Super War God in the City-Chapter 435 The Ashamed Martial Artist

As Paul spoke, the faces of the onlooking crowd instantly filled with intense indignation, their gazes at Paul almost bursting into flames.

Wen Gao and others clenched their fists tightly; their teeth gritted so loudly it seemed they might shatter, the shameful title "Sick Man of East Asia" piercing through every nerve of the people present.

"Fucking hell..." Peng Ming, known for his explosive temper, couldn't hold back anymore. He raised his fist and rolled up his sleeves, ready to step forward.

By his side, He Feichen, quick as ever, grabbed Peng Ming fiercely and persuaded him with restrained anger, "Young Master Peng, don't be rash. This guy has been ruthless since entering Huaxia. Everyone who has faced him ended up either dead or injured. We are no match for him. Let's wait for the boss to come back!"

Wen Gao and the others also gradually calmed down, having clashed with this adversary many times before, they were well aware of his ruthlessness.

Peng Ming took a deep breath, never before had he felt so suffocated. He could only let out a cold snort in hatred, "Damn, that blond bastard, wait until Brother Fan comes back and see how you'll cry!"

Peng Ming's group managed to calm down, but the other onlookers, especially those who had come from far to watch the excitement, were not so easily pacified.

They were familiar with Paul's reputation by hearsay, many had never seen him fight. Their fear was minimal, overshadowed by their anger!

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"Damn it, this blonde asshole dares to insult us Huaxia as the 'Sick Man of East Asia', fuck, if I knew kung fu, I'd definitely go up and teach this foreign devil a lesson!" On a fishing boat, a spectator, filled with righteous indignation, couldn't help but curse loudly.

"Damn right, who says no? Does Huaxia not have a single strong expert? Don't those people from the Martial Arts World always act so high and mighty?

Now that we are being bullied right to our door, why are they suddenly so quiet, not daring to make a sound? It seems they only know how to throw their weight around among their own people, proud amongst themselves, huh!" The crowd's frustration had no outlet, until finally someone directed their ire towards the martial artists present.

The watching martial artists standing on the rugged rocks, hearing the discussions around them, couldn't help but feel ashamed, their faces burning hot.

Looking at Paul, they wished they could devour him alive.

Paul, observing the reaction of the crowd, smirked coldly with satisfaction. He had deliberately not demonstrated his voice loudly earlier, but had instead used his True Yuan to amplify his voice.

Thus, even though it was open and spacious here, his voice reached every person's ear.

"Heh, looking at you all, it seems like you're quite dissatisfied, I'll give you a chance to prove yourselves. If you're unhappy, step forward and challenge me!" Paul said, his provocation clear in his awkwardly pronounced Mandarin.

No sooner had he spoken than all the ordinary onlookers bit their lips in anger, their eager faces turning toward the scattered or grouped martial artists, hoping someone formidable would stand up and regain their lost pride.

The martial artists around him had grim faces, terrible to behold. Yet, after hesitating for a long time, no one dared to step forward lightly.

Among them even lurked several top Martial Saints of the Heavenly Vein, whose expressions were even uglier, but reason told them not to act impulsively. If it weren't for their concern for Yin Tianzu in the center of the lake, they would have come forward and slapped that idiot Paul to death.

"Heh, it seems none of you have the guts. Since you're all cowards, why bother putting on such a displeased face?" Paul scoffed and stepped onto a small boat, heading straight for Yin Tianzu at the center of the lake.

He left behind a crowd of onlookers with extremely displeased expressions, and the ashamed martial artists.

"This son of a bitch, he's pushing it too far!" The group of martial artists, watching Paul's retreating figure, cursed with red faces.

"Phew~ This is infuriating. In all of Huaxia, is there really not one martial artist who can teach this guy a lesson?" The chests of the onlooking crowd felt as if they were blocked by a massive stone, breathless.

"Brother Wu, how confident are you in Yin Tianzu!" In the corner of the crowd, a grey-bearded elder asked another white-bearded elder beside him.

"Old Duan, you also saw that last time Yin Tianzu fought Old Monster Wen. This guy didn't even play his trump cards and still seriously injured Old Ghost Wen. We've also sparred with them!

Although stronger than Old Ghost Wen by a notch, it's only slight. In a one-on-one fight, we probably couldn't match Yin Tianzu, unless the two of us join forces, then there might be hope!" The white-bearded elder, looking towards the figure in the center of the lake, said with a burning gaze.

"Hmm, I wonder who this Ling Fan, who offended him, is for him to have come such a long distance!" the gray-bearded elder said curiously.

"I've heard about him, a rising star. I heard that Qiao Yuchan's fiancé is him!" Old Man Wu with the white beard said with a faint smile.

"Oh, so that's it. I feel like I've heard of him too. Didn't expect it to be the same person. Hasn't this young man already married?" Old Duan said oddly.

"Hehe, you too were young once, don't you understand the timeless saying 'A young man who isn't frivolous is wasting his youth'!" Old Wu teased.

"Cough cough, I'm old now, alas, like the waves of the Yangtze River, forever pushing forward!" Old Duan said reflectively.

"However, although the lad has some skills, I'm afraid he's no match for Yin Tianzu. In my view, Yin Tianzu is likely using the pretext of avenging his disciple to try to lead Dragon Gate to take over Huaxia again!" Old Wu mused.

"Hmph, I felt something was off. Even if he came to avenge his disciple, it wouldn't amount to challenging the entire Huaxia Martial Cultivation World! It seems he has calculated everything!" Old Duan said sternly.

"Hmm, let's wait and see. In the end, it might just be you and me joining forces. It's a pity, if Old Ghost Xiang were here, our chances would be much greater!

But, even if we were defeated, there's no need to worry. Don't forget, we still have the Five Peaks. The true foundation of Huaxia is not something these people can tamper with at will!" Old Wu said lightly.

"Hmm, but I heard that the Xiang Family had an accident. Two young men from the Xiang Family seem to have had some mishap at Zhongnan, and Old Ghost Xiang must have gone to Zhongnan Academy, unable to get away for the moment. It truly is a troublesome autumn!" Old Duan said gloomily.

The two individuals hidden in the corner of the crowd were none other than the ancestors of the second and third families of Zhongnan Heavenly Vein, Old Man Wu of the Wu Family and Old Man Duan of the Duan Family!

By then, Paul had already brought his boat to his master Yin Tianzu's side at the center of the lake.

"Master, I've swept through all the Martial Arts Families in Jiangbei, these Huaxia Martial Artists are really nothing special!" Paul said respectfully, his eyes filled with expectation, hoping for a few words of praise from his master.

"Hmm, not bad. How is your cultivation and strength compared to before you came here?" Yin Tianzu asked indifferently.

"Master, it has greatly increased. This time, engaging with the Huaxia Martial Artists has led to many insights. After a period of seclusion, my cultivation and strength will increase even more. Thank you for your mentorship!" Paul sincerely replied.

"Hmm, the great gains you've made gladden my heart. Remember, there is always someone better, never let your guard down!

By the way, in your recent travels, have you heard any news of Ling Fan?" Yin Tianzu, sitting by the boat's gunwale and watching his fishing rod, asked softly.

"Master, it is said that just as we set foot in Huaxia, he had just gone to what's called Zhongnan Academy. You had inflicted Fire Poison on his woman, and by now someone should have gone to ask for help. I just don't know if he dares to come!" Paul said with a faint smile.

"Good to know. I hope he won't disappoint me. According to our intelligence, he should have the strength to exceed the Grandmaster Realm and engage in cross-level battles!" Yin Tianzu nodded.

"Master, I have a somewhat presumptuous request!" Paul hesitated before speaking.

"Speak!"

"If Ling Fan does come, may I have the chance to challenge him?" Paul asked tentatively.

"Hehe, I was thinking the same. Don't go anywhere these days. Focus on integrating all the insights you've gained along the way, and ask me anytime you don't understand!" laughed Yin Tianzu. He was very satisfied with this disciple and spared no effort in cultivating and guiding him.

"Thank you, Master!" Paul was overjoyed.

"I heard someone is challenging Ling Fan, is it you two?" Just then, a voice as pristine as music echoed over the empty lake surface!