Super War God in the City

"You impudent girl, don't try to fool me, perform it once more for me to see!" Lei Yao steadied her fluctuating emotions, unwilling to believe.

Bei Rushuang said no more and immediately started to perform the swordsmanship from the beginning. It flowed like drifting clouds and flowing water, rendering Lei Yao speechless.

Especially the Seventh Style, which felt even more flawless than when she performed it herself.

"This... was this instructed by that lad?" Lei Yao's beautiful eyes widened in astonishment.

Bei Rushuang nodded, saw the shock on her master's face, and felt a surge of pride in her heart. Being misunderstood by others was one thing, but just now she had been terribly misunderstood by her master, which had left her feeling suffocated and uncomfortable.

She immediately relayed the incantations of the Seventh Style that Ling Fan had pointed out to Lei Yao, who, upon hearing them, drew her sword and began to practice them.

This practice was not alarming at first, but the terror that rose from within her was indescribable.

"What else did he say?" Lei Yao had completely lost her composure and pressed Bei Rushuang for answers.
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"He also said that there are problems with the last three styles, and he mentioned that you, master, have been stuck on the Eleventh Form, saying that you could practice it for a lifetime and still not succeed!

Moreover, he gave me new incantations for the later moves, but before he could point out the essentials of the sword movements, that Cao Teng rashly barged in and interrupted us—it's infuriating!

Also, I noticed that the Guest Official Protector didn't seem too pleased with me just now; he seemed quite disappointed. I don't know if he will continue to mentor my swordsmanship in the future!" Bei Rushuang expressed her dejection and discouragement.

"Oh, master, let me share the cultivation method he passed on to me with you!"

"Hold on!" Lei Yao interrupted.

She looked at the confused Bei Rushuang and explained, "Techniques should not be transmitted lightly, even I, as your master, must not, unless I have his permission. Do you understand?"

"Sure!" Bei Rushuang nodded.

Yet, despite what Lei Yao said, she felt as if there were a cat scratching at her heart, unbearably curious.

"No, I must find an opportunity to pay this fellow a visit!" Lei Yao thought to herself.

At that moment, Ling Fan had already left the Protector's side hall and was about to reach the main hall's sleeping chambers when Kang Zuo suddenly appeared.

Kang Zuo's eyes flashed briefly before he coldly ordered, "Stop right there!"

"Hmm? Manager Kang, may I know what you want with me?" Ling Fan asked indifferently.

Kang Zuo had stepped out intending to convey the Family Head's decision to appoint Ling Fan as the Guest Official Protector from the day before when he saw the injured Cao Teng returning to the Elders' Chamber with a dark expression.

He immediately stopped Cao Teng to inquire about what had happened and couldn't help but smile inwardly upon learning the details. He had been fretting about not having a reason to trouble this fellow, but it seemed someone had brought him a pillow as he dozed off.

After letting Cao Teng go, he stood in the path leading to the side hall, and sure enough, he caught him red-handed.

"I heard you injured Cao Teng?" Kang Zuo said coldly.

Seeing this, Ling Fan sneered inwardly, realizing that trouble had come knocking.

He simply responded, "Yes, what about it?"

"The Qiao Family has rules, forbidding private fights among its members. Violators face family discipline, regardless of status. However, considering that you were appointed by the Family Head as the Guest Official Protector, we will waive the family discipline, but you will be confined for a few days!" Kang Zuo declared sternly.

This confinement was in a special dungeon, dark and devoid of daylight, where spiritual energy was cut off, making it impossible to cultivate. It was also equipped with an Illusion Array, which would trap the confined in various terrifying illusionary realms, akin to living in hell itself.

"This rule was set by the Family Head. Since you are the Guest Official Protector appointed by the Family Head, you wouldn't want to put the Family Head in a difficult position, right? I won't confine you for long, just three days as a formality!" Kang Zuo said, persuading him.

According to the rules, even if Ling Fan was in the wrong, without Qiao Yuchan's word, he had no right to punish him; right now, he was just bluffing him.

Ling Fan's eyes flicked to Kang Zuo and he sneered coldly, "Heh, lock up? Lock up my ass, if there's nothing wrong, fuck off and stop bothering me!"

It was one thing not to speak up in front of Qiao Yuchan yesterday.

But today, this guy joined forces with Cao Teng to cause him trouble, why should he indulge his bad habits any longer?

"Look, isn't that Manager Kang?" Suddenly, some passing family disciples stopped to watch.

"Indeed it's Manager Kang, did you guys hear? Just now, Elder Yu's disciple Cao Teng seemed to have been beaten by this guy. I reckon Manager Kang is here to seek justice, after all, private fights are not allowed in the Qiao Family!" another person spoke up.

"Manager Kang manages all kinds of family affairs, large and small; it's no surprise he came for him. I heard he lost face in front of the Family Head yesterday because of this kid. Now, with this power falling into Manager Kang's hands, it's unlikely he'll walk away comfortably!" another person said gleefully.

Kang Zuo, his face red with anger at Ling Fan's rebuke, was glad that nobody was around him earlier or where would he even put his face after this?

"Kid, don't think the Family Head's backing allows you to be lawless. If you break the Qiao Family's rules, not even the Family Head can protect you. Do you take the Management Hall for a mere decoration?" Kang Zuo said harshly, his face ashen.

"Look, Manager Kang seems to be getting angry. Fuck, finally someone's gonna deal with this punk!" the onlooking disciples exclaimed, invigorated.

Yet, before the excitement on this guy's face faded, it was replaced with shock.

"Fucking crazy, blabbering nonsense, for the last fucking time, roll the hell away from me or I'll break your damn dog legs!" Ling Fan was instantly enraged, clearly impatient.

The family disciples watching the spectacle were dumbfounded, "What did he just say? Did he just insult Manager Kang?"

Even the onlookers were taken aback, but Kang Zuo's face turned the color of liver.

"You... you have the guts to say that again..." Kang Zuo ground out the words through clenched teeth.

Ling Fan snorted coldly, "Idiotic thing, I told you to roll away like a dog. Was that clear enough?"

"Motherfucker, go to hell!" Even with the best of tempers, Kang Zuo couldn't hold back and lashed out with his fist toward Ling Fan.

Being just below one person and above ten thousand in the Qiao Family, when had he ever been subjected to such treatment? Especially since he couldn't stand Ling Fan from the start.

Now, he was in a rage of embarrassment and had completely forgotten the words advised by the Family Head. All he could think about was making Ling Fan pay with his life!

Ling Fan's gaze, too, turned icy. Observing this guy's superficial relationship with Qiao Yuchan, he, as a man, could certainly see the unusual interest Kang Zuo held toward Qiao Yuchan.

He immediately threw a punch in response!

"Bang!"

"Crack!"

Before the onlookers could understand what had happened, they heard the sudden sound of bones breaking.

Then they saw Kang Zuo fly backward with a pale face, his arm bent at an odd angle, clearly broken.

The surrounding disciples were dumbstruck; they had thought Ling Fan would be the unlucky one, never dreaming it would be Manager Kang instead.

They now looked at Ling Fan with true reverence; damn, this guy was a scourge, completely unhesitant to act, and as far as they could tell, no one was his match right now!

Kang Zuo's body crashed into and broke a tree trunk as thick as a bowl before coming to a stop, looking at Ling Fan with a heart full of shock and his face drained of color.

"Kang, I'm warning you for the last time today, out of respect for Qiao Yuchan, this is just a lesson. Another time, and I'll fucking send you directly to report to King Yan," Ling Fan said with a chilling gaze and a cold shout!