Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1223 - 1221: Today I’ll Make Sure You Die Knowing Exactly Why!
Lin Fan... What does he want to do?
Jie Yuan's heart trembled violently, his body froze in place, standing like a block of wood.
He forgot to run, forgot to escape for his life.
Lin Fan's calm demeanor made him forget the giant stone falling from the sky.
It was as if if Lin Fan could survive, he could survive too.
Ling Wudeng furrowed his brows tightly.
He too was staring intently at Lin Fan; the opponent hadn't moved a bit!
He was certain.
Not a single move!
As if he was petrified.
Was he scared by his own actions?
Or did he really have a countermeasure...
Ling Wudeng's face twitched, showing an utterly complex expression, his features twisted together.
It was because he couldn't figure out Lin Fan that he felt extremely anxious.
This guy.
What exactly does he plan to do?!
"Lin Fan, stop pretending. Aren't you going to escape for your life? Do you really think you have an undying body? Hmph, are you so scared that you can't even move, so you pretend you don't care. Inside, you're probably scared to death, hahaha!"
Ling Wudeng taunted, bursting into a manic laugh.
But.
This laughter already revealed that he lost.
Completely and utterly lost.
People who can't hold their composure often lead to their own failure.
Arrogance, pride, complacency, smugness.
These will lead someone who could have won to become the loser.
Ling Wudeng didn't realize he was heading towards an abyss of no return.
Lin Fan smirked slightly, giving a cold laugh.
He said nothing.
Contempt.
Disdain.
Mockery.
His eyes were as cold as a glacier.
"You... you still dare to look at me with such eyes! What do you think you are? I'm a dignified attendant of the Heavenly Clan. You're just a nobody, how dare you look at me with such a humiliating gaze, I must tear you to pieces!"
"Die!"
Suddenly.
The speed of the flaming giant stone falling became faster, instantly pressing down on Lin Fan's head.
The roaring flames ignited just above Lin Fan's head, scorching the earth below.
Jie Yuan also felt like his body was being roasted, suddenly snapping back to his senses.
"Lin Fan, run...run!"
At this moment, he couldn't care about anything else, stumbling and running back.
"Attendant Jie, even if you run for your life, it will be to no avail," Lin Fan said with a mischievous smile.
Jie Yuan hesitated, looking back at Lin Fan in surprise, suddenly feeling his anger rise. How could this guy still be in the mood for sarcasm when his life was at stake?
Just as he wanted to curse loudly.
He heard a sharp shout.
"Instant Escape!"
Lin Fan's figure vanished before his eyes.
Jie Yuan's eyes widened, just about to exclaim, when he too felt his body become light as a feather.
A thousandth of a breath.
With a blink of an eye.
When he opened them again, Jie Yuan was already a hundred miles away.
Behind him came the sound of exhausted panting, rapid and heavy, almost breathless.
Jie Yuan turned to look back, seeing those strong and sturdy attendants who had fled first.
How did they end up behind him?
The attendants, exhausted and covered in sweat, ran over and found that Jie Yuan was safe and sound, unscathed, and even arrived before them.
"Attendant Jie... how did you... how did you appear here..."
"You... weren't you injured? How... how did you run so fast..."
"I thought... you would stay there... waiting to die..."
"We're sweating like crazy... and you haven't even broken a sweat..."
The attendants, seeing Lin Fan beside Jie Yuan calmly, immediately understood what happened; it must have been Lin Fan who saved Jie Yuan.
Lin Fan ignored the attendants' repressed astonishment.
With his hands clasped behind his back, he calmly watched the distant sky, which seemed to burn like fire.
The rain of giant stones fell.
Even a hundred miles away, the ground beneath them shivered like rippling water.
It was imaginable if they hadn't left, they would certainly have been turned into minced meat by now.
Everyone patted their chests, secretly grateful they left early.
Rumble!
Rumble!
The earth-shattering sound of explosions from a hundred miles away blew all the way to where they stood, still feeling the heat against their faces.
Everyone stood dumbfounded, not daring to make a sound.
After a long while, when the earth finally returned to silence and the explosions subsided.
Lin Fan coldly looked at the bombarded area, speaking coldly.
"Magnificent. But regrettably, you'll never see it again. Everyone, until next time."
Instant Escape!
Before everyone could react, Lin Fan standing beside them disappeared from sight.
This kid, appearing and disappearing like a ghost, was frightening.
"Lin Fan! Come out! Lin Fan, are you going to be a turtle hiding in its shell?! I didn't think you'd be such a coward; afraid to face me directly. Can you only run? Hahaha, if you're scared, just say it, maybe I'd spare your life. Opposing me, opposing the East Gate Clan Leader, you will not meet a good end. Come out!"
When the giant stone fell, Ling Wudeng lost track of Lin Fan's whereabouts.
He knew, once again, the other had dodged a disaster.
Damn!
Damn!
Ling Wudeng cursed fiercely in his heart, impotent rage causing his body to tremble violently.
Couldn't even deal with a small Ninth Rank Saint Emperor.
What right did he have to be called the first attendant of the Sumeru Continent?
"Are you looking for me?"
Suddenly.
Lin Fan's ethereal voice came from behind Ling Wudeng, unhurried, leisurely.
Ling Wudeng startled, spinning around swiftly.
Just as he expected.
Lin Fan appeared unharmed, completely intact.
"Shameless brat, is your only trick running away? After being severely injured, don't dare face me directly, just learned to run away? Can you run forever?! You might as well confront me fair and square; perhaps I'd let you die quickly. If you provoke me, you'll understand what it truly means to wish for death over suffering."
"Hmph, when did you become so talkative? Are you still Ling Wudeng?" Lin Fan replied coldly, countering with indifference.
Their situations had completely reversed.
Previously, it was Lin Fan anxious and Ling Wudeng calm.
But now, it was Ling Wudeng agitated, Lin Fan composed.
A complete turnaround.
"Kid, don't be arrogant, soon you'll know whether I'm Ling Wudeng or not."
Ling Wudeng took a deep breath, forcibly calming his inner rage, slowly drawing out the Black Sword from his side.
Instantly!
The dark power rampaged.
The universe reversed, black and white inverted.
All light seemed to be in awe, timidly retreating before the Black Sword, fleeing in panic.
Ling Wudeng's anger magnified the Black Sword's dark power even more.
Even.
The energy from the sword surpassed what Ling Wudeng emitted, stronger, more terrifying.
Lin Fan frowned, his expression solemn.
"Afraid? Haha, but it's too late. You sure are interesting; dare to come a second time courting death, hitting a wall without turning back. If you weren't against the East Gate Clan Leader, perhaps we could be friends."
"No thanks, I don't want a friend like you," Lin Fan shrugged disdainfully, showing no concern.
"You..." Ling Wudeng erupted in anger, eyes widening.
But he didn't continue, instead raising the Black Sword; darkness instantly gathered around it, dark gleams rampaged, recklessly dancing on the blade.
"Draw your sword, today I'll let you die clearly!"
