Yin's legs.

Accompanied by the grating sound of breaking bones, 'crack, crack', Zhao Yin's body flew backward due to the inertia, his two Willow Leaf Flying Daggers flung from his grasp into Ling Fan's hands.

Ling Fan gripped the handles and, using the Gui Xu Dance Method, he closed in on his opponent. The two Willow Leaf Flying Daggers flashed in front of Zhao Yin's face, then buried into his shoulders.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye; before the crowd could even react, Zhao Yin fell in front of the Fighting Stage, curling up and screaming in pain.

Blood marks suddenly appeared on his face, on the forehead and both cheeks.

The crowd focused their gaze and clearly saw the blood-written words 'Scum and Riffraff'.

The arena fell deadly silent, He Jiayi covered her little cherry mouth, nearly exclaiming out loud, while the spectators stood speechless.

That was Zhao Yin, a notable figure in the top ranks of the Martial Arts Academy, and he was beaten down to a pulp in a mere encounter?

The folks from Lei Ming were also shaken, with grim expressions, especially those four words on Zhao Yin's face. Ling Fan was blatantly offending Lei Ming, labeling them all as scum and riffraff.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"You're Su Ziming, right? I heard you're the biggest poser here, picking on a few girls to feel tough. Since you love posing so much, I'm giving you the chance to prove yourself right now. Challenge me!" Ling Fan stepped onto the stage, approaching the Fighting Stage indifferently, facing the people of Lei Ming.

He Jiayi stood among the crowd, her eyes sparkling with stars, she quickly grabbed Xu Miaotong and whispered, "Miaotong, where did you find such a handsome boyfriend?"

Xu Miaotong was also somewhat dazed, staring intensely at Ling Fan in front of the Fighting Stage, her heart pounding fiercely.

"Err... don't talk nonsense, we're just friends!" Xu Miaotong snapped out of it, hastily clarifying.

He Jiayi flashed a mischievous smile, "Hehe, that's what you said, if I snatch him later, you can't blame it on 'fire theft and besties', okay!"

Xu Miaotong, "..."

On the stage, Su Ziming's face flickered uncertainly, watching Zhao Yin lying on the ground, unsure of life or death, his throat moving slightly, unsure if he could defeat Ling Fan in a one-on-one fight.

"What, got no guts? If you don't have the balls, then just kneel down for me!" Ling Fan pointed at Lei Ming's folks and roared fiercely.

The entire crowd was stunned!