Super War God in the City

Ling Fan's eyebrows raised ever so slightly as he looked toward Xiong Tianlu on the Fighting Stage, who acted arrogantly as if he was above everyone else. He spoke lightly, "Even the Dragon Gate Master has to politely call me 'War Emperor' when he sees me, yet you, an insignificant member of Dragon Gate, dare to shout in front of me?"

Xiong Tianlu's eyes immediately bulged upon hearing this, his hair and beard bristled with rage, and smoke seemed to billow from his seven orifices. Pointing at Ling Fan, he cursed loudly, "How dare you, insolent madman, insult the prestige of our Dragon Gate! Our Sect Leader is lofty and high above, not someone you can slander with your wild and fanciful talk.

As for that nonsense 'War Emperor', try defeating me, Xiong Tianlu, first!"

Ling Fan snorted with laughter, not at all speaking out of turn. Dragon Gate was one of the top three organizations in the world, on equal footing with Hongmen and Tangmen.

Before he was seriously injured and joined another family through marriage, who in the Underworld didn't know his name as 'War Emperor'? Even heirs of the World's Number One Family had to greet him with a smile, and the organization he founded, 'Hell Idlers', dominated the world.

"It seems that in the two years I've been gone, the world has forgotten me!" Ling Fan muttered to himself.

The onlookers exchanged puzzled looks, not understanding a word they were saying, for they couldn't comprehend a single thing!

What War Emperor? What Dragon Gate? These resounding titles from the Underworld were far too remote for them.

The people from Lei Ming Martial Arts Pavilion simply hoped that this man who had suddenly appeared seeking a vendetta actually had some skill and would put Ling Fan to death on the spot.

At this moment, the people of Lei Ming Martial Arts Pavilion hated Ling Fan to the bone, yet they were powerless against him, so they could only pin their hopes on Xiong Tianlu.

Fan Zhan, carrying a Vajra Staff, stepped forward and pointed at Xiong Tianlu, "Our boss isn't someone you can provoke. You think you're fit to cross hands with our boss? Today, us three will take on you, this so-called expert of Dragon Gate!"

Jiang Shi and Zuo Zhengqing immediately stood beside Fan Zhan, gripping their weapons tightly and staring fiercely at Xiong Tianlu.

They had just sworn allegiance to Ling Fan and hadn't found a chance to show their loyalty. Now someone was bringing them a pillow just as they dozed off—this was the perfect time to present a Letter of Allegiance to Ling Fan!

Previously, Ling Fan had said they were not qualified to be his underlings, which had caused them considerable frustration. They were eager to prove they were not worthless!

"Fuck, thinking you can oppose Dragon Gate without knowing how high the sky is or how deep the earth is?" Xiong Tianlu shouted angrily.

Fan Zhan and the others exchanged glances, clueless as to what this Dragon Gate was all about.

"Dragon my ass, is Dragon Gate so impressive? I've never heard of it, and I'm from the Dragon Slaying Hall!" Fan Zhan snorted with a laugh.

He then shouted to the crowd below, "Has anyone heard of Dragon Gate? Enlighten me, Fan Zhan, for I'm ignorant of such matters!"

The onlookers immediately burst into laughter. How could they, ordinary people from the Secular World of the Ivory Tower, know anything about Dragon Gate?

"Fuck, if you ask me, this idiot must have time-traveled here, talking about Dragon Gate—is it about carps leaping through the Dragon Gate? Xiangnan Satellite TV does have a reality show by that name, and my cousin even participated in it!" someone laughed loudly from below.

"Haha, this guy must have run out of a mental institution, his brain's gone funny!" another person joined in the laughter.

Ling Fan, standing on the side, almost couldn't hold back his laughter. Dragon Gate, being a rising power, might have a high reputation in the Underworld, but it was far less well-established and less renowned across the ordinary world than Hongmen and Tangmen were.

At this point, Xiong Tianlu was trying to show off the might of Dragon Gate in front of a group of students, but it was utterly pointless since no one knew about it.

Xiong Tianlu seemed to realize this issue too, his face turning the color of liver, looking extremely unsightly.

"Fan Zhan, the Great God, let this bumpkin from out of town see our Martial Arts Academy's true power! Damn it, daring to show off in our Binzhou University!" someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, waving their support.

Fan Zhan and the others did not hesitate and immediately jumped onto the Fighting Stage. Without a word, they all attacked.

Ling Fan knew that the three were no match for Xiong Tianlu but did not interfere, considering they appeared to have had little contact with the Martial Arts World and should be allowed to toughen up through such an experience.

Su Qiong and the others were anxiously watching the four who were about to clash on the stage, and everyone from the Lei Ming Martial Arts Pavilion held their breath, especially Lei Ming and Su Ziming— they were the only ones present who did not wish for the trio to win.

"Damn it, ignorant brats, today you'll learn the extent of Grandpa Xiong's prowess!" Xiong Tianlu burst out shouting and without using any weapons, faced the three with his bare hands.

In an instant, the four were embroiled in battle, but after no more than three exchanges, the trio lay on the floor, unable to rise. Compared to their earlier fight with Ling Fan, this defeat was somewhat more decent; they lasted two moves longer against Xiong Tianlu.

The scene on the stage left everyone present petrified. They had already found it difficult to accept Ling Fan's skill, and now, this so-called expert from Dragon Gate was still able to dominate the trio of Fan Zhan.

This realization was bitter for the crowd, who realized they were just frogs in a well, limited to Binzhou University's small corner of the sky—the outside world was the true den of dragons and tigers.

Ling Fan nodded slightly in his heart, as he had already deduced Xiong Tianlu's strength from their scuffle. Xiong's skills were on par with his own, but far less refined. He had taken only three moves to defeat Fan Zhan and the others without inflicting serious harm.

"Hmph, overestimating yourselves!" Xiong Tianlu coldly snorted as he looked at the defeated trio.

Pointing at Ling Fan, he roared, "Kid, it's your turn to court death. I won't show you any mercy, so you'd better prepare for the afterlife. If you have any last words, spit them out quickly!"

Lying on the ground, the spirits of Fan Zhan's trio were crushed, only now realizing the saying 'there's always someone better out there.' They were only able to dominate within the small realm of this campus.

Excitement flushed Su Ziming's face like he was injected with adrenaline, looking at Ling Fan, his blood surged, and likewise, everyone from the Lei Ming Pavilion was tremendously agitated.

Qi Xiumin's previously pale face finally regained its color. The emergence of Xiong Tianlu had filled her with great confidence.

"Ling Fan!" Su Qiong and Zhou Siyu both stepped forward, their faces full of concern.

Xu Miaotong and He Jiayi down below were also nervously holding onto each other, silently watching the unfolding scene on the stage.

Ling Fan waved his hand dismissively, "No matter, he's just a jumping clown!"

At these words, the crowd gasped in astonishment. Their adoration for Ling Fan grew even more as he remained so calm and composed.

"Is this... is this what they call 'silent bragging'?" someone in the crowd said excitedly.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Silent bragging, it's lethal!" Another clenched their fists, feeling the blood boil, as if they were Ling Fan on the stage.

"A piece of dog crap—just wait until you're lying on the ground, let's see if you can stay so composed then!" Qi Xiumin mocked with visible irritation.

Meanwhile, Su Ziming cursed internally, "Keep pretending—let's see how much longer you can before you die on the Fighting Stage!"

Just as Ling Fan was about to leap onto the Fighting Stage, a stern voice suddenly came from below.

"Friend, causing trouble in our school is a bit out of line, don't you think?"

This unexpected voice froze everyone on the spot.

Lei Ming, who had been hoping to see Ling Fan meet his demise, trembled and turned towards the source of the voice with a bitter expression, "The... Did the Director just arrive?"