Super War God in the City

In front of a crowd of stunned onlookers, Feng Xiaobai's mouth twitched slightly, somewhat reluctant.

The main issue was that the guy had just undergone a Shape Transformation and wasn't mentally prepared yet!

"Well... Boss, why don't you go up? I should prioritize my studies; I haven't digested all the knowledge in my head yet..." Feng Xiaobai said sheepishly.

Ling Fan glanced at Feng Xiaobai and said irritably, "How can you compare yourself to me? You're still single, go on!"

"But, Boss, I've seen the real deal; who knows if it's some ugly monster!" Feng Xiaobai still didn't give up.

"Don't worry, haven't you seen so many people breaking their heads to get in? It can't be that bad!" Ling Fan reassured him.

"But..." Feng Xiaobai opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

"No buts, just go. I wouldn't set you up, would I?" Ling Fan waved his hand and spoke.

In fact, he had brought Feng Xiaobai here to stir up trouble; how could he actually let this guy compete for a marriage!

Lan Zihan was the first to snap out of it, and after glancing at Ling Fan and Feng Xiaobai, couldn't help but chuckle internally.

Immediately, her eyes swept over Dong Weiyue, who was still dumbfounded in place, and she couldn't hold back a snicker at the thought of Feng Xiaobai taking the stage.

"Fuck, what is this situation?" The dumbfounded Dong Tianyi and others also came to their senses, their faces filled with disbelief.

"Did I just see an illusion? This kid, fuck, came to compete?" Liang Yingyan couldn't help muttering as his throat gulped.

The others nearby also widened their eyes, incredulously watching the calm and composed Ling Fan conversing below, seemingly oblivious to those around him.

"This motherfucker, so arrogant, are these two idiots?" Jia Qian couldn't help but curse.

Even the Peak Masters like Dong Yanghua in the stands were utterly dumbfounded.

"Saintess, did you bring someone here to create chaos?" A recovered Dong Yanghua asked unhappily.

Ling Fan stepped forward, blocking Lan Zihan, "Aren't you the Peak Master of Zhu Rong Peak? Isn't this martial contest open to the entire Witchcraft Sect? As Guest Official Protectors of the Witchcraft Sect, don't we have the right to participate?"

With that statement, Ling Fan effectively rebuffed Dong Yanghua. This competition was open to everyone; naturally, there was no reason to single out Ling Fan and his companion.

"Very well, kid, if you're seeking death, don't blame others!" Dong Yanghua said, enraged yet amused, emphasizing with three confirmatory 'very well's.

The other Peak Masters also turned back, looking at Ling Fan and his companion as if they were dead men. Daring to mess with Zhu Rong Peak was simply suicidal!

"Contestants, listen carefully, on the martial stage, regard not life or death!" Dong Yanghua then declared loudly and coldly.

Upon hearing this, everyone in the crowd was involuntarily shocked; Dong Yanghua was intent on performing a Sure-kill Technique.

Everybody knew that this disregard for life or death was aimed only at Ling Fan and his friend.

"Phew!"

"Fuck, little bastard, daring to act cool with me, let's see how you get killed by Zhu Rong Peak's people later!" A recovered Ruan Yulong sneered internally.

At that moment, in his heart, he had already sentenced Ling Fan to death. With him, Ruan Yulong present today, Ling Fan didn't stand a chance.

"Hiss!"

The bewildered Wei Yuanjie and others also regained their thoughts, each looking at Ling Fan as if watching a fool.

"Saintess, have you lost your mind? Why don't you hurry up and apologize to Young Master Ruan? This kid is crazy, and you are going mad too?" Wei Yuanjie didn't even know what else to say.

"Cousin, my God, the world must be crazy; do you even know what you are doing? Must Wushen Peak be ruined by your hand?" Shen Ying trembled with anger.

Huang Yuanwu and Gu Kaiyu were not faring any better either, nearly fainting from the shock moments ago.

"Saintess, it's not too late to mend the fold after the sheep have been lost!" Huang Yuanwu couldn't help but speak out.

"Yes, Saintess, it's not too late to repair the pen after the sheep are lost!" Gu Kaiyu also said gravely.

Lan Zihan took a deep breath and glanced at Ling Fan. Since things had escalated to such a degree, he decided to fully trust Ling Fan.

After all, the state of the Wushen Lineage was already as bad as it could get — what more was there to fear!

"Listen up, everyone," Lan Zihan outright relinquished control, stepping back to let Ling Fan fully represent his stance. "If you have any objections, get through me first!"

Wei Yuanjie and others were dumbfounded. The group from Zhu Rong Peak was also shocked. The entire crowd was beyond astonished.

Lan Zihan's words and manner undoubtedly announced that the entire authority of Wushen Peak was now entrusted to this unknown young man.

Almost instantly, the same question popped up in everyone's mind: what was the background of this young man?

To think that the Saintess would trust him so much as to entirely commit the destiny of the Wushen Lineage to him!

"Damn it, who the hell do you think you are to meddle in the affairs of the Witchcraft Sect? I want to see what you're made of since you dare act so arrogantly here!" Wei Yuanjie finally exploded.

At that moment, he had truly lost his reason, not caring about the man's background.

In his view, if Ling Fan really had such a background, would the Saintess need to go through all the trouble of getting him the quasi-official position of a Guest Official Protector?

With a furious roar, Wei Yuanjie flipped his wrist, and a Silver Blade appeared in his hand. The Blade Gang surged, slicing through the air and suddenly charging toward Ling Fan.

The Blade Gang rampaged, immediately carving the bluestone ground beneath into a pitted mess, with one of the slashes, several yards long and teeming with wild pressure, heading straight for Ling Fan's head.

Even before the crushing presence of the Blade Gang could strike down, it had already cracked the bluestone ground beneath Ling Fan's feet, turning it into dust.

"Hiss~"

"Damn, Wei Yuanjie is furious, he's really gone mad, using his sure-kill technique!" the spectators couldn't help exclaiming in awe.

"Damn it, anyone would go ballistic, with the whole Wushen Lineage on the verge of collapse, it would be odd not to go crazy!" another person muttered sheepishly.

"What do you think, who'll win and who'll lose in this showdown?" someone else asked.

"Heh, whoever wins or loses, it's all within expectations. If this guy is just bluffing, he's definitely going to lose, and not just lose, but die!

But since he's earned such trust from the Saintess, he must have some skills. Wei Yuanjie, not even ranking in the top ten of the Dragon Tiger Ranking, if this guy dares to show off, he must not be so fragile," someone nearby casually remarked.

Just then, as Wei Yuanjie's sure-kill technique bore down with immense pressure, Ling Fan's figure suddenly flashed, eerily disappearing from the spot, dodging the lethal strike.

The next second, a residual image flashed past. 'Bang', the Silver Blade in Wei Yuanjie's hand was sent flying.

Following that, another 'bang' along with a muffled groan. Wei Yuanjie's figure soared back, shooting backwards.

'Boom', Wei Yuanjie flew backward several yards before finally crashing to the ground, his face pale as paper, spewing a mouthful of blood.

At that moment, Wei Yuanjie was utterly horrified, staring blankly at the unarmed Ling Fan.

"In consideration of Zihan, I'll spare your life this time, a slight punishment. If there's a next time, no mercy will be shown!" Ling Fan withdrew his hand and coldly snorted.

The people in the stands slightly frowned, serious expressions on their faces. Although Wei Yuanjie wasn't exactly a master,

to defeat him so effortlessly, with just a palm and a fist, without using any weapons,

indeed showed some capability, no wonder he was so bold!

However, the crowd just grew slightly more serious, as eighty percent of those seated in the stands could achieve the same feat.

"Xiaobai, come to the stage!" Ling Fan calmly ordered Feng Xiaobai.

PS: Recently, I have been dissatisfied with the plot development. In every segment, I have been experimenting with merging different methods to find the best and most suitable one for me.

Whenever there is a slow update, there are surely some issues I need to address, or at least ones that feel awkward as they are not in my most familiar style, please be understanding!

I'm striving to improve, and I hope to bring more joy to everyone through this process!