Super War God in the City-Chapter 335: Committing Suicide as Apology [Fifth Watch of the Night]

Wen Gao’s sword seemed to encompass the entire world, and the onlookers felt as if their souls were being sucked away by the stroke.

In the crowd, Ling Fan nodded slightly, acknowledging that compared to last time, Wen Gao’s Sword Intent had improved significantly.

At the same time, Leng Junhao made his move, his Soft Sword streaking across the sky like a meteor chasing the moon, surging towards the sword that Wen Gao thrust forward.

The atmosphere in the hall seemed to freeze; in front of the swords of the two men, it was as if time itself had come to a standstill. Experience more on novelbuddy

In the blink of an eye, the two swords collided with pinpoint accuracy, like a needle tip to wheat awn, and from their meeting, an invisible wave of energy dispersed in all directions.

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

The bystanders standing close by were instantly swept away by the blast, causing a ghostly wail to arise, and a number of the big shots ended up with ash-covered faces, looking quite embarrassed!

The two men in the center of the battle, their robes billowing, with Wen Gao gripping his sword, felt as though he had struck an exceedingly hard iron wall, unable to advance even an inch.

The next instant, he felt the Sword Intent he released starting to crack and then beginning to collapse, shattering bit by bit.

Sword Intent is such a thing that, although it is uniform in name, varies greatly due to personal enlightenment; each person’s Sword Intent is unique.

In comparison, Leng Junhao’s Sword Intent carried a piercing chill and malice, resembling a venomous snake, while Wen Gao’s was an unyielding force, which, despite being ferocious, was lacking something!

Afterward, once Wen Gao’s Sword Intent was dissolved, Leng Junhao’s Sword Intent swept forward like a victorious general’s force, unstoppable, and plunged forward without restraint.

"Pfft~"

Wen Gao’s body jolted violently, spitting out blood and, unable to stop himself, flew backward, falling at Ling Fan’s feet!

As Leng Junhao stood holding the Soft Sword, utterly unmoved, the victor was clear, and the hall fell into silence!

"We won, the Leng family won!" Su Ting’s face flushed with excitement, and she looked at Ling Fan with a savage, cold laugh.

Leng Zhenyu breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if a huge weight had been lifted off his chest, "Jun Hao won!"

Leng Kaicheng trembled with excitement, "Too strong, the honor of the Leng family is preserved!"

Leng Chuan remained silent as before, simply watching the scene quietly. Although the Leng family’s mysterious master had won, Ling Fan had yet to make his move!

The spectators felt as if they were witnessing a martial arts blockbuster; it turned out martial artists could truly be as formidable as seen in films, not merely fantasy or rumor!

"Hahaha, you son of a bitch, now that your backing is gone, what right do you have to show off? Get on your knees and beg for mercy!" Su Zixuan was so excited that he pointed at Ling Fan and shouted, unable to contain his emotions.

Su Ziming was also stunned out of his wits. He trained in martial arts himself, but compared to the two he had just witnessed, he was nothing!

"Hmph, your name is Ling Fan, right? Daring to come to the Su Family to steal a bride and to be an enemy of the Leng family, you’re totally ignorant of the heights of heaven and depths of earth. Do you think you can act recklessly with the Martial Association at your back?

There will always be a higher mountain; for the Leng family to destroy you is just a flick of a finger. Kneel down and admit your wrongs!" Su Ziyun, who had been dying for a chance to show off, finally opened his mouth. He had been nearly driven mad all this time.

"Sigh~"

Su Ruoxuan heaved a sigh, murmuring to herself, "It is a defeat after all. The Leng family is too strong. This is the strength that comes with foundation!"

Leng Yan pursed her lips. Amidst her feeling of loss, there was a faint hope that Ling Fan might turn the tables, but this hope seemed all too far-fetched, as nobody present believed Ling Fan could be more formidable than Wen Gao!

Su Wenchang and others shook their heads slightly, "This is reality. The foundation of the noble houses of the Imperial Capital is the most profound and unfathomable in all Huaxia. Although Ling Fan has lost today, he has also proven his strength!

If the Leng family were not from the Imperial Capital, then Ling Fan today would have shone brilliantly!"

Su Jingguo sighed internally, "Strength is the eternally invincible truth of this world, where the victor becomes king and the defeated an outlaw. Up next, the Leng family will certainly not let off this young man who has challenged their authority!"

Su Wenfu and his wife were left with their mouths dry and tongues parched, the scene today had completely stunned them, causing their minds to buzz incessantly.

"Defeated?" Su Wenfu didn’t actually wish for Ling Fan to fail.

"Ling Fan!" Su Qiong’s heart tightened, and her palms began to sweat.

The array of Martial Association members and heirs from various families that surrounded Ling Fan all changed their expressions, not expecting the opponent to be so strong, to the point where even Wen Gao, who had grasped the Sword Intent, was no match.

However, on the Zhongnan Star Plucking List, they did not remember such a person existing.

Even within the entire Zhongnan, someone of such caliber, even if disdaining the Star Plucking List, should be known to them, but they had neither seen nor heard of them before.

The support behind the Leng Family was one of the Five Peaks Noble Houses, only known to successive Family Heads, and Leng Junhao, who in his early years had even become a disciple of the hidden Beiyue Xiang Family among the Five Peaks, how could these Zhongnan Noble Houses be aware!

Wen Gao’s face turned pale, his confidence once again shaken. Recently making his debut, he had fought against Feng Liangbi, against Ling Fan, and now against Leng Junhao before him, three battles and three defeats!

Wen Gao suddenly realized that he, who always considered himself a proud son of heaven, seemed to have suddenly become useless.

The blow to his heart could only be understood by himself!

Leng Junhao calmly sheathed his sword, looking indifferently at Ling Fan, "You have challenged the dignity of my Leng Family, I grace you with an opportunity to repent. Commit suicide in repentance before me, or else, not a single person standing by your side will be spared!"

As soon as Leng Junhao’s words came out, the entire audience erupted, this person was truly domineering, intending to kill everyone present related to Ling Fan!

The Martial Association members standing by Ling Fan’s side turned ashen, and they prepared for the worst.

Just then, Ling Fan appeared indifferent to Leng Junhao’s threats and instead looked down at Wen Gao, speaking lightly: "Your Sword Intent lacks something, a single thought, without which a host of dragons cannot be headless!

Hence, your Sword Intent is soulless; that man is not much stronger than you, it’s just that his Sword Intent has a soul!"

Upon hearing this, Wen Gao’s eyes showed a pondering look as if he had come to understand something, yet also as if he didn’t quite grasp it!

Standing to the side, Leng Junhao’s eyebrows twitched, giving Ling Fan another look. He hadn’t expected this fellow to have quite some insight into Sword Intent.

"Not quite clear, is it? Let me demonstrate. Intent varies from person to person. Since everyone’s character is different, the thoughts reflected in their spiritual power are also different!

Since your Sword Intent takes the path of fierce might, when you strike with your sword, you must be prepared to lay down your life, only then can you be indestructible!" With that said, he reached out his hand, drawing Wen Gao’s fallen sword from the ground into his palm.

This act of telekinesis left the onlookers dumbstruck, because Ling Fan had cultivated Soul Power, making his spiritual power extremely strong, and coupled with his Grandmaster Realm Cultivation, he could thus attract objects through the air from a short distance as long as they weren’t too heavy!

Seeing this, Leng Junhao’s mind raced, unconsciously gripping his Soft Sword tighter, warning himself inwardly: "Could this young man be the hidden powerhouse?"

Ling Fan, holding the Three-foot Green Blade in his hand, said lightly: "Watch closely, I will only strike once, and how much you comprehend will depend on your own fortune!"

As soon as he spoke, he moved in an instant, his entire form turned into a shadow, and with one slash, a cold gleam tore through the air, a heaven-shaking momentum that would cut down gods and buddhas laid bare!

Leng Junhao was greatly startled and immediately merged with his sword, fiercely moving to engage Ling Fan!

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But in just an instant, Ling Fan had already crossed paths with Leng Junhao’s figure, and from beginning to end, Ling Fan never even glanced directly at his opponent.

Ling Fan turned around calmly, speaking lightly to Wen Gao: "Have you understood now?"

The onlookers were bewildered; was this guy really that arrogant?

Suddenly, they shifted their gaze towards Leng Junhao, only to see his figure frozen not far away, both hands holding the sword in a striking pose, eyes focused straight ahead as if pondering something!

But after a few breaths, a line of blood, like a crimson thread, began to spread from his brow; on closer inspection, it was a sword puncture through his forehead.

"Thump!"

Leng Junhao’s body fell to the ground, lifeless, and amidst the assembly, a deathly silence prevailed!