Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1252 - 1250: The Mysterious Boy’s Identity!

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However.

Lin Fan did not spare Mo Kun another glance.

This kind of fool isn't worth his time or energy.

Realizing only now, it's simply too stupid.

So.

He focused his gaze back on the youth.

"Speak, who are you really? Why are you impersonating me? Don't you know impersonating me comes with a price?"

Lin Fan spoke softly, glaring fiercely at the youth, calm on the surface with hidden turmoil beneath.

The youth's face turned bright red, with muscle twitches visible.

"You dare to move against me... you're asking for death..."

His throat was choked, only able to utter words with difficulty.

"Ha, your life is about to end, yet you don't speak the truth. If you truly wish to die by my hands, I can make that happen. But you must tell me who you are, why you impersonated me, what your purpose is. Otherwise, I can make your life unbearable." Lin Fan coldly threatened, expressionless.

"You seriously think you can kill me? ... I can snap my fingers ... and reduce you to ashes..."

Lin Fan raised an eyebrow, gazing at the youth with a complex look.

At death's door, yet so stubborn.

What is this youth's origin?

He couldn't discern his Cultivation Realm.

And from beginning to end, he hadn't made a move, making it impossible to gauge the opponent's strength.

Though the person was right in front of him.

It was as if shrouded in shadow, preventing Lin Fan from seeing clearly.

Could it be.

This kid is bluffing?

"A snap of the fingers? I don't know if you can reduce me to ashes, but if I move my fingers, your neck will truly be shattered. You better think clearly, whether you're faster, or I am."

For the first time, he found someone so hard to discern.

What is this kid thinking, does he really not fear death?

Lin Fan pondered, increasingly suspicious of the youth in front of him.

But.

If the opponent doesn't reveal his identity, how can he know who he truly is.

Even if he can kill him easily.

But the secrets he's hiding would vanish as well.

What's harder to handle is.

This guy doesn't value his own life at all, which renders Lin Fan's threats ineffective.

No way to extract information from this kid. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

He needed to think of a way to make him speak, Lin Fan furrowed his brow in thought.

And at that moment.

Pop.

The youth lightly snapped his fingers, his mouth curving into a sinister smile, looking provocatively at Lin Fan.

Lin Fan, caught off guard, widened his eyes, about to speak.

Suddenly.

Outside the tent came an earth-shattering noise.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The earth trembled! The whole world seemed to be shaking like during an earthquake, the ground violently quaking beneath.

Lin Fan froze, moved past the youth and sharply looked toward the tent's exit.

What happened?!

Mo Kun also stood up in shock and disbelief, staggered toward the tent's exit, his face turning ashen.

"Run away! Help!"

"Someone's going to die."

"Everyone retreat, retreat!"

"The enemy's here to attack, everyone hide!"

Outside the tent, chaos reigned.

Roaring, shouting, screaming, and wailing mixed together, piercing the heavens, the tranquility of the dense forest vanished instantly.

Mo Kun slowly walked to the tent's entrance, lifting the curtain.

Boom!

An overwhelming blaze surged in like a ferocious beast, seemingly about to devour Mo Kun whole.

Mo Kun jumped in fright, retreated several steps and sat heavily on the ground, his soul nearly leaving him.

Had he retreated a moment later.

He'd have been reduced to ashes.

The surrounding temperature spiked, Lin Fan felt the intense heat, as if being roasted over a fire.

The tent was certainly engulfed by flames.

The ground beneath seemed to slightly roast, black smoke wafted up.

"This... this... how did it become like this... what's going on... Lin Gongzi... this..."

Mo Kun, sitting on the ground, stammered in shock, his eyes bulging.

He was utterly scared by the scene unfolding before him.

His ears filled with gut-wrenching screams, causing his scalp to tingle, his heart to leap.

Lin Fan's face was severe, his eyes shimmering like phosphorus, asking coldly: "What did you do?"

The youth's eyes twisted fiercely for a moment, then he laughed eerily.

"I told you... I'd reduce you to ashes... do you still dare to kill me now?"

The opponent's provocation remained, seemingly not seeing Lin Fan as a threat.

That feeling was like a visitor from beyond, with an air of superiority.

Lin Fan was instantly angered by the opponent's expression and tone.

His eyes blazing with fiery sparks.

He sneered.

"How could I not dare? Ants like you, killing you is too easy."

A cold glint flashed in Lin Fan's eyes.

Ready to strike.

Suddenly!

A fierce flame surged into the tent like a giant serpent with fangs bared at Lin Fan.

At the same moment.

A violent shockwave rushed in.

Immediately raising the temperature inside the tent to unbearable levels.

Lin Fan was caught utterly unprepared.

Assailed by the sudden shockwave, his body flew back, and his grip on the youth's throat loosened.

Bang! Bang!

Lin Fan landed several meters away, looking a bit disheveled.

He felt burning pain on his body, like being roasted, his clothes were scorched by the fiery shockwave, leaving holes.

He flipped over, not daring any slack, immediately getting up and drawing the Xuanyuan Sword.

Not far away.

The youth stood amidst the flames, smiling eerily at him.

"Now do you understand? Ultimately, you're just a fly, dreaming of killing me is but a century away."

Lin Fan didn't expect this youth, nearly the same age as him, to wield such powerful might and energy.

"You're Lin Fan, right? Skillful indeed, a prodigy. But to me, it's far from enough. It's far too easy to kill you, I just need to move my fingers. But for you, hoping to kill me is akin to ascending to the heavens. The Xuanyuan Sword you hold is a good sword, but to me, it's of no use at all."

The youth spoke calmly, self-assuredly.

The flames seemed to have eyes, quietly lingering behind the youth, docile as a domesticated pet.

Naught of their earlier ferocity and savagery.

Lin Fan froze.

This guy can control fire!

As far as he knew, no one on Sumeru Continent possessed the ability to control flames.

Yet this youth could effortlessly toy with fire, indicating he wasn't from Sumeru Continent.

So who is he?

What on earth does he want?!

Lin Fan's gaze sharpened, his expression turning stern and cold, eyes fixed intensely on the youth.

"You're not from Sumeru Continent, who are you to be able to control flames?"

He spoke deliberately, veins bulging.

Earlier, he underestimated, believing the opponent powerless.

But didn't expect his strength far exceeded assumptions.

He tightened his grip on the Xuanyuan Sword.

Already surrounded by a sea of fire.

The tent had long been ablaze, flames thrusting skyward, smoke rolling.

Mo Kun was already terrified, hiding in a corner, screaming to escape the scorching flames, his eyes wide as he watched the two.

The youth.

Laughed coldly, his voice suddenly rising, becoming wildly reckless.