Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1307 - 1305: If He Can’t Last 10 Rounds... Lin Fan Will Surely Die!
"Lin Fan!"
"Lin Fan!"
Dongmen Buju was like a madman, his hair disheveled, face distorted and twisted, shouting at the sky as if there was no one else around.
His sole focus was now on Lin Fan, and he had to regain the dignity he lost from him.
So he no longer paid attention to Zhu Qilue, nor did he have any intention to kill him, he just kept howling at the sky like a yellow dog barking at the sun.
Zhu Qilue finally got a moment of peace, and his body gradually recovered. Although he still couldn't match Dongmen Buju in battle, he at least wasn't completely defenseless anymore.
"Young Master Zhu..."
He heard someone softly calling him from behind. When he turned around, he saw it was Mo Kun.
The latter looked worried, glancing around nervously.
"Young Master Zhu, do you know where Lin Fan and the Clan Leader have gone?"
"How would I know?" Zhu Qilue frowned, asking in confusion.
"I don't know how the Clan Leader is doing... Will something happen to him..."
"Lin Fan saved him, I think he should be fine."
"Phew... that's good... But can Young Master Lin really defeat Dongmen Buju?"
Zhu Qilue paused, not answering. He looked toward Dongmen Buju, observing the overwhelming murderous aura he exuded, a Middle Heavenly Venerate's presence dominating the entire square.
If not for Lin Fan, even if millions of people rushed up, they wouldn't be able to beat Dongmen Buju. Zhu Qilue thought to himself, truly worthy of being the top expert of Sumeru Continent, indeed terrifying.
"No, he can't."
Mo Kun initially thought that after such a long contemplation, the other would give him some reassuring answer. Unexpectedly, Zhu Qilue firmly and surely said two words, which made him panic instantly.
"Ah? Young Master Zhu, which side are you on?"
Zhu Qilue said expressionlessly, "I'm on Lin Fan's side, but what difference does it make even if I'm on his side? Can standing on Lin Fan's side ignore the disparity and pretend everything's fine? There is a nine Great Realm difference between them, which is not something external power can compensate for. Ultimately, Lin Fan is not a match for Dongmen Buju... Relying on him alone... he probably wouldn't last ten rounds."
"Only ten rounds?" Mo Kun shouted in shock.
Zhu Qilue sighed heavily. Ten rounds was already his best estimate, and if it was the worst, he probably couldn't even last one round.
"If I recover a bit faster... Maybe I can give him a hand... but only if he can last for ten rounds, otherwise I can't do anything," he said faintly, his tone very low, showing how pessimistic he was about the current situation, believing that Lin Fan would hardly escape death.
Mo Kun gulped, his heartbeat suddenly accelerating. He had just thought there might be a ten percent chance of success for Lin Fan, but unexpectedly, Zhu Qilue believed there wasn't even ten percent, as if Lin Fan was already a dead man now.
If Lin Fan died, then the Clan Leader would likely be doomed as well, and the entire Xuan Clan would collapse.
Pulled by one hair, the whole body moves, Lin Fan is now the most crucial reason for the Xuan Clan's existence.
"It's over... what should we do now..." Mo Kun said anxiously, suddenly biting his teeth, determinedly saying, "How about I go up and help!"
"You? Forget it." Zhu Qilue rolled his eyes, disdainfully saying, "It's not that I look down on you, but going up only adds to the chaos. You're not even qualified to fill the gaps in Dongmen Buju's teeth."
"..." Mo Kun pursed his lips, despite being a Deputy General, he wasn't even qualified to fill the gaps...
Zhu Qilue was silent for a while and suddenly threw out two words.
"Unless..."
Mo Kun was already dispirited, listless. Hearing this, he instantly perked up, his eyes brightening.
"Unless what?"
"Unless besides me, Lin Fan has other help, and it must be decisive help. Although Dongmen Buju is a Ninth Layer Middle Heavenly Venerate, he's now driven by mania, his actions must be both urgent and chaotic, just wanting to kill Lin Fan to regain his dignity. If someone helps Lin Fan now... perhaps there might be a turnaround, able to last ten rounds..." Zhu Qilue said earnestly, his brows remaining tightly knit.
"But who will help Lin Fan... Elder Feng could have... but he... sigh..." Mo Kun sighed heavily, slamming his thigh. In hindsight, he felt he might as well have died in Elder Feng's place, at least Elder Feng could have been of some use, whereas he was completely useless.
"Don't know... leave it to fate..." Zhu Qilue sighed as well, looking at Dongmen Buju still hollering in the center of the square, with a wretched expression.
"Lin Fan! Come out, you scoundrel, I'm losing my patience!"
"You damned guy, hiding like a turtle won't save you, you think you can hide forever? Get out here for a fight to the death."
"You think you can stab me and run, feel thrilled, huh? I must chop your head off!"
The black light around Dongmen Buju glistened, his eyes shooting poison fires, veins popping in rage.
As soon as he finished speaking.
Dongmen Buju's ears caught the sound of a sword tearing through the air.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, he felt a murderous aura behind him, striking straight at his head.
"Naive!!"
Lin Fan appeared behind Dongmen Buju out of nowhere, intending to use a lightning-fast sneak attack to catch him off guard.
However.
Dongmen Buju coldly chuckled, sneeringly spitting out two words.
Clang!
Without even turning his head, he stretched out a finger and flicked away the Xuanyuan Sword that was piercing through the air, then that finger aimed directly at Lin Fan's eyes.
In one-tenth of a breath!
The finger, carrying unimaginable power, approached Lin Fan's eyes.
Lin Fan felt a chill in his head, a splitting headache ensued. He dared not advance another step, his figure immediately retreating, landing dozens of meters away.
"One round." Zhu Qilue nervously watched, whispering.
Although Lin Fan survived the first round, he was already panting heavily.
This sneak attack not only failed to gain advantage but instead made Dongmen Buju catch him off guard, and he could only flee embarrassingly.
"Lin Fan, you coward, you finally showed up." 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎
"Eager for me to appear, is your neck itchy waiting to be chopped?"
"Keep being arrogant, let's see who dies first."
"That's not for certain, I'm not injured yet, while your hand seems quite seriously hurt, want me to fix it for you?"
Lin Fan's words stabbed directly into Dongmen Buju's sore spot, he felt ashamed about being injured, yet Lin Fan just had to rub salt into the wound, it's like running into a gun barrel!
"Damn it! Lin Fan, you deserve to die! I must twist your head off and hang it on the main city's gate for the world to see your terrified face before death."
Dongmen Buju wasted no more words, his sole focus now was dealing with Lin Fan.
So he unleashed his full power!
Lin Fan must pay for his arrogance and experience true terror!
Suddenly.
The sky was covered with dark clouds, steadily pressing down on the earth, and the ground trembled, making it hard for people to stand.
The entire world seemed to tremble under the might of Dongmen Buju!
"Die!"
Dongmen Buju charged ahead, both fists swinging, two clouds of black mist poured from his arms, instantly transforming into countless sharp long spears.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
They flew toward Lin Fan in a dense, overwhelming manner.
Lin Fan sank his energy into his Dantian, ready to respond properly.
Suddenly, he felt the ground beneath him bulge up, he paused and swiftly stepped back a few paces. Before him rose earthen walls, blocking all the long spears formed from black smoke.
It wasn't just Lin Fan, even Zhu Qilue was taken aback, he thought Lin Fan couldn't escape this disaster.
Who was it?!
