Super War God in the City-Chapter 525: Stubborn Head!

Ling Fan stood in front of the Nine Dragons Palace, calm and composed, as long as these people dared to strike first, he assured there would be rivers of blood flowing down Nine Dragons Mountain!

"What do you guys think, how will this guy act, does he really dare to confront these people head-on?" as the crowd kept pushing up the steps, someone couldn't help but speak out.

"Hard to say, normally he might run away, unless he doesn't want to live!" another person shook his head.

"Not necessarily, look up there, he doesn't seem to be panicking at all, he might have something to rely on, maybe he really dares to resist!" another speculated thoughtfully.

The onlookers whispered among themselves, discussing animatedly, everyone with their own opinion, viewpoints varied!

"What's the situation up there!" a middle-aged man, exceptionally well-protected, asked in a deep voice.

A subordinate replied hastily, "He's up there, no movement yet, we are trying to persuade him to surrender. If there's no response, we are ready to take further actions, may I know your thoughts?"

The middle-aged man pondered for a moment, "Disperse those onlookers immediately to avoid innocent injuries!"

The subordinate took a deep breath, "I'll disperse them right away, but, this martial artist is said to be very powerful, I fear that our actions might not yield the ideal results.

If he decides to run, we might be powerless!"

The middle-aged man was silent, "Do your best, we'll deal with it if he escapes!"

The subordinate immediately obeyed, quickly going down to direct the crowd dispersal and make the necessary arrangements.

"Those below, listen, you are surrounded, surrender promptly, or we will take further action..." the helicopter continued to broadcast the call for surrender.

"All units, all units, evacuate in order, retreat down the mountain immediately..." In the midst of the public's growing resentment, someone with a megaphone came over and ordered all the onlookers.

At the summit of Nine Dragons Mountain, Ling Fan turned to Yong Xinghua and said, "That Beam Technique you used earlier was powerful, can you shoot down those annoying things in the sky for me?"

"Ah..." Yong Xinghua was immediately stunned, his heart trembled, nearly dropping to his knees.

"Master... my Formation has been broken by you, I can't repair it in a short time, I can't use that Technique anymore!" Yong Xinghua touched his forehead, sweating, and said awkwardly.

Ling Fan's gaze turned cold, lightly sweeping over the figures at the foot of the mountain, "Since ancient times, the art of war has decreed, capture the king first!"

"Ah..." Yong Xinghua was stunned again.

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Before he could even speak, he saw Ling Fan's figure flash and 'whoosh', vanish before his eyes.

Looking up again, Ling Fan's figure turned into streaks of afterimages, heading straight down the mountain!

The person calling from the helicopter was utterly confused and by the time they reacted, Ling Fan was already charging toward the mid-mountain.

"Quick, quick, careful, careful, the target is rushing down the mountain, rushing down the mountain..." the commanding officer in the helicopter frantically barked into the radio.

"Damn it, stop him, fire, fire..." the leader in charge of directing shouted urgently into the radio.

"Tatatata..." the helicopter, already primed for action, swept a rain of bullets toward Ling Fan's figure at the command.

The surrounding crowd, too, snapped to their senses, no time to curse, they hurriedly crouched, ducked, afraid to be inadvertently hit, risking their lives for nothing!

Ling Fan, zigzagging down the path, released his Gang Qi, his Protective Gang Qi could withstand ordinary firearms, but the helicopter's Armor-Piercing Bullets above were troublesome, he couldn't let them hit him.

"Damn it, all of you just wait!" Ling Fan internally cursed fiercely, his figure transforming into an afterimage and rapidly soaring down.

"Hm? What's happening up on the mountain? Have they engaged?" the middle-aged man looked up towards the mountaintop, repeatedly inquiring.

At that moment, a subordinate, sweating profusely, ran over, "That guy is already charging down the mountain, unstoppable!"

"What? So many people can't stop one man? What the hell is going on?" the middle-aged man looked towards the chaotic scene atop the mountain.

"Better avoid, it seems we miscalculated, his Combat Power has exceeded our capabilities!" his subordinate said, sweating profusely, encountering such a situation for the first time.

"Damn it, let's go!" unable to hold back, the middle-aged man cursed aloud.

Never expected a scenario where so much noise was made with little effect, gathering a force only to return in defeat!

"Did I say you could leave? Dare to fire at me, do you think your head is made of iron?"

Just as the middle-aged man was about to get into his vehicle, Ling Fan's figure was already hurtling down from the mountain, his voice growing louder as it neared the ears of those present.

On hearing this, the middle-aged man became shocked, chilled to his spine, his subordinates terrified out of their wits, never expecting the enemy to arrive so swiftly, almost in the blink of an eye.

"Stop him, stop him, protect the lord!" his subordinates shouted urgently, meanwhile drawing their personal weapons to shield the forefront.