Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1206 - 1204: Is This Courage or Foolishness?

"Damn, dodged pretty fast."

A flash of regret crossed Lin Fan's eyes, but it quickly turned into sharpness and intensity.

His eyes were like blades, fixed intently on Ling Wudeng, not daring to slack for a moment.

He knew in his heart that this guy was not an ordinary opponent.

What happened on the mountain really stunned him. What Emperor Jade said was no exaggeration, this guy was indeed difficult to deal with.

So.

He had long since regained consciousness but had not hurried to get up.

If he couldn't match by skill, then he had to outsmart.

Wait for Ling Wudeng to let his guard down and take him by surprise.

When everyone thought he was unconscious, even Ling Wudeng didn't have any suspicion as he slowly walked closer.

Lin Fan's heart was uncontrollably excited.

But unexpectedly.

Even using Instant Escape, he still failed to kill Ling Wudeng, only causing him a minor injury.

What a pity!

Such a pity!

Lin Fan was extremely frustrated, wondering if he had waited a bit longer until Black Sword had struck or even embedded into his body before making his move, would he have succeeded?

He would never know.

Because the opportunity only comes once, once missed it never comes again.

"Playing tricks?"

Ling Wudeng glanced at his blood-covered arm, sneering at Lin Fan.

"Didn't you ambush me before? We're even."

Lin Fan responded with a cheeky grin, suddenly feeling the taste of blood at the corner of his mouth, wiping it away with his hand.

If he were completely unharmed, that would be impossible.

He had fallen off halfway down the mountain.

If it had been an ordinary person, they would have been smashed to pieces, crushed into dust.

And since he was Lin Fan, though he wouldn't die, he was at least seriously injured.

Lin Fan hadn't felt it earlier, but now calmness took in. He realized his insides were churning, and his entire body ached in unbearable pain.

He just wanted to stand up straight, but suddenly his legs gave way, nearly causing him to collapse to the ground.

Fortunately, he reacted swiftly, stabbing the Xuanyuan Sword into the ground to support himself and not fall embarrassingly.

Damn it.

He cursed in his heart.

Because Lin Fan knew.

If he faced Ling Wudeng in this state, he would undoubtedly lose!

Yet he couldn't control his body.

Completely unable to control!

Like a wild horse that had broken free, his brain lost all control.

And it wasn't just his legs, even his hands and body started trembling uncontrollably, his whole being grew weak.

How could this be?!

Lin Fan tried his utmost to control himself, preventing his loss of control from showing.

The entourage was startled when Lin Fan suddenly leaped up to attack Ling Wudeng. They thought Lin Fan would seize the momentum and leave Ling Wudeng scrambling.

However.

Lin Fan stopped.

"What's wrong? Why isn't Lin Fan moving? Did his brain short-circuit? Hurry and say something."

"While the momentum is there, otherwise, if Ling Wudeng regains his momentum, he will have no chance."

"Are you blind? Who said Lin Fan isn't moving? Look, isn't he trembling violently."

"It's over, for sure he was seriously injured from the fall earlier."

"Definitely, from such a high place, how could there be nothing wrong, he was just holding on."

"Humiliated himself, who does he think he can provoke, had to be Ling Wudeng. Talk about not knowing one's limits, now hitting a hard wall, it's too late to regret."

The entourage indifferent to the situation commented on Lin Fan while expressing their fear of Ling Wudeng.

Jie Yuan listened to the discussions, feeling somewhat displeased.

No matter what, Lin Fan saved his life, whether intentionally or unintentionally, he owed Lin Fan one.

Now seeing Lin Fan about to be killed by Ling Wudeng, he could only watch helplessly, unable to do anything to help, making him feel miserable.

He furrowed his brows, watching Ling Wudeng's every move and staying alert to Lin Fan's condition, always thinking about what he could do.

The entourage's chatter reached Ling Wudeng's ears.

He looked Lin Fan up and down, seeing clearly that the other's face was ashen and devoid of blood, his body slightly trembling, seemingly unable to hold on.

"It seems that everyone here believes you are sure to die today."

Ling Wudeng laughed, sheathing the Black Sword behind his back, hiding its blade.

"Hehe, then let's see if you have the ability... cough, cough!"

Before finishing his sentence, Lin Fan coughed violently, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.

"The situation doesn't look too optimistic, does it?"

"Stop with the nonsense, if you're going to make a move, do it now," Lin Fan wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth, growling viciously.

At the moment, the sooner he acts, the better.

At least there's still a ten percent chance of winning.

That's right.

Ten percent!

If delayed any longer, his body won't be able to withstand it as it gradually deteriorates, and the beliefs that sustain him will weaken.

Then not even a ten percent chance would remain.

Only await death!

However.

Ling Wudeng seemed to realize this too. Therefore, he retracted his sword's blade and stood quietly in place, not eager to attack.

He did not want to take any risks, not even a ten percent one.

He waited for Lin Fan to collapse on his own, then proceeded to take his life when failure was not an option.

He didn't need to risk getting hurt himself.

Lin Fan was not without strength, he thought, glancing at his injured arm, he couldn't take any more risks.

"Are you that eager to die?"

"Whether it's you who dies or I, it's not certain yet."

"In your current state, how certain are you of killing me?"

"Even with just a ten percent chance, I can turn it into a hundred percent. If you don't believe it, want to try?" Lin Fan raised an eyebrow at Ling Wudeng, a look of mockery on his face.

But Ling Wudeng wasn't deceived, remaining expressionless, calm and composed.

Seeing the opponent motionless, Lin Fan grew more anxious inside.

"What's wrong? Chicken out? Don't dare?! You call yourself a follower of the Heavenly Clan Leader, but it seems like you're just trash. If East Gate chooses trash like you as followers, then it seems East Gate is also trash. Is your Heavenly Clan just a garbage heap?"

Lin Fan did everything he could to provoke Ling Wudeng's emotions, trying to anger the opponent.

As long as Ling Wudeng lost his composure and attacked recklessly.

Then the chances of winning might increase from ten percent to twenty percent.

All the entourage were stunned!

None of them expected.

Even at such a disadvantage, Lin Fan still spoke so boldly, even provoking the opponent.

Was this courage?!

Or stupidity?!

Did Lin Fan know what he was doing? In everyone's eyes, his actions seemed like seeking death!

Such words would only make him die faster and more tragically, not increase his chances of survival.

"His body is in such a state, yet he doesn't run?"

"The kid is stubborn... probably beyond saving."

"Crazy madman."

"Pay your respects, in three seconds, he will surely die."

The entourage either gaped wide-eyed, sneered coldly, or expressed surprise and helpless chuckles.

In short.

No one believed Lin Fan would survive.

Because it was simply impossible to survive.

The opponent was Ling Wudeng!

As expected.

Ling Wudeng began to laugh coldly, a chilling laugh that sent shivers down the spine of everyone who saw his smile.

"You truly seek death, so let me fulfill your wish."

Ling Wudeng slowly revealed the Black Sword's blade.

The cold breath was intimidating.

The murderous intent was overwhelming.

"Since you wish to go ahead and wait in Hell for the Heavenly Clan Leader Mo Ningxiang, I'll grant your wish."

After Ling Wudeng said this quietly, he lifted his head, his eyes flickering with cold light, ruthless and violent.

"Die then!"

In an instant, Ling Wudeng made his move, transforming into a black mist, pouncing on Lin Fan ferociously.