Everyone's eyeballs nearly fell out. Had the world gone mad? Fan Zhan and two others were actually pledging loyalty to Ling Fan as their boss?
"Snap!"
Su Ziming couldn't withstand the shock and collapsed onto the ground.
Even Lei Ming staggered, almost unable to keep his balance, and the rest were no better off. Qi Xiumin's mouth hung open, unable to accept what she was seeing.
Su Qiong felt as if she was on a roller coaster, her emotions rising and falling. Covering her small mouth, her eyes filled with disbelief. Ling Fan had given her too many surprises today.
Zhou Siyu watched the three kneeling before Ling Fan, her heartbeat intensifying, her eyes brimming with unusual emotions.
The many boys below the stage were like waking from a dream, looking at the scene on the stage, their hearts yearning. Even the three top experts bowed before him, they felt that a man's life should be just like this!
He Jiayi's eyes bulged with excitent, wishing she could rush up and devour Ling Fan.
Xu Miaotong was also in a daze. Was this truly the Ling Fan she had always known?
Zi Qiong and several other girls were so excited they nearly cried, and the crowd below no longer jeered or shouted. Many girls had already begun to be overwheld by romantic feelings, for since ancient tis, heroes had passed the beauty's test, and likewise, beauties loved heroes.
Ling Fan was also surprised by their actions, shaking his head helplessly.
"You three are not yet qualified to be my underlings, but, you three are probably the ones with the best qualifications in this school. For now, I'll just make a note of you under my command!" Ling Fan spoke indifferently.
"What?" Fan Zhan and the other two felt bitter in their hearts, realizing they didn't even qualify to be Ling Fan's underlings.
The onlookers nearly fainted, exclaiming inwardly, were you trying to be so aweso? Those were the top three fighters of Binzhou University, usually revered by others, yet you're saying they don't even qualify to be your underlings?
The crowd beca unsettled, because they simply couldn't remain calm. How could one stay calm under such circumstances?
"This is genuine badassery! I thought he was just showing off before, but he really disdains to do so, how shaful for us!" soone sighed up to the sky.
"Don't say anymore, I want to find a block of tofu to smash my head against. He is a true Great God. We lowly ones aren't even worthy of being jealous!" another person declared shafully.
Recalling the previous jeering and their presumptuousness compared to Ling Fan's calm composure, they realized they weren't even on the sa level; they were more like a bunch of ignorant monkeys. Thinking of this, they all shafully lowered their heads.
"Xu Miaotong, go tell him that this old lady wants to be his girlfriend!" He Jiayi grabbed Xu Miaotong, staring intently at Ling Fan, her gaze almost devouring him.
"Ah!" Xu Miaotong exclaid.
"Stop it... he has a wife..."
Xu Miaotong muttered, conflicted. If it wasn't for the fact Ling Fan was married, she might have pursued him herself.
"So what if he has a wife? With a man as stunning as that, how could he possibly have just one woman? I'm not aiming to compete for the position of the mistress of the Eastern Palace, just being a favored concubine would be enough!" He Jiayi said shockingly.
Xu Miaotong, "...."
Yet He Jiayi's words stirred her own thoughts, and stealing glances towards Ling Fan on the stage, a blush rose on her face. Her personality was more introverted, nowhere as bold and forthright as He Jiayi.
"You can stand up now. From now on, if anyone dares to provoke Zi Qiong, handle it for !" Ling Fan instructed lightly.
The three exchanged glances, then nodded collectively, "Yes, boss. Rest assured, if anyone dares provoke her again, we'll make them leave Martial Arts Academy directly!"
The mbers of Lei Ming Martial Arts Pavilion felt a chill in their hearts, realizing they truly stood no chance this ti.
Other Martial Pavilions also turned their heads, witnessing Zi Qiong Martial Arts Pavilion's teoric rise, instantly going from the lowest to being the top pavilion of Martial Arts Academy.
A person from below hesitated montarily then stepped forward, respectfully saying, "I, from Dong Xuan Martial Hall, am willing to concede the top spot. Please allow Zi Qiong's people to move to the top floor of Number One Martial Tower!"
Number One Martial Arts Pavilion had the best conditions; at this mont, he did not dare to occupy this spot and imdiately volunteered to step forward.
Ling Fan glanced indifferently at the other party, "What's your na?"
"I am Fang Kun, president of the Dong Xuan Martial Hall!" Fang Kun respectfully replied.
Ling Fan nodded, "No need, it's just a place to stay. Let's use the spot Lei Ming vacated before!"
Ling Fan did not take the position of Dong Xuan, feeling it unnecessary. Although he was sotis overbearing, he was fair in his dealings with people and matters.
"Rest assured, Young Master Ling, we will definitely take care of it for you!" Fang Kun quickly nodded.
At the sa ti, he pointed at Lei Ming and his group and chastised, "I'm limiting you to move out today. If you don't have enough ti, we at Dong Xuan can help!"
President Lei Ming and Su Ziming almost spat out a mouthful of blood, truly, as the saying goes, 'out of sight, out of mind.' Now the entire Martial Arts Academy was leaning one-sidedly toward Ling Fan and Zi Qiong.
But they were powerless, blaming themselves for having offended Ling Fan. There are always greater powers; now it was too late for regrets.
Lei Ming and his group turned around indifferently and began to leave through the crowd.
"Is Ling Fan here?" Suddenly, a loud voice rang out from behind the crowd.
Just as Lei Ming and his group were about to leave, they were stunned and turned around to look.
The spectators around them were also baffled, wondering who was looking for Ling Fan, but the tone didn't seem very friendly!
Ling Fan also frowned and stood before the Fighting Stage, looking out at the crowd, only to see a middle-aged man approaching with a tiger's stride, his face bearing a faint scar.
Ling Fan was puzzled, as he did not know this person.
The newcor parted the crowd and shouted loudly, "Is Ling Fan here?"
Everyone was unsure what had happened and all turned to look toward Ling Fan on the stage.
Seeing no one responding, the man shifted his gaze to a young man on the stage, imdiately took out a photo, compared it, and then pointed at Ling Fan, "Are you Ling Fan?"
"You're looking for ?" Ling Fan's frown deepened, as if he'd thought of sothing.
The newcor nodded imdiately, "Good it's you!"
With that, his figure suddenly moved, as agile as a civet cat, leaping onto the Fighting Stage.
"Boy, soone has sent to take your life; hurry up and co here to die!' the man looked down at Ling Fan disdainfully from the stage.
Ling Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, "Are you sent by Long Tianjun?"
"Hehe, quite aware, I see. Since you know, there's no need for further words, just end your life as an apology," the man said indifferently.
The spectators looked at each other, realizing this person was here for revenge, and he seed to be soone of significant influence. It was surprising that Ling Fan had offended such a character.
The people from Lei Ming Martial Arts Pavilion all folded back, soone was troubling Ling Fan, and it was a mortal enemy. They wanted to see the outco.
"How dare you, this is Binzhou University, not a place for you to run wild, get lost at once!" Fan Zhan and two others shouted, standing in front of Ling Fan.
"Hmph, a few brats dare to block my business at Dragon Gate!" the man sneered.
"Dragon Gate?" Fan Zhan and the others exchanged looks.
"Listen clearly, I am a disciple of Dragon Gate, Xiong Tianlu. Wise up and step aside, today I'm only after him, it's none of the others' business!" Xiong Tianlu bellowed.
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