Super War God in the City

Lan Zihan listened to the relentless jeering and discussions around her, her face turning pale once again.

In her eyes, Ling Fan's actions were also rather strange; she couldn't understand why he was behaving like this!

"Could it be?" Lan Zihan suddenly thought of something and her expression drastically changed.

On the stand, Dong Yanghua and the others also looked toward Ling Fan, who was charging forward with his sword, with faces full of surprise. This move, apart from its slashing speed, had nothing else surprising.

"What is this guy up to?" Jia Qingsheng frowned.

"In war, deception is key; could he be planning some trick?" Liang Chen'en said thoughtfully.

Next to him, Lu Hongshuo slapped his hand suddenly, realizing, "Hehe, I know now!"

"Hmm?" Dong Yanghua and the others curiously looked over.

"This kid, he must have been injured by that hit just now!" Lu Hongshuo squinted his eyes, speaking with conviction.

Upon hearing this, they looked at each other and soon all nodded in realization; indeed, this seemed to be the only plausible explanation.

"Hehe, quite the tough nut; even at this point, he continues to struggle!" Dong Yanghua couldn't help but snicker.

Standing at a distance, Dong Weiyue, after her initial shock, also sneered endlessly, "I thought you had some tricks up your sleeve, just straining yourself. I want to see how you face Master Yu's third blade!"

At this moment, most people in the crowd had realized the ridiculous reason behind Ling Fan's sword swing.

Therefore, the laughter in the venue grew even louder.

Yu Yongchang, too, was brought back to his senses after failing to kill Ling Fan with one strike.

Initially, upon seeing Ling Fan emerge unscathed, he was truly stunned. It was a bona fide strike, yet it failed to achieve its purpose?

However, after this brief moment of stupor and hearing the surrounding discussions, he finally understood.

"Hmph, already so badly injured, and still playing mind games with me?" Yu Yongchang chuckled coldly to himself.

"Swoosh!"

He flipped the blade in his hand and barked coldly, "Boy, since you seek death so fervently, I shall fulfill your wish. The third strike of raging waves, Heaven and Earth Invert!"

Accompanied by Yu Yongchang's roar, Blade Gang abruptly arose, and the world around suddenly hushed, as if the air had been forcefully evacuated, forming an invisible oppressive force.

The Blade Gang demonstrated by Yu Yongchang's third strike shrank by several meters, becoming highly concentrated and unstoppable. The golden radiance of the Blade Gang shone intimidatingly.

However, the way Yu Yongchang wielded this strike wasn't as smooth as before; he seemed to be struggling, and the Blade Gang stayed attached to the blade, not shooting out.

"Crack, crack, crack!"

As Yu Yongchang swung his blade down, the oppressive force attached to the Blade Gang pressed down layer upon layer, compressing any standing sculptures and such around the plaza into nepheline!

Even the onlookers with weaker Cultivation were pressed down to their knees by this force.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

More than half of the people in the plaza couldn't withstand the pressure and knelt down!

"This..." Everyone turned pale.

"Master Yu's blade, too... too strong!" someone trembled.

Yu Yongchang's earth-shattering, unparalleled strike immediately seemed incomparable to Ling Fan's unadorned sword strike, clearly showing their vastly different strengths!

"Master Yu, kill this fool, let him know the power of our Witchcraft Sect!" The crowd suddenly became animated.

Everyone had to be excited; the move was just too shocking, too terrifying. After Ling Fan had been arrogantly masking his true nature, everyone was thrilled to see his end approaching.

Dong Yanghua, observing Yu Yongchang's domineering strike, wore a serious expression, "Master Yu's strength in this strike indicates he can battle with me now."

"Hiss~"

Upon hearing this, the other Peak Masters around him gasped, surprised at how highly Dong Yanghua regarded Yu Yongchang.

It was known that Dong Yanghua was a Half-step Divine Realm being, indicating that Yu Yongchang's Cultivation had improved significantly recently.

Just then, Ling Fan's figure had already reached Yu Yongchang, and Yu Yongchang's attack was slashing through the air.

Everyone's eyes widened, filled with anticipation and horror as they watched the shocking scene unfold before them.

"This kid has such strong conviction that he can still hold on under Master Yu's pressure!" Liang Cheng'en couldn't help but exclaim.

"Hmm~"

Yu Yongchang's expression changed, feeling somewhat perplexed. Was this guy really choosing to confront him head-on?

He had initially thought Ling Fan would back off, but instead, the opponent chose close combat.

"Hmph, you're seeking your own death by coming straight at me!" Yu Yongchang coldly shouted, his Blade Gang increasing in power as it clung to his blade.

At this moment, in his eyes, Ling Fan was certain to die!

In an instant, the Blade Gang slashed down as Ling Fan's Tianxuan Sword also fell, the blade and sword about to meet.

The hearts of the surrounding spectators were in their throats, and they found it difficult to breathe due to the tension.

Those who held grudges against Ling Fan were all hoping he would die under this blade strike. Lan Zihan also guessed that Ling Fan had been severely injured just before.

Thus, she was also extremely anxious, nearly biting her lips through and her heart clenched tightly!

"Kid, go on your way peacefully!" Yu Yongchang barked fiercely.

"Bang!"

Under the watchful eyes of the expectant crowd, Ling Fan's Tianxuan Sword collided with Yu Yongchang's blade, creating a thunderous roar.

The next moment, a miracle occurred.

Ling Fan's plain sword, which had been ridiculed by everyone, caused Yu Yongchang's proudly imposing and breathtaking blade to collapse layer by layer.

"How... how could this be..." Yu Yongchang's eyes bulged out fiercely, about to split from rage.

Watching the Blade Gang enveloping the blade shatter like cracked crystal, Yu Yongchang's mentality collapsed instantly.

His thoughts had completely stalled, turning blank.

Since the creation of his blade, such an event had never occurred, even when facing opponents like Dong Yanghua in the Half-Step Divine Realm, he had never seen such a collapse of the Blade Gang.

The scene before him was the first of its kind in his life; with just one sword strike, Ling Fan had stunned Yu Yongchang.

The spectators were equally stunned, to the point where some, because of the huge psychological gap between their expectations and reality, couldn't accept it and fell to the ground, fainting!

"Pfft~"

Ruan Yulong, leaning in a corner, also had his eyes bulge out. Unable to accept the scene before him, he spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

Wei Yuanjie, if it were not for Shen Ying supporting him, would have already fallen to the ground.

Lan Zihan's eyes moistened with excitement as she looked at Ling Fan, her gaze filled with a complex mix of joy, surprise, and excitement.

"How... possible..." Dong Weiyue was completely dumbfounded.

"No... it can't be true…" Yu Yuanbai's mouth opened and closed, and his barely recovered composure broke down again.

At that moment, everyone watched as Yu Yongchang's Blade Gang was completely shattered by Ling Fan's clumsy yet quaint sword strike.

And the scene was far from over. After crushing the Blade Gang, Ling Fan's Tianxuan Sword directly struck down on the very body of Yu Yongchang's blade.

"Crack!"

The Tianxuan Sword was unstoppable, swiftly cleaving the blade in two!

"Boom~"

Another dull sound resounded as the stunned Yu Yongchang suddenly came to his senses. Using the collision and the recoil force from his broken blade, he frantically retreated.

"Boom!"

A thunderous sound erupted as Yu Yongchang, in his flying retreat, crashed into Zhu Rong Peak's Observatory, collapsing it and being submerged in the rubble.

The Peak Masters in the stands, stunned, watched the unfolding scene, forgetting even to think.

Ling Fan stood proudly on the spot, his posture infinitely upright—a plain sword strike stunning the entire arena!