Super War God in the City

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Although the voice was indifferent, it was clear and powerful, immediately quieting the noisy scene.

Zhou Siyu’s delicate body trembled, "Could it really be him?"

She had never seen Ling Fan in person, but she had seen his photo in the family archives. Although now she could only hear his voice through a wall of people, who else could possess such a calm and collected tone apart from him?

Zhou Siyu’s heart pounded chaotically as she turned and peered through the gaps in the crowd, her face lit with excitement.

Su Qiong also felt a slight tremor in her heart. That voice had given her an inexplicable sense of stability, and she too turned her head curiously.

Everyone at the Zi Qiong Martial Arts Pavilion looked around in confusion. Could it be that the troublemaker from the legends had appeared?

The onlookers were even more puzzled. At this moment, who else could come to relieve the Zi Qiong Martial Arts Pavilion of their predicament?

From outside the crowd, they saw a handsome young man walking with his hands behind his back, approaching at a leisurely pace. The crowd unconsciously opened a path for him.

The young man ignored the surprised and questioning gazes of the crowd and walked straight up to Su Qiong.

Zhou Siyu’s eyes widened as her heartbeat quickened upon seeing the newcomer clearly.

"Are you Su Qiong?" Ling Fan asked.

Although he had seen her photo in the materials collected by Vermilion Bird and was fairly certain she was the person before him, there was still a slight difference between a real person and a photo, so he asked an additional question!

"You are!" Su Qiong had her suspicions but still found it hard to believe.

"Ling Fan? Is it really you?" Zhou Siyu couldn’t help but speak up.

"Hmm?" Ling Fan turned his head to look.

Seeing that Ling Fan’s gaze was on her, Zhou Siyu blushed, shyly lowering her head like a docile kitten, which was a far cry from her usual Hu Sanniang-like demeanor.

She left the surrounding boys in a daze, and even Su Qiong’s eyes widened.

"Do you know me?" Ling Fan asked curiously.

Zhou Siyu nodded cautiously, "Mm, my dad is Zhou Zhenxiong!"

Ling Fan suddenly understood and smiled, "I see, good!"

"You know each other?" Su Qiong was a bit confused.

"Mm, we’ll talk about that later. Let’s deal with the situation at hand first," Ling Fan said and then turned his head to look at Shen Li.

"Damn, I thought it was something special. Kid, so you’re Ling Fan? The one who injured Liu Meng from the Lei Ming Martial Arts Pavilion?" Shen Li said disdainfully.

"Your Zi Qiong Martial Arts Pavilion is really full of talent. One has a broken arm, another wet his pants. I wonder what this only remaining man can do. Why don’t you also give us a performance of wetting your pants?"

"Hahaha....," the seven people behind Shen Li burst into another round of roaring laughter.

Ling Fan looked indifferently at Shen Li, "Do you really enjoy watching people wet their pants?"

"Absolutely, if you could perform that, I’d be very pleased. Of course, if you could surpass that and satisfy me, perhaps I might spare your Zi Qiong Martial Arts Pavilion!" Shen Li teased.

The onlookers felt their faces go purple with the effort to hold in laughter, thinking they were about to see some amazing big shot, but all they saw was a new face, resulting in their disappointment.

Today, if they wanted to fend off these people from the Lei Ming Martial Arts Pavilion, it would take one of the top three from the campus leaderboard to appear, otherwise, there was no chance whatsoever.

The people from the Zi Qiong Martial Arts Pavilion didn’t have high hopes for this newcomer either. But having heard that this guy managed to send Liu Meng to the hospital, he must have some ability. It seemed he might even be more formidable than their club president.

However, even if he was in the Late Body Tempering Stage, he couldn’t withstand the assault of these eight people unless a miracle happened. Everyone didn’t believe the newcomer could match the strength of the top three on the campus leaderboard.

"Please begin your performance!" Shen Li made a gentlemanly gesture inviting Ling Fan to start.

"Before you arrived, Zhou Siyu said you would make me regret it, so I am very much looking forward to you being different from the rest. Don’t disappoint me!"

"Ling Fan!" Su Qiong said anxiously.

Although she didn’t know how Ling Fan came to know her and suddenly joined the Zi Qiong Martial Arts Pavilion, considering he knew Zhou Siyu, he was a friend of hers. She couldn’t bear to see him humiliated.

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"Sister Qiong, leave it to Ling Fan!" Zhou Siyu grabbed Su Qiong and confidently said.

The onlookers grew curious when they saw Zhou Siyu’s attitude, wondering whether there was something special about this newcomer.

Shen Li also heard Zhou Siyu’s words and snorted coldly, "Fuck, quite confident. Wait and see how you’ll cry later."

Others might not know Ling Fan’s abilities, but he, Shen Li, knew everything clearly. No one had more right to speak than Liu Meng, who had personally crossed hands with Ling Fan and become the victim.

Therefore, he wasn’t afraid of Ling Fan, for he knew from Liu Meng that this guy was just a bit more agile than most.

"Hmm, Zhou Siyu is right. But I have a question for you: Are you causing trouble on Liu Meng’s behalf?" Ling Fan pressed.

"Heh, you’re quite interesting. Liu Meng said that if we kept troubling you, the consequences would be severe. But I’m a bit of a skeptic, so I came to see you!" Shen Li scoffed.

Ling Fan nodded, "Good that he knows his place, otherwise he’d have it rough!"

"Fuck, saying you’re fat and then you huff. Damn it, I’ll give you a chance... "

Bored with Shen Li’s incessant chatter, Ling Fan interrupted impatiently, "Less crap. How many of you are there? Just come at me all at once!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was left agape in shock.

"Did I hear wrong? Who does he think he is? One of the top three on the campus list?" someone couldn’t help but mutter.

Anxiety surged in Su Qiong’s heart. Being held back by Zhou Siyu, she could only silently pray and hope that this guy was as good as his talk.

Jia Yan, lying on the ground, was excited by Ling Fan’s domineering attitude, which he aspired to; however, he was unsure about his actual strength!

"Motherfucker, you try to act cool with me, watch how I kill you!" Shen Li roared furiously.

He pulled out a glinting dagger and swung it towards Ling Fan, casting countless shadows, truly a terrifying sight.

Shen Li was one of the top eight fighters of the Lei Ming Martial Arts Society. Although he hadn’t made it onto the campus rankings, his strength was at the peak of the Mid-Stage of Body Tempering, qualifying him to fight with the last few on the list.

The onlookers fearing that the fight between immortals would affect them, quickly retreated.

Ling Fan watched as Shen Li made the dagger in his hand dance like rolling waves but didn’t move an inch.

"Why isn’t he moving?" Su Qiong was getting anxious. Even she would have difficulties against Shen Li armed with a weapon, so maybe Ling Fan was being too overconfident.

At this moment, Zhou Siyu also started to waver. She knew Ling Fan had a prestigious identity and his martial skills weren’t bad, but had she misjudged? Was his real advantage his background and not his ability?

Then, in the blink of an eye, Ling Fan actually reached out barehanded to meet the dagger in Shen Li’s grasp.

"Idiot!" Shen Li’s face twisted ferociously as he slashed the dagger down harshly.

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Even Zhou Siyu lost her previous calm confidence, her face turning pale.

"Ding!"

The next second, as if time stood still, everyone saw Ling Fan lightly trap the blade of Shen Li’s dagger between two fingers, and no matter how much force Shen Li exerted, the dagger remained as if rooted, completely immobile.

Shen Li’s pupils constricted, and his heart churned like tumultuous waves.

All the onlookers were shocked and lost their composure.

The members of the Zi Qiong Martial Arts Pavilion looked at each other in disbelief.

The seven people behind Shen Li nearly dropped their jaws in astonishment!

Su Qiong and Zhou Siyu covered their mouths, their eyes wide open!

"Ding!"

Another clear sound, and in a swift moment, Ling Fan flicked his wrist and astonishingly snapped the dagger in two with just his fingers, placing the half with the blade up against Shen Li’s neck.

"Didn’t you like seeing people piss themselves? Please, start your performance!" Ling Fan’s voice rang out lightly, like a demonic sound from the netherworld, causing the hearts of all present to tremble.