Starting as a War God: Global Goddesses Blocking my Door

"Ye Fan, Meng Xianzhi has lost her mind. Don't worry about me, look for a chance to escape quickly!"

Zhuang Jingwen's countenance was extremely pale; even in dire straits, she still didn't want to drag Ye Fan down with her.

Staring at the few hundred people surging towards him like a tidal wave, Ye Fan's expression didn't change. He whispered, "Sister Jingwen, give me the knife!"

"What are you going to do?" Zhuang Jingwen was stunned.

Ye Fan turned to look at Zhuang Jingwen, his eyes clear as he said, "If Sister Jingwen trusts me, then give me the knife!"

"I..."

Seeing the clarity in Ye Fan's eyes, after a complex psychological struggle, Zhuang Jingwen handed the Tang Knife to Ye Fan, "Here, don't try to be a hero. If it doesn't work out, run away quickly!"

"Good!" Ye Fan nodded.

After taking the Tang Knife, Ye Fan stood protectively in front of Zhuang Jingwen and shouted with eyes glinting coldly, "I'm only saying this once, whoever comes at me will die! Those who don't want to die, get the hell away from me!"

In that moment, Ye Fan's aura erupted, as if a demon god was about to be unleashed, completely intimidating Meng Xianzhi's subordinates.

"What are you afraid of? Go, kill Zhuang Jingwen and you get a reward of five million, and killing this kid will also get you the same reward!" Meng Xianzhi shouted.

He didn't believe Zhuang Jingwen's words at all; he was convinced that Zhuang Yan was still alive. As long as he killed Zhuang Jingwen, Zhuang Yan would surely seek revenge for his daughter, and he would have the chance to avenge his wife and daughter.

"Killing this kid will also bring in five million? That's great, brothers, kill him!"

"Kill!!!"

In an instant, lured by the promise of money, a few hundred people, filled with killing intent, madly rushed towards Ye Fan.

"Seeking death!"

Seeing the crowd charging at him, Ye Fan took a swift step, kicking the foremost person. That individual's body flew like a cannonball and slammed into the pressing crowd.

"Finish this quickly, kill the two of them for me!" Meng Xianzhi shouted frantically.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!"

For the sake of millions in bounty, the several hundred individuals charged at Ye Fan as if they were crazed.

"Since you seek death, then go to die!"

Ye Fan gripped the Tang Knife tightly, and a glimmer of cold light traced through the air as the few people charging at the front had their throats cut by his single strike.

"It's over, it's over, big trouble is coming!"

Seeing Ye Fan take action, Xiang Tianba was horrified. He knew that a bloody battle was about to unfold and that the entire North Suburb might be dragged into it.

Zhuang Jingwen's heart soared to her throat; she was severely injured, with blood flowing from her waist and shoulder, unable to help Ye Fan despite her desire.

"Kill him for me!" Meng Xianzhi roared.

"For the bounty, I'm going all out!"

Many gangsters, gripping their machetes with grim looks, charged at Ye Fan once again.

These society's dregs were all desperate types; for money, they would do anything.

The lives of Ye Fan and Zhuang Jingwen were worth tens of millions; if they could kill Ye Fan and Zhuang Jingwen and get the bounty, they would instantly become millionaires, leave the Gray Zone, and if they didn't do anything foolish, they would have enough to enjoy life for the rest of their days.

"Kid, your head is mine!"

A burly man, exceptionally brave, clenched his machete and in an instant rushed in front of Ye Fan.

"I, Ye Fan, have been alone and struggling since I was a child. The only companion I had was my own head, and if you want to take it, I'm afraid it won't be so easy!"

Targeting the burly man's figure, Ye Fan, with both hands on the Tang Knife, moved like a blurred shadow. With a resonant ring, under the night sky, the burly man's machete was astonishingly cut in half by the Tang Knife, and a deeply gashed wound appeared on him, blood spurting out in an instant.

"Kill him!"

As the burly man perished, the gang of riffraff pressed in once more.

"If you want to exchange my head for five million, first see if your lives are tough enough!"

Behind him was the severely injured Zhuang Jingwen, and Ye Fan couldn't take a single step back. So, holding a cleaver, he charged straight at the crowd.

"You dare to counterattack? Sick of living!" Seeing Ye Fan take the offensive, Meng Xianzhi said fiercely.

"Kill!"

A gang of riffraff, unafraid of death for the sake of money, pounced towards Ye Fan like a pack of wolves.

"Kill kill kill!"

The warlike spirit surged within Ye Fan, his body blasting forward like an ancient behemoth awakening, he launched an assault upon the gang of riffraff.

A hooligan seized the opportunity and swung his cleaver at Ye Fan's neck. Ye Fan sidestepped, evading the vicious strike, his Tang Knife cutting through the air like an ancient dragon emerging from the sea, piercing through the assailant's chest.

"Die!"

Following that, another hooligan prepared to launch a sneak attack on Ye Fan, who remained unfazed. His left hand moved as fast as lightning to grasp the assailant's throat, and with a sudden burst of force, a sickening crunch was heard as Ye Fan snapped his throat.

It had been a long time since he had experienced such a bloody battle, and smelling the pungent stench of blood in the air, Ye Fan continued his counterattack.

Ten! Fifty!

A hundred!

In less than five minutes, at least a hundred people had fallen to the ground, and every second, more collapsed.

"Could this kid actually be a Martial Arts Grandmaster?"

Watching Ye Fan kill over a hundred people in one go, Meng Xianzhi's face began to look unpleasant, "Dare to obstruct my revenge, even if you're a Martial Arts Grandmaster, I'll slaughter you! Sniper, shoot him dead!"

"Ye Fan, watch out for the sniper!" Zhuang Jingwen's face changed.

Bang!!!

Just as Zhuang Jingwen's words fell, a sniper on higher ground brazenly aimed at Ye Fan's head and pulled the trigger, a metal bullet exploding towards Ye Fan's skull.

The sniper fired, and Meng Xianzhi sneered, "So what if you are a Martial Arts Grandmaster? Can you contend with a bullet? This is an ace sniper rifle AWM I managed to get from abroad, its range a full eleven hundred meters, and its power extremely terrifying!"

"Even if you are a Martial Arts Grandmaster, you will still die under this AWM sniper rifle!"

"Master Ye!" Xiang Tianba's eyelids twitched violently.

Zhuang Jingwen paled, horror-stricken, as she saw the metal bullet about to penetrate Ye Fan's skull.

She had just been hit by this AWM sniper rifle and lost her ability to fight; she couldn't bear to watch Ye Fan suffer the same fate with her eyes wide open.

"Die already!"

Meng Xianzhi's group of underlings, all exhilarated as if injected with chicken blood, wanted nothing more than for Ye Fan to be killed by a single shot from the AWM.

"A mere AWM trying to snipe me? Aren't you all a bit too naïve?"

"Slash!!!"

In full view of everyone, Ye Fan suddenly looked up, he traced the bullet's trajectory through the air, and just a meter away from him, clutching his Tang Knife tightly, he struck violently at the space above him.

Clang!

Immediately after, a metallic collision resonated, as the metal bullet was shockingly split in two by Ye Fan's blade, dropping to the ground.

"What?"

Seeing Ye Fan split the metal bullet in half with one strike, Meng Xianzhi and the others were all shocked.

The range of the AWM was a full eleven hundred meters, with a frighteningly strong impact, second only to the super sniper rifle Barrett.

Under such terrifying impact, Ye Fan was still able to split the metal bullet in half, and afterward, his expression didn't change at all.

This... how is this possible?