Ling Fan sensed in his Divine Sense that the people had already taken their positions according to his instructions and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
At this ti, Tang Tiancheng and the majority of the bodyguards were focusing all their attention on Ling Fan. Among the people on stage, only Ling Fan held the highest status, and naturally, every move he made was scrutinized the most.
"Damn it, martial artists who have died at my hands are too many to count, I’ve never seen anyone as pretentious as you, taking out my n before the gunfire even begins. You’re really not afraid of the wind cutting your tongue."
Wang Shang, the leader of the bodyguards, barked with a sideways scowl.
"Holy shit, this bragging is unprecedented; does he an he can take down these hundreds of people in seconds?" Soone below imdiately scoffed.
Even bragging should be sowhat realistic, Ling Fan’s words made many people sneer internally.
"Hehe, can’t a man boast a bit before he dies? What if he scares a few to death? Wouldn’t that be a win!" soone at the side chuckled.
The crowd was abuzz with discussion, finding Ling Fan’s blatant overconfidence very displeasing.
"Everybody, don’t rush. What if he isn’t just bragging? Wouldn’t you be hitting your own face?" Another person said with a mocking tone.
"Hmph, if it’s a face smacking this ti, I’ll eat shit!" soone imdiately declared with fervent promise.
Li Shishi was dumbfounded, "Has this kid gone crazy, thinking he’s Iron Man or Superman? What’s the use of bragging at a ti like this? The mont they pull the trigger, he’ll be off to see King Yan!"
"Perhaps he’s not just bragging!" Shangguan Yue weakly interjected.
Li Shishi covered her forehead and looked at Shangguan Yue, her face full of speechlessness. Had trust beco so blind?
Tang Tiancheng gestured to Wang Shang, his eyes cold as he looked at Ling Fan with disdain. "Hehe, Young Master Tang would really like to witness how you’re going to take down my n before they start firing, with your mouth, perhaps? Looking forward to your performance!"
"Hahaha....." Wang Shang let out a roaring laughter alongside.
Wang Anxiang took the opportunity to act at the sa mont Ling Fan and the others moved. He carefully retreated from the stage alone, and Ling Fan did not pay him any mind; this guy was a dead man sooner or later, and he couldn’t escape.
Wang Shang abruptly curtailed his laughter, about to yell ’Fire!’.
Just then, Ling Fan suddenly sprang into action on stage, and a faint voice rose, "I’ll show you right now!"
"Open fire!" Wang Shang violently shouted.
As Wang Shang’s yelling erupted, the bodyguards, ready at a mont’s notice, did not hesitate to pull their triggers, showering the stage with countless Godslaying Bullets towards that figure – ’tat tat tat’.
One could only see hundreds and thousands of bullets piercing through Ling Fan’s body in an instant.
"Hahaha, he’s dead, finally dead!" A wild, triumphant laugh suddenly broke out in the tense and silent venue below—it was none other than Leng Chuan.
He was incredibly exhilarated at this mont, from the initial hatred for Ling Fan, seeking revenge to assuage that resentnt, to the later shock, despair, and fear!
Now, seeing the figure he despised et his ultimate demise on stage, he could no longer suppress the emotions within him and released them completely.
"Ling Fan!" Shangguan Yue went pale, her heart trembled, and she tremulously called out his na.
Li Shishi closed her eyes; the guy had overinflated his ego, only to et his end just the sa.
Yun Fei and Li ngying’s hearts tightened, their eyes instantly reddened. Ling Fan had just reassured them that everything was going to be okay—was it all a lie?
"Fuck, so it was just a dying man’s boast after all, martial artists are nothing more than this!" The crowd below all shared a knowing smile.
"That guy didn’t stand a chance of surviving; everyone saw with their own eyes the bullet tear through his body."
"Damn it, so fragile. Had I known, I wouldn’t have bothered with those Martial Association trash. It’s like they’re living in ancient tis, so freaking stupid, still fighting with fists and feet in this day and age. A bunch of idiots, a few dozen firearms could easily finish off these fools!" Wang Anxiang cursed bitterly, supporting his broken arm.
"Heh, aside from those above the Grandmaster Realm, martial artists are nothing but cannon fodder in front of our firearms.
My Tang Family’s power has even claid the lives of Grandmaster Realm experts, and I’ve lost count of how many weaklings below Fourth Grade we’ve killed!" Wang Shang said with a smiling face, taking the scene before him for granted.
"Hahaha, I freaking love your demonstration, exceptionally excellent!" Tang Tiancheng laughed heartily, incredibly pleased.
"This dumbass reminds of a joke!" Tang Tiancheng laughed out loud again.
"Young Master Tang, may I ask what joke?" Wang Shang asked curiously.
"Break a rock with your chest, a performance you can only do once in your lifeti!" Tang Tiancheng let out another hearty laugh.
"Hahaha....." This ti, many people around couldn’t help but erupt into laughter.
"Kid, rest assured and go reincarnate, I’ll take good care of your won for you, haha!" Tang Tiancheng looked at Yun Fei on the stage, his eyes burning with desire.
The entire reaction of the crowd, although lengthy in description, happened in just a blink of an eye.
The bodyguards surrounding the stage stopped firing after a few monts, and simultaneously, a voice that everyone was all too familiar with sounded lightly.
"My demonstration has ended, I’m glad you liked it!"
As this voice sounded, there was deathly silence all around, with everyone looking astonished at the figure standing motionless on the stage.
Under the shocked gaze of the crowd, they saw that the figure, which had been pierced by countless bullets, was gradually becoming epheral and blurred until it faded away.
’Hiss~’
Witnessing this eerie scene, everyone was dumbfounded, incredulous, not understanding what had just happened.
However, what ca next made everyone’s scalp tingle even more.
They saw that the right hands of the nearly hundred ard bodyguards surrounding the stage - the ones that had pulled the triggers - dropped off. The cut surfaces were smooth and even, mysteriously without a single drop of blood.
Ling Fan was stance below the stage, and he casually sheathed Duan Yuan. Due to the effect of the Spiritual Energy on it, he temporarily suppressed the blood pressure in the severed arms, which was why there was no imdiate bleeding.
What had remained on the stage just now was only an afterimage left behind by using the breath of his soul in conjunction with extre speed. While it could only last for a few monts, it was already enough for him.
The illusion had bought him enough ti, drawing all of the enemy’s attention to it.
Turning his head towards Yun Fei and the others on the stage, he silently breathed a sigh of relief; only a few stray bullets had swept towards them, but they had been successfully blocked by the Protective Gang Qi of the three Grandmaster Realm experts.
In front of the stage, a group of bodyguards clutched their severed arms, their faces pale, while Wang Anxiang stood frozen in place, his body cold as ice.
Wang Shang’s mouth hung open, unable to breathe. He was not new to crossing hands with martial artists, even those of the Grandmaster Realm, but Ling Fan was the first one he’d encountered who was so bizarre!
"If I see anyone make a move, I guarantee your heads will roll in the next second!" Ling Fan said indifferently, looking at Tang Tiancheng whose face had turned ashen.
PS: Dear friends, I’ve finally caught up with the updates owed until today. If nothing unexpected happens, I’ll continue to maintain four posts per day. If I encounter writer’s block or sothing like that, there might only be three posts. In case of special circumstances, I’ll inform you all if there are only two posts. Thanks for accompanying on this journey, with perseverance I forge ahead!
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