Super War God in the City
Chapter 735 - 735: One Should Take Responsibility For Their Own Actions!

Seeing Feng Xiaobai suddenly erupt again, the entire audience was startled once more.

"Damn it, is this kid so hot-tempered?" someone in the Martial Arts Arena said with a bit of a toothache.

"Not old in years, but not small in temper, I reckon by my calculations, this kid won't grow up!" another person next to him shook his head and sneered.

At these words, the surrounding people couldn't help but laugh.

With such a stinky temper, he's bound to meet disaster sooner or later!

Ling Fan stood with his hands behind his back, watching the scene impassively, quietly contemplating in his heart.

His own entry into the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains had the goal of subduing the various sects, but being alone and without support, it felt somewhat like a forced effort.

Facing the situation with the Witchcraft Sect now, it presented an opportunity. He needed to be flexible, taking advantage of the situation.

Lan Zihan saw Feng Xiaobai erupt again and couldn't help but have a headache, this little fellow was truly quick-tempered and easily irritable.

In fact, she herself was also very angry, but she could restrain and endure, unlike Feng Xiaobai. The idea of restraint and patience simply did not exist in his worldview.

If you throw a peach to me, I'll repay you with a plum. If you throw a punch at me, I'll punch you right back.

Therefore, in the simple eyes of Feng Xiaobai, matters of the world were either black or white.

If you're good to me, I'll be good to you. If you're not, I have no reason to show you courtesy. The principle is very simple, that's all there is to it.

"Xiaobai, show some mercy!" Lan Zihan couldn't help but take a deep breath and reminded him despite herself.

Teaching Chu Ling a lesson wasn't a problem, but killing him would be bad. After all, Chu Ling was a Witch General, neither more nor less.

Recently, the faction led by Zhu Rong Peak had been noticeably restless, becoming more and more frequent in challenging the main peak.

If Feng Xiaobai killed Chu Ling, it might inadvertently give these people an excuse to make trouble. Even if she intervened, it would be difficult to maintain the peace.

"Hmph!" Seeing Feng Xiaobai still fired up and charging over again, Chu Ling inwardly snorted.

"Lord Chu, put that kid in his place!" someone couldn't stand it any longer and said coldly.

"Although our Witchcraft Sect is not as glorious as in the former days, we're not something any Tom, Dick, or Harry can provoke easily!" Zhai Hu standing next to Chu Ling said sharply.

"Swoosh!"

Chu Ling flicked his wrist, the Tiger Fang Knife in hand, his eyes revealing an unmistakable icy fury.

Especially the Saintess's earlier words to Feng Xiaobai, "show some mercy," had completely enraged him.

He himself, a lofty Witch General, a Martial Saint in cultivation, needed this little brat to show him mercy?

Based on the observation of a Witch Disciple who had just carelessly fallen prey and been killed, this kid's strength was at best only on par with his. He wondered where the Saintess got her confidence from.

"Heh, boy, I want to see what you are made of!" Chu Ling shouted coldly.

Immediately, his figure flashed out, the war saber in his hand whistling through the air, slashing a startling Sword Qi, falling headlong towards Feng Xiaobai like it was splitting heaven and earth.

Feng Xiaobai's gaze was sharp, his face still showing traces of naivety, completely disregarding the opponent's attack as his little fists boomed towards the Tiger Fang Knife in Chu Ling's hand.

This scene left the surrounding crowd utterly dumbfounded.

"Fuck me, are my eyes deceiving me?" a Witch Disciple within the crowd exclaimed as they watched Feng Xiaobai fight Chu Ling bare-handed, their eyes nearly popping out.

"Holy shit, it's not your eyes. That boy has lost his mind. Does he think his body is a Spiritual Artifact?" someone next to him couldn't help but express their astonishment.

"This... is this some new way to seek death?" another person muttered in disbelief.

Standing to the side with his hand on his saber, Zhai Hu wore a puzzled expression, looking at this absurd scene, he found himself at a loss for words for a moment!

The might was like a rainbow, and Chu Ling, who was swinging his saber, was also feeling dizzy in his head. Since he started his career, he had crossed swords with countless opponents, but he had never encountered such a situation!

"Boy, since you're seeking death, I'll grant your wish!" A fierce light flashed in Chu Ling's eyes as he exerted more force in his hands, already envisioning Feng Xiaobai being dismembered in the next moment.

In an instant, as the Sword Qi approached, Feng Xiaobai met Chu Ling's Tiger Fang Knife with a punch.

"Bang!"

In the faces of the stunned crowd, they saw Feng Xiaobai's seemingly frail fist actually withstand Chu Ling's full-powered slash.

"Hiss~"

Seeing this, the onlookers couldn't help but draw a sharp intake of breath.

At that moment, Chu Ling, whose arm was numbed by the vibration of the Tiger Fang Knife, was completely dumbfounded, his eyes almost popping out.

"What... What's going on?" Zhai Hu swallowed hard, nearly biting off his tongue.

Feng Xiaobai's right hand was bracing against the opponent's War Saber. He had intended to punch this man to death, but just now, Sister Lan have spoken, and he felt it wouldn't be right to disregard her wishes.

At once, he showed some mercy with his left hand, pulling back a bit of force from his small fist before abruptly striking Chu Ling's Dantian.

Another 'thump' echoed as Chu Ling felt as if he was punched and sent flying through the air.

Chu Ling's eyes bulged out as he felt a thunderous explosion in his Dantian Qi Sea, like the opening of floodgates, with his True Essence Power rapidly draining away.

Struck by Feng Xiaobai's punch, Chu Ling's cultivation was completely shattered, and with a 'plop,' he flew several meters before crashing to the ground, his mind in turmoil and his eyes dull and lifeless.

In the entire arena, there was a dead silence so profound that one could hear a pin drop!

"Every man is responsible for his own actions. Those who have a problem with it can come find me, Feng Xiaobai. Don't bother Sister Lan, or else don't blame this young master for being merciless!" Feng Xiaobai swept his cold gaze over the crowd and dropped a harsh line.

Only then did the crowd begin to really take notice of the boy before them, who had seemed as harmless as a pet.

Lan Zihan let out a sigh of relief seeing that Feng Xiaobai had not dealt a lethal blow.

"Xiaobai, come here!" Lan Zihan hurriedly called out to Feng Xiaobai.

She was quite fond of Feng Xiaobai, mainly because this little fellow was inherently lovable. After being with him on the road, she had come to treat him like a younger brother of her own.

Feng Xiaobai seemed to have little resistance to a beautiful older sister; he did listen to what Lan Zihan said to some extent.

He promptly left behind the stunned disciples of the Witchcraft Sect and returned to the side of Ling Fan and Lan Zihan.

"The disrespect shown today has been slightly punished. If you are dissatisfied, feel free to seek justice at Wushen Peak. Let's go!" Lan Zihan coldly dropped these words and quickly led Ling Fan away, heading towards the main peak.

Lan Zihan truly feared what this little guy might do, as Ling Fan did nothing to restrain him. If they lingered any longer, there was no telling what trouble might ensue.

Shortly after the trio left, Yu Jing, the Messenger from Liangqiang Peak, arrived at the Martial Arts Arena.

This man had just returned from outside, as disciples of the Witchcraft Sect often went out in search of herbs and Gu Insects. As soon as he returned, he noticed some commotion at the arena from afar.

It seemed there was even the Saintess's silhouette, as if a fight had taken place, which instantly aroused his suspicion.

However, by the time he got close, the Saintess and the others had already walked away.

Upon reaching the Martial Arts Arena, Yu Jing immediately saw a Witchcraft Sect disciple's corpse on the ground, the skull and crossbones on their chest soaked in blood, and the stunned Chu Ling lying face down.

"Hmm? What exactly happened here?" Yu Jing furrowed his brows and asked in a deep voice.

When the crowd heard him speak, they snapped out of their shock and turned their heads to look at the newcomer.

As soon as Zhai Hu saw him, his spirit returned to him, and he shakily recounted, "Mess... Messenger, the Saintess brought someone back from outside, and as soon as they appeared, they showed us how formidable they are... "

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