Super War God in the City

The sudden turn of events left everyone staring agape, looking at Ling Fan as if they had seen a ghost fiend!

"What... What happened?" someone stammered.

"How is it possible that Cao Teng was defeated with just one punch? It seems like he was utterly powerless to retaliate!" another person exclaimed, eyes wide in disbelief.

Just now, everyone was mocking Ling Fan as a coward, but now they wouldn't even dare to let out a peek, with more fear than mockery in their eyes!

Cao Teng lay on the ground, his eyes bloodshot, feeling as if all his bones had been shattered. He couldn't stand up for a long time, his mind in utter chaos!

"I... I lost?" Cao Teng muttered to himself, unable to accept the reality before his eyes.

Used to acting arrogant and domineering, when had he ever suffered such humiliation? Not only had he failed to show off today, but he had also lost all face in front of the girl he loved. Cao Teng was close to madness!

Ling Fan glanced at him with indifference, sneering in his heart, "If it weren't for Qiao Yuchan's sake, I would have blasted this idiot into dust with that punch, would he still be alive now?"

"Kid, better watch how you swagger around. Next time, clean your eyes before showing off. Bei Rushuang finds you displeasing. If you dare to harass again, I'll take your damned life directly!" Ling Fan spoke disdainfully.

Bei Rushuang stood to the side, her beautiful eyes flashing with unusual light, "So he's not a coward after all. I said so; how could someone who could spot the flaws in the Shenmen Thirteen Swords not have any real skills?"

Even Lei Yao, who stood by the doorway, was momentarily stunned, unable to believe the scene before her eyes. She wouldn't have been able to down Cao Teng so effortlessly herself!

"It turns out it's not the Family Head's eyesight that's the problem, but my own!" Lei Yao muttered to herself.

Shocked back to consciousness by Ling Fan's cold shout, Cao Teng's thoughts gradually surged back, and when he looked at Ling Fan again, his gaze was ablaze with rage.

"You... just wait..." Cao Teng's face twisted with fury, he gritted his teeth in a threat.

The punch Ling Fan had thrown just now had caught him off guard and caused him significant injury. He was determined to reclaim his dignity in this scene!

Ling Fan's gaze hardened, "Dissatisfied? You'd best not take my words for hot air. If you're reckless again, I'll bloody waste you. And don't think you can hide behind your master, because in my eyes, he's nothing at all!"

"Hiss~"

A collective gasp of shock went through the crowd at Ling Fan's words.

"That's just too... too arrogant, he doesn't even consider Elder Yu Xinghai, having injured his prized disciple, and still he dares to be so insolent.

Elder Yu is known for being fiercely protective. This kid is surely done for and doesn't even know it yet!" someone in the crowd shook their head vigorously.

"Hmph, he ambushed Cao Teng, which was a dishonorable victory from the start. He really thinks too much of himself, daring to mock the Chief Elder as nothing. Too arrogant. I look forward to Elder Yu showing his might and teaching this kid the true strength of the Qiao Family!" said another person indignantly.

At this moment, Cao Teng looked at Ling Fan as if looking at a madman, hissing hatefully, "You will regret this!"

"Fuck off, if you don't get out of my sight in three breaths, I'm going to break your limbs and show you what regret really means!" Ling Fan's face darkened as he suddenly took a step forward.

Cao Teng's face went through several changes, knowing that this was not the time for showing off. He quickly got up from the ground, a look of venomous resentment flashing in his eyes, and left in a sorry state.

The surrounding disciples looked at each other, unable to comprehend Ling Fan's brash and domineering behavior; it was beyond their understanding!

"Look, Protector Lei is coming, this kid's in for it now!" someone in the crowd suddenly exclaimed.

Lei Yao appeared, stepping around the corner of the entrance. She had not expected Ling Fan to be so domineering and cause such a major scene. Elder Yu Xinghai was not someone to be trifled with; even the Family Head was somewhat wary of him, and she was certainly no match for him!

"What are you looking at? Scram, all of you! Do you want to be locked up in confinement?" Lei Yao glared at the onlooking disciples, her face covered with frost.

The disciples, who had been waiting to see Ling Fan make a fool of himself, were suddenly taken aback, stunned for a moment, and then scattered like birds and beasts. Locked up in confinement? That's a joke; those who've been there once in their lives never want to go a second time!

After driving the onlooking disciples away, Lei Yao approached Ling Fan with a complicated expression, "What you did just now was a bit too much. Cao Teng is the disciple of Yu Xinghai. It's one thing to beat him, but to humiliate his master in public like that, Yu Xinghai will surely come looking for trouble!"

Ling Fan glanced at Lei Yao and did not respond, instead, he turned his head to look at Bei Rushuang!

"Cao Teng isn't that impressive. Why didn't you dare to fight him just now? Don't you have confidence in the swordsmanship I've pointed out to you?" Ling Fan said indifferently.

Bei Rushuang hung her head low, her face full of shame, stuttering, "I... I'm sorry! I..."

Ling Fan sighed and admonished her, "A martial artist should have a heart filled with courage and the drive to progress. Moreover, with my guidance on swordsmanship, he was not your match at this time.

Even if you lost, he wouldn't have taken your life. Facing a worthy opponent is the best way to refine oneself. With such a cowardly mindset, how can you reach higher realms of enlightenment in swordsmanship?"

Bei Rushuang looked like a child who had done something wrong, saying weakly with her head still lowered, "I know I was wrong!"

Lei Yao, seeing that Ling Fan had ignored her and started admonishing her own disciple, immediately felt a surge of anger and was utterly displeased.

"She's my disciple, there's no need for you to scold her," Lei Yao said coldly, her patience wearing thin. "Did you even listen to what I just said?"

"I have something else to do, I'm leaving!" Ling Fan still did not respond to Lei Yao.

With that, he turned and walked towards the gate.

Watching Ling Fan's retreating figure, Lei Yao stomped her foot furiously, "What an ungrateful wretch!"

She was always hot-tempered and now felt all the more frustrated, as if hitting cotton with a fist; it was an uncomfortable sensation. She turned to Bei Rushuang, who was standing by her side, and immediately started scolding her!

"What's wrong with you today? There should be propriety between men and women. What were you doing with him just now? Flirting in public, what will people think?

You've made me lose face. Do you still want to get married after this?" Lei Yao vented all her pent-up frustration on Bei Rushuang.

"Master... it's not what you think..." Bei Rushuang hastily tried to explain.

"It's not what? Don't think I didn't see it. Don't try to argue, that guy is relying on the authority of the Family Head, acting completely out of line. Since when is it his turn to lecture my disciple? Outrageous!" Lei Yao cursed, clearly indignant.

Bei Rushuang panicked, "No, Master, he was pointing out the flaws in my swordsmanship just now. The Shenmen Thirteen Styles are flawed..."

"Nonsense, this swordsmanship is the Family Head's legacy, passed down for I don't know how many generations. None of our predecessors found any issues, and he did? Don't be seduced by his nonsense!" Lei Yao interrupted her disciple, scolding her as if she were steel that could not turn into iron.

She couldn't understand it. Putting the Family Head aside, as her disciple seemed to have only just come into contact with that guy today, how could she be so bewitched by him in just a short while?

Immediately, she ordered Bei Rushuang, "Stay away from that guy from now on, and you're not allowed to have any contact with him!"
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Bei Rushuang felt so stifled by her master that she couldn't say a word, her pretty face turning red with urgency!

Now that the storm from her master seemed to have finally subsided, she weakly said, "I've made a breakthrough in the Seventh Style, and I'm about to master the Eighth Style!"

"Hmm, that's good, keep practicing hard and do not slack off!"

Lei Yao then widened her eyes in disbelief and looked at Bei Rushuang. It took her three years to master the Seventh Style, but this girl had only been practicing for a few days and she had already succeeded?