Super War God in the City

"Is he dead?" Xu Yuanliang and Lu Wenshi looked at each other, astonished.

Ling Fan's performance just now had been so unexpected that, to the uninitiated, he might have appeared as a clown popping up from nowhere.

"He should be dead, or at least gravely injured. Master Yu's attack seemed to have hit dead-on!" Lu Wenshi muttered.

"Was this guy joking just now?" Xu Yuanliang frowned, somewhat puzzled.

"Who cares, either way, that idiot is more likely doomed than not!" Lu Wenshi spoke up.

"Huff~"

Yu Yuanbai let out a long breath, relieved to finally see that fellow getting the thrashing he deserved.

"Hmph, live by the sword, die by the sword. Lan Zihan, you wretch, you too will pay the price!" Ruan Yulong stared intently at the center of the attack storm, cursing under his breath.

Standing atop a stone sculpture, Yu Yongchang gazed icily at the heart of the battlefield. With the strike that had just occurred, he was confident of injuring even someone in the Half-step Divine Realm had they been hit.

"I refuse to believe, under such an attack, you could possibly emerge unscathed," Yu Yongchang muttered coldly.

"Xiaobai, Ling Fan... he..." Lan Zihan's palms were sweating with anxiety.

The sudden change in Ling Fan's situation had caught everyone off guard. She was still dazed, not understanding what Ling Fan was doing in the middle of a life-and-death confrontation.

Although Feng Xiaobai was also a bit stunned, he was blood-linked to Ling Fan and could sense that Ling Fan was not seriously harmed.

"Don't worry, the boss is okay. This level of power is nothing to him!" Feng Xiaobai said reassuringly as he watched the center of the attack.

"This guy, really a freaking surprise - probably got chopped to death by Master Yu!" someone in the watching crowd murmured.

"It should be, just now I almost really freaking died of fright, thought this kid had some earth-shattering secret technique, ready to counter-kill Master Yu!" someone else nearby commented.

"Hahaha, I was scared half to death just now too, but no, it was a huge move indeed, the 'Acting Big Getting Smacked' technique!" another couldn't help but laugh mockingly.

Hearing this, everyone around couldn't help but erupt into a burst of roaring laughter.

At this moment, Ling Fan was crouched on the ground feeling annoyed.

When he had crashed to the ground earlier and felt the subsequent attack coming, he had instinctively used the Exotic Fire to burrow into the earth. Though he hadn't been injured, he was left in quite a disheveled state!

"Giggles~"

The laughter of the Holy Princess couldn't help but erupt, her entire figure shaking with mirth in the Sea of Soul Consciousness.

"Cough cough... a miscalculation, a miscalculation," Official Ling coughed dryly, awkwardly.

"Kid, the Tianxuan Nine Swords consist of nine Sword Scars, and its base weight is the Strength of One Dragon. You're supposed to be able to lift it only once you've entered the Innate realm!

However, I've arranged an auxiliary Array on it, so now its weight is the Hundred Elephants Force, which is just within your ability to wield!

Moreover, this sword has other uses, which you can come to understand after you enter the Innate realm!" the Holy Princess explained.

The Holy Princess wanted to say more, but as they were currently in a confrontation with an enemy, it wasn't the time for long conversations. Besides, some things would be of no use to Ling Fan if told too soon.

"Holy Princess, what does the Strength of One Dragon mean?" Ling Fan asked in astonishment.

He only knew about the Strength of One Elephant and had never heard of the Strength of One Dragon before.

"The Strength of One Elephant is a thousand catties; Ten Thousand Elephants is the Dragon's Force!" the Holy Princess said indifferently.

Ling Fan, "..."

"So that's a force of ten million catties? Is there anything beyond the Dragon's Force?" Ling Fan asked nervously.

"Yes, but you are too weak right now. Knowing too much won't do you any good; focus on growing!" the Holy Princess said with a hint of melancholy.

"Hiss~"

"Huff~"

Ling Fan took several deep breaths in a row, calming his fluctuating emotions, thinking to himself, the road to cultivation is long and arduous!

"Rest assured, I will definitely strive to grow!" Ling Fan muttered resolutely.

He then swung the 'Tianxuan Sword' in his hand, feeling a connection as if by blood, as though the sword was not just a weapon but an old friend he had known for years.

The Holy Princess watched silently within the Sea of Soul Consciousness, feeling as if a lifetime had passed. This 'Tianxuan Sword' was the divine weapon of the Human Saint Emperor in ancient times and had been Ling Fan's sword in his previous life!

"Ah, I'm looking forward to your swift growth, to once again reigning supreme over the world, commanding mountains and rivers!" the Holy Princess whispered to herself.

Ling Fan waved the Tianxuan Sword a few times to get a rough feel for its weight, ensuring there wouldn't be a repeat of the earlier blunder!

"Damn it, you old coot, watch how I take care of you!" Ling Fan cursed inwardly, immediately sheathed the Tianxuan Sword, and leapt into the air.

At this moment, the crowd around the plaza was buzzing with discussion. After being struck, Ling Fan hadn't moved for quite some time, and most people were guessing that he was likely dead.

"He's dead just like that? It seems I overestimated him!" Dong Yanghua said indifferently.

If Yu Yongchang hadn't appeared suddenly before, he would have taken action himself. Even so, he was somewhat apprehensive; this kid was skilled, and he couldn't be sure if there was a formidable figure behind him.

Just then, a shocking turn of events occurred. They saw a figure burst out from the center of the explosion, leaping out of the deep pit. Who else could it be but Ling Fan?

The entire crowd was shocked at this sight, exchanging dismayed glances. Despite Ling Fan's disheveled appearance, he seemed largely unhurt.

"Damn, is this guy unkillable like a cockroach, how is he not dead yet?" the spectating crowd muttered in depressed confusion.

Ling Fan's condition was a significant shock to everyone present. You'd think he'd at least show some signs of injury, which would have given them some consolation.

"You old coot, take this, Thunderclap Sky-breaker!" Ling Fan, holding the Tianxuan Sword, bellowed as if thunder boomed.

This technique was also one of the Eighteen Forms of Limitlessness. However, when executed with the Tianxuan Sword, it felt entirely different.

Ling Fan thought this was the correct way to unleash Thunderclap Sky-breaker, that this was the might a sword like this should possess. There was no Sword Light, no Sword Qi, just one swift, decisive strike.

Even though the sword strike felt exhilarating, Ling Fan knew he had not come anywhere close to realizing one ten-thousandth of the sword's potential!

For he couldn't even muster Sword Qi or Sword Light, which showed that his current strength was nowhere sufficient to wield the sword!

The more Ling Fan realized this, the stronger his anticipation grew.

However, powerful as this strike felt to Ling Fan, to the onlookers it appeared utterly unremarkable.

"Damn it, nearly scared me to death again. That's his strike? Does this guy even know how to use a sword?" A mocking voice echoed from the crowd.

No wonder people were doubtful; the strike was unimpressive to the eye.

For to those watching, even a three-year-old could swing better than he did!

The strike, from the outside, lacked momentum, elicited no sharp Sword Light, and had no terrifying Sword Qi. Fast as it may have been, it seemed as though he could lose grip of it at any moment.

Simply because the Tianxuan Sword was too heavy. Although Ling Fan had adapted somewhat underground, in the end, it was a rushed effort, and he hadn't fully adjusted yet.

Therefore, his sword slash seemed forced, and without any manifest momentum, it looked like a child who had just started learning the sword, somewhat comical!

"Haha... cough... damn it, with that standard, back to the womb with you!" Ruan Yulong laughed fiercely with scorn after his initial shock.

At this point, he couldn't understand how he had been defeated by such trash!

As Ruan Yulong sneered, the onlookers also reacted, looking towards Ling Fan and shouting.

"Kid, you can't even hold a sword steady, just kneel down and beg for mercy already!" the crowds mocked in chorus.