Super War God in the City

As soon as Liang Dang's words were out, the onlookers were all startled, and even the group of students who had been shouting fell silent. Only then did everyone realize that the secret treasure on Ling Fan's body might become his amulet, helping him escape the current crisis. Tao Yang, who had angrily revealed that Ling Fan possessed a secret treasure, turned pale upon hearing Liang Dang's words. He had not intended this at all and never expected that his clever ploy would backfire and might even save the guy. "Damn it, how could this happen!" Tao Yang felt so frustrated that he wanted to vomit blood. The crowd's gaze focused once again on Ling Fan, anyone with half a brain would certainly know how to choose. However, it seemed everyone had overestimated their own intelligence and underestimated Ling Fan's fierceness. "Hahaha, this is really quite interesting, old man, your face is much bigger than your ass. Want the secret treasure, huh? I am full of treasures, if you have the ability, you can take them all!" Ling Fan laughed loudly. "Damn it, this old immortal is babbling non-stop with so many ideas, I think you are eager to meet the Buddha!" With that said, Ling Fan's figure suddenly exploded into action, transforming into a residual image charging straight towards Liang Dang. Seeing this, Liang Dang was instantly filled with both shock and rage, never expecting this guy to be so arrogant. To take action against him was a challenge to his own dignity and a provocation against the entire Zhongnan Academy. "Hmph, good timing, heaven has a path you do not take, I was just looking for a good opportunity to kill you in broad daylight!" Liang Dang steadied his emotions. He took out a Cold Iron Longsword from his Spatial Beast Pouch with a loud shout and went forth to meet Ling Fan. "Holy shit, this guy's gone mad, actually daring to take the initiative to attack Elder Liang?" the watching students exclaimed in shock. "Damn, this is like going head-to-head against the academy, where the hell does this guy get his confidence and audacity?" someone uttered, dumbfounded. Su Qiong and others had their hearts pounding rapidly, it was nerve-wracking, Ling Fan was now directly confronting the academy, the consequences were unthinkable. Qi He, Zhong Rong, and Zheng Yu found their mouths dry, to make an enemy of the academy, let alone strength, just this courage alone was absolutely unmatched in the Martial Arts World! Wu Rao's head was already somewhat overwhelmed, she knew the situation of the Martial Arts World all too well, and was very clear about the towering status of Zhongnan Academy in the Martial Arts World, to stand against the academy, where was the way out? "Whew~" Xiang Hao let out a breath, feeling exhilarated, "This idiot, actually daring to make an enemy of Zhongnan Academy and even take the initiative to attack Elder Liang, he's oblivious to his own death, saving me the trouble! Hehe, when it comes down to it, I should thank this idiot for helping me get rid of the thorn in my side that is Chao Meng!" At this moment, Xiang Hao had already forgotten the fear he had faced in front of Ling Fan earlier, in his eyes, this scene before him made him one of the biggest winners, like the mantis catching the cicada, with the oriole behind. Ling Fan's sudden emergence had helped him kill Chao Liang, and then the academy would kill this arrogant fool, and then the two beauties Su Qiong had, wouldn't they end up under him? "You arrogant fool, take a sword from me, I want to see if your secret treasure can still rebound the sword moves!" Liang Dang sneered, as his Cold Iron Longsword conjured thousands of sword shadows. ``` "A Touch of Cold Plum!" Liang Dang's sword shadows swirled and he bellowed. ``` ``` This was his signature technique, and facing Ling Fan, an anomaly, he dared not be careless. As he shouted, the sword intent from his longsword instantly transformed into countless plum blossom illusions. ``` ``` At that moment, around Ling Fan, it was as though numerous plum blossoms were falling, as if he were standing amidst a petal rain of plum blossoms. However, in this myriad of plum blossom illusions, only one was real, lethal! ``` ``` "My God, Elder Liang's famous ultimate move 'A Touch of Cold Plum' has been unleashed!" Bian Xing exclaimed, his eyes wide with disbelief at the scene unfolding before him. ``` ``` This move was hauntingly beautiful and could easily intoxicate someone in its beauty. However, this brief intoxication was precisely the fatal opportunity 'A Touch of Cold Plum' provided. ``` ``` Rumors had it that no one had ever escaped with their life under this move; it was Liang Dang's supreme enlightenment of Sword Intent. ``` ``` Upon seeing Elder Liang performing his strongest move, Wu Rao's entire heart leaped into her throat. Even she couldn't help being momentarily distracted by the dreamlike strike. ``` ``` After snapping back to reality, she couldn't help but break out into a cold sweat on her back. She asked herself if she were in Ling Fan's place, what would happen? The answer was certain death! ``` ``` The Yuanchao Alliance's group was thrilled to see Ling Fan in such a dire situation, clapping their hands with excitement and agitation. ``` ``` "Die, just die, you must die for me, Brother Chao, this asshole will soon be confessing to you!" Tao Yang muttered with a twisted expression. ``` ``` As everyone harbored their thoughts, filled with anticipation, anxiety, and excitement for what was to come, they saw Ling Fan casually taking out a sword, a broken sword, no less—the Broken Sword! ``` ``` However, this scene left the onlooking crowd stunned, shocked, flabbergasted! ``` ``` "This... this... this…" Someone's eyes bulged, stammering 'this' for quite some time without managing to utter a second word. ``` ``` "Holy shit, what is that? A broken sword?" Bian Xing nearly popped his eyes out. ``` ``` Xiang Hao almost dropped his jaw, "Damn it, what is this guy trying to do? Taking out a broken sword to face Elder Liang's 'A Touch of Cold Plum'?" ``` ``` "Fuck me, this kid is either supremely arrogant or utterly destitute, to actually pull out a broken sword at such a critical moment. Is he serious?" Kong Yin said blankly. ``` ``` Never mind the bewildered expressions of the onlookers, as if they'd seen something unbelievable; even Wan Long and other Elders standing not far away were astounded. ``` ``` "Damn it, it's truly a sight you don't see every day—I've never seen anyone face Elder Liang's strongest strike with a broken sword before. Is this a contempt and an insult to Elder Liang?" Wan Long swallowed hard, speaking awkwardly. ``` ``` "Hahaha, I guess Elder Liang has never encountered such a situation since he started his career. 'A Touch of Cold Plum' is actually being disrespected!" Lian Cheng couldn't help but burst into laughter. ``` ``` "Heh, this kid is quite peculiar. If he can't win and dies, at least he'll have the satisfaction of having grossly insulted Elder Liang before his death. ``` ``` If he wins, 'Broken Sword defeats Liang Dang' - he will probably become another legend!" The other Elders shook their heads with wry smiles, feeling Ling Fan was playing a game of killing two birds with one stone. ``` ``` At this moment, when Liang Dang saw Ling Fan drawing the Broken Sword, he became furious, and the anger he had suppressed in his heart surged up instantly. ``` ``` "You arrogant brat, daring to humiliate me with a broken sword; I will make sure you die a terrible death!" Liang Dang bellowed in extreme fury, swinging his sword down even faster. ``` ``` Facing Liang Dang's towering rage, Ling Fan merely gave a faint cold snort, "A broken sword is already more respect than you deserve. That I would seriously execute this stroke with it should be a matter of pride for you!" ``` ``` Upon hearing this, Liang Dang nearly spat out a mouthful of Essence Blood, this guy was utterly contemptuous! Did he think so little of him, that even a broken sword was 'serious'? ``` ``` The next moment, just as Liang Dang's sword was about to fall, suddenly a faint voice came from Ling Fan's direction, "Limitless Third Form, Entwining Silk Around Fingers!" ```