Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1207 - 1205: How Can a Ninth-Rank Saint Emperor Compete with a Second-Layer Middle Heavenly Venerate?

Lin Fan had no concerns anymore.

Only a fight to the death would do!

Everyone thought he was out of his mind, unclear-headed, only fools and madmen would stay; by now, he should have fled.

However, quite the opposite.

Only this way could Lin Fan find a glimmer of hope.

A person who loses their sanity often reveals many flaws, although Ling Wudeng had always been a calm person.

But no matter how calm, he was ultimately human.

Humans have emotions, have true feelings.

Lin Fan didn't know if Ling Wudeng would lose control, but given the current situation, he could only gamble.

Even the slightest change in emotion could reveal itself through movements, creating a tiny flaw.

Only by exploiting such a flaw.

Could Lin Fan have a chance to turn the tables!

So.

He wasn't muddleheaded, but rather thinking very clearly.

Lin Fan stared intently at Ling Wudeng's every movement, gripping the Xuanyuan Sword tightly.

Ling Wudeng's form was like black mist, elusive.

Sometimes gathering, sometimes dispersing.

The attendants on the side watched, aghast, speechless.

If it were them facing off against Ling Wudeng.

They probably wouldn't survive even one breath!

Take the scene before them, for instance; they couldn't fathom how Ling Wudeng would strike, where he would attack, or where his form was.

Everyone watched in a haze, utterly bewildered.

"A Ninth Rank Saint Emperor, how could he possibly contend with a Middle Heavenly Venerate in the second stage?"

"He probably thinks he's some big deal, but in others' eyes, he's just an ant."

"Lin Fan does have some power, but he's overconfident."

"He's dead, doomed."

Though the attendants were tightly bound and unable to move, they now cared nothing for their own safety, solely focusing on the spectacle.

And they had already pronounced Lin Fan's death sentence.

He's undoubtedly doomed.

Ling Wudeng exuded a terrifying might, black mist spreading all around as if it would engulf all things.

In the black mist.

The glint of the Black Sword could faintly be seen.

Murderous intent pressing, aiming right at Lin Fan's life.

"Die!"

Ling Wudeng shouted loudly, his roar like thunder.

What is Lin Fan!

How dare he contend with me!

A mere Ninth Rank Saint Emperor, his cultivation realm worlds apart from mine, on what basis could he fight me?!

To die by my sword is already a great honor for you.

He felt Lin Fan was like a swindler seeking prestige, targeting people like him who were prominently renowned; if there were a lucky success, his name would soar.

But.

Here, there was no chance of success.

A fraction of a breath! 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

The black mist surged, amassing into a monstrous mass around Lin Fan, the inflowing black mist from all directions causing it to expand and swell.

It nearly blotted out the sky, like a mountain, seemingly about to crush down, turning Lin Fan into mince meat.

Yet Lin Fan remained unmoved.

Because.

He saw no flaw.

Yes!

No flaw!

Even though Lin Fan's words were so brazen, they still could not stir even a ripple in Ling Wudeng.

Therefore.

Lin Fan had no choice but to bide his time. Without a flaw, forcing one not only couldn't break the attack, it would plunge him into desperation.

There was only one way.

Wait!

Patiently wait!

Until the very last moment, never make a move lightly!

"Has Lin Fan been hit with the Immobilization Spell?! Why isn't he moving?!"

"If this keeps up, he'll really die."

"Not just might die, he's already dead, there's no escape."

"So arrogant, does he really think he's a match for Ling Wudeng, so overbearing."

The raging black mist almost devoured Lin Fan whole, engulfing him.

In everyone's eyes, Lin Fan seemed unlikely to escape; once shrouded by the black mist, falling into a world of darkness, what awaited him was just two words.

Death.

Just when everyone was whispering among themselves.

Suddenly!

A dark shadow shot out, unbelievably fast, like a flash of lightning!

Everyone had already turned to look at the shadow, gasping sharply, greatly astonished.

That figure was the heavily injured Jie Yuan!

It turned out Jie Yuan had been listening on the sidelines, increasingly feeling out of place.

Watching Lin Fan trapped, unable to even counterattack, he grew incredibly anxious.

After all, Lin Fan was his life-saving benefactor.

If not for Lin Fan's intervention, he would have long become a wandering soul.

"What?! Jie Yuan went over?! What's he doing?! Being cannon fodder?"

"Crazy, crazy…"

"Is he going to his death? Lin Fan can't be saved anymore…"

Everyone's jaws dropped to the ground, dumbfounded, craning their necks to see.

A thousandth of a breath.

Jie Yuan rushed into the black mist.

He couldn't care about the intense pain from his injuries, solely wanting to save Lin Fan's life.

"Young Master Lin!"

He dashed into the black mist, shouting loudly.

Lin Fan was startled, thinking the voice sounded familiar. Moreover, at this time someone else had rushed in, what could this mean?

Inside the black mist, it was pitch black, not even seeing one's fingers when stretched.

Ling Wudeng, holding the Black Sword, also lurked within, ready to strike at any moment.

It was exceedingly dangerous inside!

"I am Jie Yuan! You saved my life just now, now I can't stand by idly."

Lin Fan raised an eyebrow, surprised this person was so righteous and faithful, thinking his earlier actions were merely incidental, without truly intending to save someone.

"Jie attendant, I'm afraid you misunderstood, I didn't…"

"I know, but no matter what, you saved my life."

Jie Yuan knew what Lin Fan intended to say and interrupted without hesitation.

Lin Fan sighed deeply.

"You are injured, naturally not a match for Ling Wudeng, coming in is just throwing your life away, you better leave quickly."

"Let's go together!" Jie Yuan froze, not expecting Lin Fan to even consider his safety, his heart tightened instantly.

In the darkness.

Lin Fan chuckled softly.

"I'm afraid I can't leave."

"If you don't go, I won't go."

Jie Yuan resolved to face death with Lin Fan together. Or, perhaps using his own life to trade for Lin Fan's.

At least, that's what he intended.

"You serve no purpose here, it's taking a life in vain." Lin Fan said bluntly and coldly.

"Don't worry, I won't die." Jie Yuan was quite confident in himself.

As he spoke.

A sinister and horrifying laugh echoed from within the black mist.

"Hahaha – hahahahaha!"

"Ignorant fools! Covered by the black mist and you still want to leave? Too naive, you probably don't know my true power, today I'll open your eyes!"

Boom!

A tremendous roar emanated from within the black mist like thunder exploding.

Lin Fan immediately tensed, struggled to stand, lifting the Xuanyuan Sword.

He could no longer see any flaws in Ling Wudeng.

Initially thought provoking the opponent might give him a chance, but unexpectedly plunged himself into an even more dangerous situation.

Jie Yuan also retreated step by step, leaning on Lin Fan's back, the two standing back to back.

Lin Fan sighed.

"Why must you throw your life away."

"This is my choice."

"Then you better not hold me back, so I don't have to save you a second time."

"Hmph! Underestimate me, Jie Yuan."

The two stared unblinkingly at the enormous darkness ahead, calming their minds, waiting for Ling Wudeng to appear.