Super War God in the City

Su Ziming's face turned red with fury. He had long dominated the Martial Arts Academy, and never had he suffered such humiliation, especially being scolded by a member of the Martial Arts Pavilion ranked last in the academy.

President Lei Ming's face grew even uglier. The entire Martial Arts Pavilion was being scolded by one person, and no one even dared to make a peep! Where was their dignity? It wasn't that he was afraid of Ling Fan, but the sudden turn of events had caught him off guard, leaving him unable to recover in the moment.

Zi Qiong and the others were thrilled. They had never felt such a sense of triumph as they did today, having always been oppressed and bullied by others in the academy. Today, they finally experienced the joy of release after long suppression.

Even if this exhilarating moment was fleeting, they had experienced it.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Zhou Siyu pursed her lips, quietly watching Ling Fan's figure. This was the man whom even her father profoundly feared; he indeed did not disappoint her.

Su Qiong's eyes uncommonly moistened, feeling for the first time the security and solidity of having someone to support her.

"What's the matter, have you all gone deaf?" Ling Fan frowned.

"Kid, just because you defeated Zhao Yin, you think you've lost your way? Do you think our entire Lei Ming is just for show?" President Lei Ming, with an ugly expression, stood out.

After much consideration, although he could easily defeat Zhao Yin himself, he didn't want to take any more risks. Lei Ming Martial Arts Pavilion had already lost three experts to the opponent.

Moreover, the opponent knew how to manipulate fortunes well, stunning the Lei Ming crowd with his thunderous approach right from the start. If they continued to fight one-on-one, more losses of team members could demoralize the Lei Ming crowd entirely.

The saying goes, "Strike while the iron is hot; the morale fails after 'thrice,'" which explains why he immediately called out the whole of Lei Ming to bind everyone together.

Next, he planned to mount a group attack to boost everyone's morale.

Ling Fan could easily see through the opponent's intentions and scoffed, "Lei Ming Martial Arts Pavilion? In my eyes, it's nothing but fluff. Bring as many people as you have; let's all fight at once!"

The moment Ling Fan said this, the onlookers exploded into uproar. While Ling Fan indeed had the potential to challenge Lei Ming single-handedly, if the opponent fought fiercely and relentlessly, even resorting to rotating fighters, they could wear Ling Fan down.

Not to mention, Lei Ming counted among the top ten experts in the academy.

"Damn, I've seen arrogant ones, but never this insane. He actually wants to fight against dozens from Lei Ming alone?" someone exclaimed, eyes wide.

"He must be delirious, thinking that defeating Zhao Yin makes him invincible. You need not only strength but also brains. He had a chance if it were one-on-one, but he's actually seeking his own death!" another person shook their head and sighed.

A sly grin appeared on Su Ziming's face. He had never seen someone so bent on their own destruction. The embarrassment Ling Fan had just foisted upon him would soon be repaid a hundredfold.

"What's the matter, you seem rather eager. Why don't you make the first move?" Ling Fan glanced at Su Ziming, taunting.

Su Ziming's expression froze, then he sneered, "Heh, Ling, your pretentiousness really pisses me off, but soon, I'll be the one enjoying myself!"

The Lei Ming Martial Arts Pavilion members all surged forward, with Lei Ming, Su Ziming, and the other five remaining top experts at the forefront, while dozens surrounded them in the outer circle.

Lei Ming gestured, and the dozens in the outer circle quickly backed away.

To deal with Ling Fan, deploying the elites was enough; seven people were sufficient. More people would not only be superfluous but also clutter the space, hindering everyone's performance, so he dismissed them.

"You seven seem a bit few. Got any reinforcements? Bring them all out now. I don't want trouble later!" Facing the encirclement of seven, Ling Fan remained undisturbed.

Everyone on the scene was dumbfounded. At this point, 'arrogant' was no longer a sufficient description for Ling Fan; he was becoming astronomical.

"Ziming, you have to beat this idiot so hard he loses teeth, he's absolutely unbearable. It infuriates me! Take out one of his teeth, and I'll give you a treat tonight!" Su Ziming's girlfriend, Qi Xiumin, could no longer hold back and burst out cheering from the crowd.

The crowd gasped, turning to look at Qi Xiumin, who was twisting her curvy body, clad in a provocative outfit, swallowing and letting their imaginations run wild with lurid scenarios.

Zhou Siyu and Su Qiong exchanged glances, Qi Xiumin really went all out, even resorting to such tactics to boost morale.

In the crowd, He Jiayi, pulling Xu Miaotong, said, "Damn, Qi Xiumin is shameless. Should we also cheer Ling Fan on? Knock one down and I'll reward him as well, seven in total, and I can handle it!"

Xu Miaotong, scared, quickly covered He Jiayi's mouth, "What are you raving about?"

He Jiayi was now too excited to control herself, having never experienced such a thrilling scene, and she wasn't a composed girl to begin with. Only being forcibly restrained by Xu Miaotong did she stop.

Su Ziming turned to look at Qi Xiumin and smirked, "Then you won't be resting tonight!"

Immediately, Lei Ming's seven disciples gathered their focus and drew their weapons—knives, spears, clubs, and sticks were all utilized, everyone clearly understood that the boss's order to team up meant he was uncertain of victory, so none dared to be careless.

In the blink of an eye, the seven men made their move, completely sealing off Ling Fan's routes of retreat.

Su Qiong's face changed dramatically, the opponents were ruthless in their attacks, any hit would be crippling if not fatal.

The leader, Lei Ming, was the first to charge, with brass knuckles in hand, he went straight for Ling Fan's face.

Su Ziming, with a fierce smile, swung his short sword aiming for Ling Fan's upper body, while the rest blocked the lower paths, leaving no chance for Ling Fan to catch his breath.

Ling Fan stood still, not moving an inch, sensing the strikes of the seven men.

Among them, Lei Ming had the highest cultivation, so his movements were a notch faster than the other six, followed by Su Ziming, and then the five men behind.

Ling Fan chuckled lightly, these guys seemed formidable, but they were still far from his level, and the difference in their timing of attacks was enough for him to respond comfortably.

"Why isn't he dodging? Did he get scared stiff?" someone nervously wondered aloud.

"Are you an idiot? How the hell do you dodge that? Go on, you try dodging!" another person cursed.

"It's over, did he bite off more than he can chew? Isn't he definitely dead then?" another person muttered, swallowing his saliva.

Although Zhou Siyu was full of confidence in Ling Fan, she grew nervous at this moment, and Su Qiong felt her heart in her throat.

"Motherfucker, daring to challenge our Lei Ming, go to hell!" Lei Ming roared like thunder, his punch descending fast.

Ling Fan sneered in disdain and instantly moved like lightning, slightly shifting his position, he caught Lei Ming's descending fist and used the momentum to pull, causing Lei Ming to instantly lose his balance, the trajectory of his punch suddenly shifting.

The next second, Su Ziming's short sword also struck, colliding with Lei Ming's iron fist, both of their expressions drastically changing.

In an instant, the sword broke and the fist shattered, Ling Fan deployed a Soaring Sky Palm, sending the two flying, instantly disappearing, the five attackers behind lost their target.

The fighters felt something flash before their eyes, and the next moment, they heard 'bang, bang, bang…' followed by five muffled grunts, the five men were tossed away like Celestial Maiden Scattering Flowers.

In an instant, he solved the lethal situation and defeated the seven top fighters of Lei Ming Martial Arts Pavilion.

Ling Fan stood proudly on the spot, his gaze commanding as he maintained his calm and collected demeanor.

"After today, Lei Ming shall cease to exist!" Ling Fan said indifferently, ignoring the seven men who couldn't get up.

In front of the Fighting Stage, there was a dead silence!

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