Starting as a War God: Global Goddesses Blocking my Door

"Wow, did Brother Hong's strike really get blocked?"

A group of gangsters stood with dull eyes, hardly believing what they were seeing.

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Brother Da Fei thought he was dreaming and pinched himself. The clear pain in his arm confirmed that everything in front of him was real.

In disbelief, he said, "Impossible! How can this kid block Brother Hong's killer move?"

After following Lei Hong for eight years and having encountered countless Martial Arts Masters during that time, he had never seen anyone withstand a blow from Lei Hong. Now, seeing Ye Fan effortlessly block Lei Hong's decisive strike completely overturned Brother Da Fei's understanding of the world.

"My God!" Tang Shishi gasped in amazement.

Just a moment ago, she thought Ye Fan was in danger, but he easily neutralized the crisis.

"You actually blocked my strike?"

The Dragon Head Cleaver caught between Ye Fan's fingers, Lei Hong felt waves of shock and disbelief inside. Clearly, Ye Fan's martial skills far exceeded his expectations.

Ye Fan said with amusement, "Didn't I tell you already? You're a bit stronger than I expected, but only a bit!"

"Bastard!" Feeling underestimated by Ye Fan, Lei Hong flew into a rage instantly.

The next moment, Lei Hong's eyes turned fierce, "I only used a fraction of my strength for that cut. Now, I'm going all out; let's see you fend it off!"

As these words fell, a violent aura burst forth from Lei Hong, a stark contrast from before.

This time, Lei Hong held nothing back, pouring all his rampant strength into the Dragon Head Cleaver, attempting to forcibly break through and stab Ye Fan in the throat.

But the next second, Lei Hong was shocked to find that despite exerting all his power, the Dragon Head Cleaver didn't advance an inch further.

"Did you forget to eat dinner before coming here?" Ye Fan mockingly stared at Lei Hong.

Upon hearing this, Lei Hong became incensed: "Blond whelp, how dare you! Die!"

Roaring, Lei Hong once again poured all his strength into the Dragon Head Cleaver, but soon found himself in shock again, as Ye Fan still held the blade firmly in place, his two fingers gripping it like a vise, utterly restraining it.

"Is this all you've got, making noise in front of me?"

With a cold laugh, Ye Fan suddenly exerted force, and with a 'bang', the Dragon Head Cleaver snapped in two under everyone's gaze.

"What?" Lei Hong's face changed drastically.

This Dragon Head Cleaver was a family heirloom passed down from his ancestors. According to family records, one of the Lei Family ancestors was an invincible Great General, and the emperor had personally commissioned this cleaver to reward him.

Its sharpness was unparalleled, capable of cutting through iron like mud—a divine weapon indeed. It was precisely because of the formidable power of this Dragon Head Cleaver that Lei Hong had a place in the vast Central Plains.

What Lei Hong never expected was that this staunch Dragon Head Cleaver would be so easily broken by Ye Fan.

Under the cover of night, Ye Fan's lips curled up slightly as he spoke with a devilish charm, "Surprised? Your Combat Power is quite impressive, but this is as far as it goes!"

Having said that, Ye Fan's leg shot out like a specter. Lei Hong's face turned ashen, realizing he was in trouble, but Ye Fan's movements were too swift for him to dodge in time.

Bang!!!

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Lei Hong's muscular body slammed into a stone pier like a cannonball. Before he could recover, the segment of the Dragon Head Cleaver that Ye Fan had snapped off shot out like an arrow, piercing deeply into Lei Hong's right arm.

"Ow!" The pain in his right arm made Lei Hong let out a miserable scream. His face no longer bore any trace of arrogance, only deep fear.

"Brother Hong!"

Seeing Lei Hong's miserable state, Brother Da Fei and his people were absolutely stunned. They never imagined that even Lei Hong, the Number One God of Killing of the Western Suburb, was no match for Ye Fan.

"Is that it? I haven't even made a real effort yet, and you're already down!" Ye Fan sneered.

I haven't even made a real effort yet, and you're already down?

Hearing this, a deep sense of humiliation rose on Lei Hong's face. As the Number One God of Killing of the Western Suburb, when had he ever been in such a sorry state since his debut?n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Although he desperately wanted to stand up and finish off Ye Fan, it was futile because he was no match for Ye Fan.

Ye Fan continued to mock, "Weren't you going to chop me up and feed me to the dogs? Why aren't you continuing your attack?"

As he spoke, Ye Fan walked toward Lei Hong's position.

"Protect Brother Hong!" Brother Da Fei urgently shouted.

"Attack!"

A trusted follower beside Lei Hong shouted, wanting to lead the others to attack Ye Fan.

"Stop!"

Seeing a group of people about to launch an attack on Ye Fan, Lei Hong, enduring the severe pain in his right arm, urgently yelled out.

Then, with a pale face, Lei Hong said, "If I'm not mistaken, he is a Martial Arts Grandmaster. You are far from being his match, going up there would only mean death."

"What? This kid is a Martial Arts Grandmaster?" Hearing this, all of Lei Hong's subordinates stopped in their tracks.

Lei Hong nodded solemnly, "I know my own combat power. Ordinary Half-step Martial Arts Grandmasters couldn't possibly subdue me, yet this kid crushed me with ease. He must be at least a Martial Arts Grandmaster!"

What! At least a Martial Arts Grandmaster?

Hiss!

In an instant, all of Lei Hong's followers couldn't help but draw a sharp breath.

They clearly understood what the four words "Martial Arts Grandmaster" meant. Rumor has it that once one enters the rank of Martial Arts Grandmaster, one would possess the power to stand alone against thousands, with ordinary bullets and artillery hardly able to harm them.

Rumors surfaced that half a month ago overseas, a battle erupted where a nation deployed a Martial Arts Grandmaster. Braving a barrage of bullets, this Grandmaster killed over a thousand special forces soldiers and in front of countless enemy troops, beheaded the opposing commander, sending shockwaves across the international stage.

Knowing now that Ye Fan was at least a Martial Arts Grandmaster, all of Lei Hong's followers felt a chill throughout their bodies, even losing the courage to confront Ye Fan.

"Sharp eyesight!" Ye Fan nodded.

Realizing he had kicked an iron plate, Lei Hong looked at Ye Fan with difficulty and said, "I unintentionally offended you earlier, not knowing that your excellency is a Martial Arts Grandmaster. The Wan Hong Commerce Association is willing to offer compensation to make amends; we sincerely ask you to spare us!"

"You say 'spare you' as if it were so simple? Aren't you taking me a bit too lightly?" Ye Fan sneered.

Lei Hong took a deep breath, "I understand impersonating your excellency is an unforgivable sin, but as a Martial Arts Grandmaster, isn't it beneath you to trouble us? As long as your excellency is willing to spare us, any demand you have, just name it!"

"Fine, I have no intention of causing trouble with the Wan Hong Commerce Association of the Western Suburb. Just kill him, and we'll call it even," Ye Fan pointed at Brother Da Fei.

Lei Hong asked in astonishment, "What? Kill Ah Fei? Your excellency, why is this?"

"You ask him!" Ye Fan's eyes filled with chilling intent.

Lei Hong looked at Brother Da Fei, "Ah Fei, what exactly happened?"

"I... I..." Brother Da Fei was panic-stricken.

Lei Hong turned to the underling beside Brother Da Fei and demanded, "Speak up, what happened just now?"

"Brother Hong, just now Brother Da Fei threatened to kill his daughter," one of the underlings said tremblingly.

After hearing this, Lei Hong turned pale with shock, "What? Ah Fei, how could you say such a thing?"

"Brother Hong, I... I didn't mean it!" Brother Da Fei became frantic.

The next second, Brother Da Fei turned to kneel before Ye Fan, begging, "I truly didn't know you were a Martial Arts Grandmaster. I was wrong, I really know I was wrong. Please spare my life!"

"Spare you? Ha!"

Ye Fan sneered and looked at Lei Hong, "I've made my condition. Whether you keep him or kill him is up to you. If you don't meet my demands, I will personally visit the Wan Hong Commerce Association before dawn. Without surprises, the Wan Hong Commerce Association will be completely wiped out within the Central Plains!"

"Ah Fei, I'm sorry, you should never have said those words. Bring me my Broken Blade!" Lei Hong took another deep breath and spoke with a heavy face.

"Brother Hong, no, please no..."

Realizing Lei Hong intended to kill him, Brother Da Fei was petrified with terror, a cold chill shooting straight from his heels to the crown of his head.