Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City Chapter 1221 1219: Only One Thought—Defeat Ling Wudeng and C

Cao Huafeng was tall and broad, with arms clad in muscles of varying sizes.

Moreover, he was a Lower Heavenly Venerate.

The power of a punch at full strength had already surpassed a hundred million jin!

A punch over a hundred million jin—there aren't many who can achieve this. If struck by Cao Huafeng's fist, one would likely be shattered into pieces, turning into a mist of blood.

The surrounding attendants were analyzing.

A grueso and terrifying roar was heard.

"Ah—"

Cao Huafeng charged forward like a tank, causing the earth and mountains to shake, sky collapsing and ground splitting.

The desolate earth seed to be split open by his steps.

That montum was aid to crush Lin Fan!

The attendants felt their bodies shaken, swaying and unsteady.

A single breath!

Cao Huafeng was already in front of Lin Fan.

His fist, as large as a pot, aid to smash into Lin Fan's face, directly breaking through the void, nearing Lin Fan instantly.

Yet, looking at Lin Fan again.

Motionless!

Standing steadfastly in place, not moving an inch!

The attendants held their breath.

"This power is feared to surpass a hundred million jin! Can Lin Fan's physique withstand this punch?!"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! If hit, Lin Fan will surely be shattered into pieces."

"Won't he dodge? Is he really so confident in his speed?"

"Lin Fan is a dead man."

However.

Reality slapped them hard in the face once again.

Slap slap slap!

Directly leaving them bruised and shad.

Lin Fan not only wasn't as they claid to be shattered into pieces and divine sense extinguished.

He didn't even retreat a step, nor did he move at all.

He simply extended a hand casually, eting strength with strength, fist against fist.

You wish to defeat with power.

Fine, then I will show you what real power is!

That was Lin Fan's attitude.

When Lin Fan threw that punch, Ling Wudeng's body tensed, silently exclaiming that it's impossible.

Cao Huafeng's power was acknowledged.

His explosive force, sense of speed, absolute power, had no issues whatsoever, not a single problem!

But unfortunately, he faced another problem.

His opponent was Lin Fan.

Two fists collided.

Boom!

A thunderous explosion echoed.

From within the fists erupted a shockwave, causing the surrounding sands to fly, the heavens and the earth seemingly trembling.

Just as everyone was anxiously waiting to know the result.

Amidst the fluttering sands, ca a miserable howl.

"Ah—"

"Pain—so painful—"

"How could this—how could—"

That voice ca from Cao Huafeng.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Like the sound of firecrackers exploding consecutively, closely-packed, followed by the disappearance of Cao Huafeng's voice from the sand.

Everyone felt their scalps numb and hair standing on end.

As the sands cleared.

Only Lin Fan with a proud look remained standing alone, with no trace of Cao Huafeng around.

Upon closer inspection on the ground.

A puddle of blood mist had appeared before Lin Fan.

It turns out Lin Fan's punch weighed nearly a billion jin!

Cao Huafeng, faced with Lin Fan's absolute power, stood no chance, only to be directly smashed.

From the arm to an imdiate rupture, followed by complete bloodline chaos, the body exploded accordingly; within a breath, Cao Huafeng turned into a blood mist.

Annihilated in the void, vanished without a trace.

He killed two n consecutively!

Moreover, two Lower Heavenly Venerates!

What kind of monster is Lin Fan, who exactly is he?!

Everyone's minds were screaming, mouths agape, eyes widened, unable to believe the scene before them.

Mad…

Everyone went mad…

They had never seen such a brutal and vicious scene, having been accustod to succumbing to the tyranny of the Heavenly Clan.

And Lin Fan's ergence truly cracked this aperture open.

Showing all attendants that people like Ling Wudeng aren't invincible, nor should they be inherently feared.

Lin Fan glanced at the blood mist on the ground, expressionless.

In his eyes, Cao Huafeng was less than dog shit.

Now he had eyes only for Ling Wudeng.

Directly ignoring the shivering Lv Tianwu.

Ling Wudeng, at so point, also released his crossed arms, furrowing his brows, with sharp eyes and a solemn expression.

Lin Fan's two moves were executed with ease.

Though appearing full of murderous intent, in reality, quite relaxed and effortless, without spending any spiritual power.

What was expected to be a hard-fought battle turned out to be a swift decisive match.

Thus, his plan was aborted.

If Lin Fan, instead of depleting even a bit of spiritual power, beca much more confident.

To kill two Lower Heavenly Venerates was not an easy feat.

Even Ling Wudeng himself couldn't necessarily achieve it.

Moreover.

What surprised him the most was, Lin Fan hadn't even unsheathed the Xuanyuan Sword.

Ling Wudeng's eyes darkened, staring at Lin Fan grimly and fiercely.

Of course.

Lin Fan was also fixated on Ling Wudeng.

Right now, thoughts filled his head to defeat Ling Wudeng and ascend the mountain!

He glanced at Changliu Mountain, confidence flashing in his eyes, then settled his gaze back on Ling Wudeng.

"Attendant Ling, you're really not going to stand aside?" he asked indifferently.

"Humph, do you think killing two ants can make afraid?" Ling Wudeng replied coldly.

"Not at all, I intended to challenge you, the recent duel wasn't satisfying enough."

"So you wish to die again?"

"And naturally, let's see if Attendant Ling has that capability."

"Your ability to seek death is top-class."

Their exchange back-and-forth, with Lv Tianwu caught in between, yet neither took him seriously.

Lv Tianwu felt deeply insulted, as if both treated him like air.

Standing awkwardly in the middle.

"Hey! Are you just going to ignore ?!"

He shouted at Lin Fan.

Lin Fan said nothing, walked past directly.

Lv Tianwu paused, legs softening, limbs growing cold.

This person is not following the script! Just now, he was still boasting; now, without a word, he acts imdiately.

Nervously retreating two steps backward, turning to see Ling Wudeng also watching him with a dour gaze.

Damn…

He inhaled sharply.

If he didn't act, he'd surely beco a laughing stock.

However, the dead Wei Zheng and blood-misted Cao Huafeng served as stark precedents.

Only one path left.

Death!

Dead beyond dead.

Lv Tianwu was forced to choose imdiately between dignity and life, as Lin Fan marched forward; within three breaths, he'd stand before him.

Heart pounding wildly, as if ready to leap from his throat.

One breath!

Two breaths!

Three breaths!

He already sensed Lin Fan's murderous aura directly ahead, which made him grit his teeth, face muscles trembling.

Thud!

Without a word, he knelt to the ground.

In the face of death, dignity counts for nothing!

"Young Master Lin, don't kill … I'm just an insignificant ant, dare not oppose you… Was montarily confused by those worthless ones earlier, I…"

Lv Tianwu kowtowed thrice on the ground loudly, forehead imdiately bleeding.

But.

Lin Fan didn't even glance at him, startled by the sudden kneeling.

Gave a glance, then ignored, proceeding to Ling Wudeng.

Lv Tianwu was stunned.

So he wasn't coming for him?

He survived?

Delighted, he quickly rose from the ground, ignoring the eyes around, fled for his life.