Super War God in the City-Chapter 434 Sick Man of East Asia

Jiangbei, Binzhou.

Above the hundred-mile Binhai, a lonely figure was rowing a boat on the Binhai Imperial Lake, surrounded by undulating mountains. Though the mountains were not high, they stretched unendingly.

The figure on the solitary boat held a fishing rod, hanging motionless, almost poetic, as if the boat had crossed countless mountains amidst the ceaseless cries of the monkeys on both banks—if only the boat were not motionless.

At the moment, on the shores around the Imperial Lake and other rugged areas, the figures of people had filled the space. Even many fishing boats had been hired, carrying people and anchoring in the shallow bays. Looking as far as one could see, there were sparsely a thousand people, and the number was still increasing.

On the fishing boats by the shore, people occasionally used binoculars to observe the figure on the solitary boat in the center of the lake.

"It's been several days, and there's still no sign of that Ling Fan. Could it be that he was scared off a long time ago!" a man couldn't help but mutter.

"Not sure, this guy is said to be a master of the Dragon Gate, and he came here to seek revenge against Ling Fan, who had killed several of his disciples!" another person remarked with a click of the tongue.

Indeed, that figure rowing in the center of the lake was the Dragon Gate Grandmaster, Yin Tianzu, who should now be called Martial Saint Yin Tianzu!

When Ling Fan had just left the academy to head to Zhongnan, Yin Tianzu brought his favored disciple Paul to Huaxia, partly to avenge the disciples killed by Ling Fan, and partly to reclaim his lost honor in Huaxia!

His master had been expelled from Huaxia years ago, unable to establish authority in the Central Plains and had died in depression, which had always been a regret in his heart!

Now that he had broken through to the Martial Saint Realm, he had absolute confidence and was determined to re-establish dominance over this forbidden Eastern land, fulfilling his master's last wish.

The two men who had been whispering were from another province and did not know Ling Fan. Like them, many here didn't know Ling Fan and had come from far away because of Yin Tianzu!

In less than ten days since Yin Tianzu entered Huaxia, he had traveled from south to north, challenging major noble houses of the Huaxia Martial Cultivation World, especially those Martial Associations established by the Zhongnan Clan in the Secular World, all of which he had decisively defeated.

However, the Martial Association lacked strong masters, so later he simply allowed his disciple Paul to challenge each one. If Paul encountered a Zhongnan master he couldn't handle, Yin himself would take action, sweeping through all resistance, causing a huge uproar.

Several Zhongnan masters emerged during this period, but none were a match for Yin Tianzu, who had entered the Martial Saint Realm. Not to say those Earth Vein families were out of their depth, even the Heavenly Vein Families were inadequate by comparison.

The only ones who hadn't taken action yet were a few of the top six families of the Heavenly Vein. As for Wen Gao, who was like a younger brother to Ling Fan, he naturally spared no effort. The Wen Family thought their Martial Saint elder had already fought but had been defeated.

The Wen Family's defeat immediately silenced the other leading families. Martial Saints wouldn't easily fight because a loss could affect not just the family's reputation and standing, but any mishap could greatly harm the family, potentially shaking its foundation.

Beside others, the Wen Family was an example. Their elder fought Yin Tianzu and not only lost but was injured. After this event, their family's status could have fallen from its previous position.

Therefore, the last few families all held their forces and would not easily take action until the very end.

All friends and relatives connected to Ling Fan in Binzhou gathered together, forming a circle on a spacious area on the shore.

"Brother Feichen, Yun Fei's condition is very bad. Who knows if Young Master Ling can make it back in time!" Zhou Tianlu said to He Feichen with great concern.

"Don't worry, someone has already been sent to Zhongnan Academy. Hopefully, the boss is there!" He Feichen reassured him, feeling anxious himself.

"Damn it, these arrogant fools from Dragon Gate have the audacity to stir up trouble right under our noses. Once Brother Fan comes back, I guarantee these bastards won't know what hit them, and it'll be Dragon Gate's turn to regret!" Peng Ming said angrily.

This guy had also rushed over from the Central Sea. Originally, there was no Martial Association in the Central Sea, and Yin Tianzu and his disciple hadn't passed through Central Sea, but Xiao Chubing had previously arranged some business matters with Peng Ming in the Central Sea.

However, Peng Ming had not seen anyone at all, and he couldn't get in touch by phone either. Feeling that something was amiss, he went to Binzhou, only to discover upon arrival that Yin Tianzu had actually ventured into Huaxia to cause trouble, specifically targeting Ling Fan.

What was even more infuriating was that this bastard, failing to find Ling Fan, had cruelly poisoned Yun Fei by planting Fire Poison in her body that would burn her from the inside if not cured in half a month, using this to force Ling Fan to show himself!

Zhou Tianlu, He Feichen, and others, upon realizing it was Peng Ming speaking, all had a solemn expression, feeling as if they had found somewhat of a backbone.

No one dared to underestimate this guy, hearing he was Young Master Ling's good brother and had mixed outside the country with Ling Fan before. Curious about Ling Fan's past incidents, they couldn't help but probe a few questions.

And Peng Ming was naturally amiable and approachable without putting on airs, quickly getting along well with these people, who also got a very good impression of him.

"Cough cough, Young Master Peng, when the boss comes back, you'll have to put in some good words, it's not that we didn't protect well, it's just that this son-of-a-turtle is too powerful!" Wen Gao, among others like Yuan Shang, couldn't help expressing their anxiety.

"Don't worry, Brother Fan is not so unkind!" Peng Ming reassured.

However, when he said this, he was obviously a bit lacking in confidence because of Xiao Chubing's disappearance, for which he also bore an undeniable responsibility. By then, he didn't even know how to explain it to Ling Fan.

"Damn it, as I see it, the disappearance of our sister-in-law is most likely the doing of this son-of-a-turtle. I hope nothing happens to her, otherwise, at Brother Fan's command, the Hell Idlers will emerge, and I swear this Dragon Gate won't be able to handle it, damn!" Peng Ming cursed under his breath.

Wen Gao and others had heard Peng Ming mention the Hell Idlers not just once, and they had also heard a lot about the Hell Idlers from him, growing to admire them.

"Xiao Fei, you definitely have to bring us to join the Hell Idlers sometime, man! We've never even been abroad!" Yuan Shang chuckled and spoke.

"Hehe, definitely, definitely, I guarantee it'll be thrilling and unforgettable!" Speaking of Hell Idlers, Peng Ming immediately puffed up his chest and raised his head, that past glorious time was something he'd never forget for the rest of his life.

Yet, he felt slightly disheartened because the Hell Idlers had already disbanded. However, thinking there could be a day of reunion as long as Ling Fan was around made the Elder Leisure People always possible to gather!

"Ah, I really look forward to fighting alongside those old friends once again!" Peng Ming secretly sighed in his heart.

Just then, a white man in a clean white suit with a hawkish nose appeared in everyone's sight.

"Damn it, this damn blondie is here again!" Feng Qiang couldn't help but curse aloud.

This white man was none other than Paul, who had recently followed his master Yin Tianzu into Huaxia, challenging many martial arts experts, and had almost won a hundred out of a hundred fights, becoming famous in a short time.

Paul came to the shore, disdainfully sweeping his gaze over the onlookers, who included ordinary wealthy elites, Ling Fan's juniors and relatives, and many martial arts experts from Zhongnan, among others.

Paul finally set his eyes on those people standing or sitting on the precarious rocks because these people were different from the regular folks; they were from the Martial Cultivation World.

And among these people, not one was his match; even some Martial Saint Realm experts out of fear of his master Yin Tianzu, were just standing by and watching, not daring to take action.

"Hmph, losers, the Huaxia Cultivating Martial World is nothing but a bunch of Sick Men of East Asia!" Paul snorted through his nose, his face full of disdainful ridicule.

PS: For the next few days, I'll be transitioning to three updates per day to find the right feel. Writing really can't be delayed, that's what I fear the most.

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Once it's delayed, the flow feels disconnected, thoughts scatter, especially since the Zhongnan plot has ended, and I need to design a new plot. Resulting in only writing three chapters today, cough cough~~~