Super War God in the City-Chapter 334: Another Sword Intent

With Wen Gao’s sudden initiation, the Leng family’s expressions changed abruptly. They had only one person on their side, while the opposition had many, whether they chose to attack collectively or fight in succession, it put them at a disadvantage!

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Seeing this, Leng Zhenyu immediately shouted coldly, "What are you doing, have you no shame!"

"Hmm? Is the Leng family gaining the upper hand?" The spectators couldn’t see the actual situation in the melee, but they saw Ling Fan coming over to help.

Everyone looked over, only to see Wen Gao’s figure flash, holding the Three-Foot Green Blade, he swung his sword and struck towards two people in the melee.

"Bang!"

Wen Gao had realized Sword Intent, and with this stroke, he immediately separated the two men, while a surge of Sword Qi shattered a nearby table into dust.

Leng Junhao stepped aside, raising an eyebrow, in that instant, he felt a dangerous aura from the opponent’s sword.

"Is it Sword Intent?" Leng Junhao licked his lips, his eyes flickered with excitement.

In that moment, Wen Gao feared injuring Hong Mao, so the Sword Intent he deployed wasn’t very intense, merely meant to separate the two!

However, once the two were separated, the scene’s tense and shocking ambiance drastically changed!

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"Pfft!"

Suddenly, someone couldn’t hold back their laughter, staring blankly at Hong Mao.

Wen Gao also turned his head to look, and seeing that, his expression immediately turned awkward; Hong Mao’s condition was quite dire.

His entire outfit was torn into pieces by Leng Junhao’s Soft Sword, revealing a torso covered in blood, particularly tragic was the phrase ’old bastard’ stabbed into his chest, glaringly prominent.

"Damn, genius, how, in the midst of such a fierce and intense battle, could someone still manage to carve words on someone?" The onlookers were somewhat dazed.

"Heh heh..." Even Leng Zhenyu couldn’t help but laugh, Hong Mao at that moment looked like a ridiculous monkey.

Su Wenwu was left stunned, such a Grandmaster level battle, he had no qualifications to participate. He used to pride himself on being a Canglong Instructor, but in front of real masters, apart from his title, he was nothing.

Su Ting’s eyes sparkled, too strong! The Leng family had hidden such a terrifying figure, without ever hearing about him before!

Hong Tianrui turned pale, even Elder Hong was no match, if it had been him who went up earlier, who knows what the outcome would have been!

On Ling Fan’s side, the Martial Association people all had ugly expressions on their faces. Although they had many people, when it came to Cultivation, only Elder Hong was at the Grandmaster Realm.

Apart from him, the strongest fighter was Wen Gao.

"This old guy is kind of miserable, getting beat up like that, sigh!" the onlookers immediatey started whispering among themselves, no longer optimistic about Ling Fan’s side.

The Su Family people were silently speechless. The Leng family was strong, but, until the end, it was too early to draw conclusions.

Even Su Zixuan and Su Ziming, who harbored deep resentment towards Ling Fan in their hearts, just cursed quietly to themselves, without speaking out.

But from their faces, one could still see that barely concealed excitement and anticipation!

"Heh heh, Little Chuan, what do you think? Still feel uncertain?" After a series of shocks, Leng Kaicheng finally felt some grounding and confidence, absolute confidence in Leng Junhao.

Upon hearing this, Leng Chuan looked at the excitement on his father’s face, somewhat unwilling to dampen his spirits, but still hesitated and said, "Who will have the last laugh, is still unknown, winning comes only to those who can laugh at the end!"

The scene just now, although intensely shocking, he had seen even more intensely shocking scenarios than this.

So, he didn’t feel as intensely, nor was he as thrilled as Leng Kaicheng and his people!

Leng Kaicheng took a deep breath and stared deeply at Leng Chuan. He really couldn’t understand why his son repeatedly boosted the morale of others.

Once this matter was over, he must have a serious talk with his son after dealing with Ling Fan. As the saying goes, lose the battle but not the morale. How could he be so cowardly?

Hong Mao stood in place, breathing heavily. If it weren’t for Wen Gao’s sword, his heart would have been pierced by that sinister opponent, and he would be a corpse now.

Thinking about this, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread. Unexpectedly, being of the same Grandmaster Realm, the gap with his opponent was so big!

At the moment of the opponent’s counterattack, he fell into a state of desperate defense. Just a few breaths into the exchange, he was in peril.

Hong Mao looked down at the position of his heart, his face turning red when he saw it.

"How absurd, I’ll fight you with all I have!" Hong Mao suddenly burst in anger, clenching his Willow Leaf Saber, ready to fight desperately.

Even a clay figure has three points of anger; seeing those words on his chest, how could Hong Mao endure it?

Wen Gao appeared in a flash, blocking in front of Hong Mao. "Elder Hong, calm down. Now is not the time for impulsiveness. In war, there is nothing to be ashamed of from defeat!"

Immediately afterward, he looked coldly at Leng Junhao. "You have gone too far, let me take you on!"

Hong Mao gasped heavily, and it took him a long while to calm down. Then he respectfully said, "Young Master Wen, please take over!"

After saying that, without further hesitation, he turned around and walked back to his team. Staying would only add to the ridicule.

Hong Tianrui quickly pulled out a garment and threw it over, also passing a bottle of antiseptic medicine. "Uncle Hong, pay no mind. Victory and defeat are common in battle. We will surely reclaim our honor!"

Hong Mao accepted the items and nodded, his gaze coldly fixed on the field, wishing to split Leng Junhao into two with his saber. Yet, lacking the strength, he could only curse inwardly, placing his hopes on Wen Gao!

As Hong Mao left the field, everyone’s gaze focused on Wen Gao. It was clear to all that Wen Gao was an even more formidable figure than Hong Mao.

Indeed, he was the most formidable in Ling Fan’s faction. This battle would directly determine the ultimate victory or defeat of both sides.

Everyone tensed up, the Su Family was nervous, and so was the Leng family. The outcome of the kingdom depended on this one battle.

Leng Junhao’s eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty excitement. "Boy, have you grasped ’Sword Intent’?"

Wen Gao’s expression remained unchanged, highly cautious, not daring to be the slightest bit negligent. The person in front of him gave him a very eerie feeling. As masters contended, a moment was enough to sense much from mere intuition.

He stared into Leng Junhao’s eyes and nodded. "Indeed, if you admit defeat now, perhaps my boss will show mercy and spare your life!"

"Hahaha, do you think understanding ’Sword Intent’ gives you the right to be arrogant? Haven’t you heard the saying, ’There’s always someone better’? Today, let me see how much Sword Intent you’ve realized!" Leng Junhao laughed heartily.

"It’s rare to encounter someone who has understood Sword Intent. Show your strongest move, let’s see if you can injure me!"

Saying this, he flicked his Soft Sword. A dense thought-force enveloped the blade, and in an instant, Leng Junhao’s aura seemed to turn ethereal, as if merging with his sword!

Wen Gao’s expression instantly turned solemn. Another Sword Intent. This man had also realized Sword Intent, even deeper than his own!

Immediately, his aura transformed, his fighting spirit soared, and his momentum climbed to its peak!

"Swoosh!"

After adjusting his aura to the peak, Wen Gao’s body suddenly moved, like lightning across the clouds, his sword aimed directly at his sole target—Leng Junhao!