Super War God in the City

Ling Fan's indifferent voice wafted through the air like a gentle breeze, sweeping into the ears of everyone in the square—a low-key yet unmistakable display of overbearing dominance.

Zhu Qing looked down at his chest in disbelief, his thoughts in chaos. He could feel his life force slipping away.

"How is this possible, how can it be like this, it actually penetrated my Xuansi Soft Armor?" Zhu Qing's face turned pale, unable to accept the reality before him.

He was the Zhu Family's once-in-three-hundred-years genius; for twenty years, a pearl covered in dust, enduring in silence until today, all for a soaring rise!

But was his light to fall here before fully shining forth? His heart was filled with sorrow, and he thought of the age-old saying: "To die before one's ambition is achieved!"

"How... how could this happen..." Chang Jun stood in place, dumbfounded, as if he'd lost his soul.

Luo Ta's heart felt as if it had stopped, his mouth unable to form words, feeling as if the sky had collapsed!

Lei Ming and a few others had their eyes bulging, their bodies swaying, nearly swooning, at risk of collapsing on the spot!

"The hell... did we just take a fall again?" Lei Ming shivered, muttering to himself.

Zhao Yin and Shen Li had faces ashen as if they had drunk poison, feeling as though they were about to die!

Qi Xiumin stood on the side, feeling her head spinning, the grand opportunity of her dreams once again shattering into an illusory bubble!

"Damn it, I just knew the boss could do it, hahaha!" Fan Zhan laughed, unrestrained, tears streaming down his face.

"Phew, the boss is mighty! So much for their strongest strike—I think it was more like a lassie's strike!" Jiang Shi bit his teeth and coldly snorted, finally feeling vindicated.

Zuo Zhengqing spat, "What a piece of shit, look at you showing off. Now you have such a unique look, it's a pity that's not a crucifix behind you, otherwise, we could have really fulfilled your wish to become a saint!"

"Ahaha~ Brother Zuo is too funny, talking about a crucifix—later I'll carve one for him!" The crowd, regaining their senses, burst into laughter.

"Hey, Martial Arts Family, that strongest strike of yours was indeed awesome, can you demonstrate it one more time for us!" someone jeered loudly. Find your next read at My Virtual Library Empire

"Who was it just now asking us to look somber? Come on, let me cry for you—I'm so effing heartbroken!

This idiot spent ages playing the hero, only to be no match for even the weakest strike of our Great God Ling. It's just too damn pathetic!" another person jeered loudly.

Chang Jun and Luo Ta's faces flushed red, surrounded by the piercing mockery and laughter, their sanity slowly fading as they saw the faces of mockery reflected in their eyes.

"Oh my, what's with that expression? Can't cry anymore, can you? You may observe a moment of silence, haha!" Someone immediately threw Chang Jun's previous mockery straight back at him.

"F*ck this, you secular world trash, I'm going to kill you all!" Chang Jun lost his cool, his eyes bloodshot as he swung the Three-Foot Green Blade at the people around him.

The crowd was shocked to see this, realizing that aside from the experts on the Fighting Stage, they were just lambs to the slaughter.

It was only then that everyone remembered, although these guys seemed so effortless in the eyes of Spirit Mage Ling Fan, they were dangerous felons before them.

The crowd scattered in panic, but in the crush of people, those close to Chang Jun were in for a bad time.

Wu Rao abruptly stood up in the stands, about to rush down to save people, when she saw Ling Fan on the Fighting Stage raise his eyebrows, lift his hand, and send out a ray of light.

In Ling Fan's Beast Pouch were some steel pellets used as a hidden weapon.

Shot out with the technique of the Severing Divine Finger, their power was unmatched.

"Bang!"

Chang Jun's forward rushing body suddenly halted, his head bursting open like a watermelon, instantly dead.

"Ah~"

The timid girls screamed incessantly, shocked by the bloody scene before them.

Not far away, Luo Ta, who was also about to make his move, suddenly became alert, as if drenched by a cold bucket of water from head to toe, fully waking up.

Lei Ming and the others shook in their legs, almost kneeling down.

Zi Qiong's people also turned slightly pale, looking at Ling Fan with eyes full of awe and admiration. He had not made a move until then, but when he did, it was with the force of thunder.

After Ling Fan killed Chang Jun with a flick of his fingers, he no longer looked at the crowd below, but instead swept a casual glance over Zhu Qing on the stone pillar, "Do you have an even stronger strike?"

Zhu Qing, hung on the stone pillar, was fuming with rage, his mind filled with the humiliation from the crowd just now, sarcastic remarks about crucifixion stabbing into his heart like sharp knives.

"Pfft~"

Fury attacked his heart, and he spat out another mouthful of blood, "I... the Zhu Family will not let you, this bastard, go! You will die without a place to bury your body!"

"Heh, Zhu Family, huh? Don't worry, I will ensure the Zhu Family completely disappears from the list of noble houses!" Ling Fan said indifferently.

"I... even as a ghost, I will not let you go..." Zhu Qing's consciousness grew fuzzy, and blood dripped steadily beneath his feet, forming a pool.

The blow Ling Fan had dealt just now directly hit the location of his heart, although he was protected by specially made soft armor.

But when Ling Fan struck him in the chest with the Vajra Staff, it had already shattered his internal organs.

The fact that he had held on for so long was solely due to a breath of True Qi sustaining him, along with a sky-high resentment and willpower.

Now that his True Qi was depleted, in the midst of the crowd's mockery, he had lost his last breath of Vital Energy.

With his drooping head, it represented the complete downfall of this haughty and unrivaled genius.

Qi He in the stands was shocked, thoroughly shocked. Ling Fan's ferocity had completely surpassed his imagination.

"To kill a Grandmaster Realm expert, who has grasped Divine Skills, as easily as slaughtering a dog, too powerful!" Qi He's heart trembled.

Zhong Rong and Zheng Yu gulped hard, as if they were seeing a ghost. "Damn, this guy... even if he were in the Inner Academy's Hidden Dragon Institute, he'd rank high. The master has really picked up a treasure this time."

Wu Rao's eyes were wide open, her mind still echoing with a previous sentence from Ling Fan, "How many times better am I than you? Have I ever been arrogant?"

That sentence was particularly captivating to Wu Rao. Yes, Zhu Qing was already outstanding, but Ling Fan killed him as easily as a dog, so how much more outstanding was he?

Yet, Ling Fan had never boasted about anything from beginning to end. He was just so nonchalant that at first, she almost looked down on him, nearly missing out.

This must be the demeanor a true genius possesses, making heavy weights seem light, deeply hidden in plain sight, a quality never seen in the geniuses at Zhongnan Academy.

Today, she saw it in Ling Fan, and that quality was even more charming than any other so-called genius!

Principal Wan heaved a sigh of relief, feeling like he was dreaming; in all these years, this was the first time he had witnessed such a thrilling scene!

Director Shen also quietly breathed a sigh of relief. It was fortunate that he took a risk earlier to defend Zi Qiong Martial Arts Pavilion. Otherwise, their fate today might have been uncertain!

In the silent plaza, Ling Fan, the center of everyone's attention, slowly turned around, looking down at Lei Ming and the others below.

He said indifferently, "You all seemed quite pleased with yourselves just now. It seems the punishment I gave you last time was too lenient, allowing you lowlifes to be bereft of reverence in your hearts!"