Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1060 - 1058: Want to Fight Me? You’re Not Worthy!

Swish swish swish!

Dozens of soldiers charged out from beside Mo Qian.

Clang clang clang!

Sharp blades drawn! Cold light flashing!

The sharp edges aimed at Lin Fan.

The killing intent grew stronger.

However.

Lin Fan was coldly laughing.

A disdainful cold laugh.

Shock!

Unparalleled shock!

Mo Ningxiang blinked her big watery eyes, innocently looking at the brothers, Mo Qian and Mo Mo, full of confusion and misunderstanding.

Why capture Lin Fan?

"What are you trying to do?!"

Slash!

Diwu Yun'er drew her sword, like a bright moon hanging in the sky.

But no one responded to her.

Everyone's focus was on Lin Fan!

Lin Fan intended to resist.

Whether it was Mo Qian or Mo Mo, or even these soldiers charging forward.

He didn't take them seriously at all!

These ants still want to fight him.

Unworthy!

He didn't even need to make a move; just a flick of his fingers and these people would be reduced to dust!

Turned into the void!

Calm, composed, unhurried, indifferent.

Lin Fan kept his hands behind his back, wide open, full of flaws.

A completely unguarded stance!

Because.

No need!

He casually glanced around, making eye contact with each person.

The soldiers tasked with capturing him felt a jolt as if electrocuted, numb from head to toe, with legs as heavy as if filled with cement, unable to lift, standing stiffly in place.

Unable to move!

As immobile as wood!

The soldiers exchanged looks of terror and helplessness, swallowed hard, and hesitated to advance.

Lin Fan didn't move either, only with a mocking smile, looking at Mo Qian.

"General Mo Qian, General Mo Mo, what are you trying to do now?"

If Lin Fan wished.

A tenth of a breath.

Mo Qian and Mo Mo.

Would both be dead.

But the two are commanders of a million-strong army; if killed easily by him, it would inevitably disrupt the army's morale and cause loss of faith.

With the enemy at the doorstep, internal strife cannot be afforded, lest we lose our footing.

For now, let's see what tricks these two are up to with their demonry!

Mo Qian and Mo Mo were both intimidated by Lin Fan's gaze.

Their hearts skipped a beat.

Is this the gaze of a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor?

Why does the heart feel so fearful and uneasy?

The two exchanged confused and bewildered looks.

Mo Qian took a deep breath, still not answering Lin Fan's question.

"What are you standing around for?! Hurry up and seize him!"

The military command is as immovable as Taishan.

Once spoken, the words are like water spilled – impossible to retrieve.

To hastily withdraw the command would only strip away his authority and damage his dignity.

A few soldiers, with faces like mourners, clutching their weapons, their arms trembling violently, sweat palm-bound.

They cautiously crept towards Lin Fan, gingerly, testing the approach.

Lin Fan shook his head in resignation, rolled his eyes, and coldly chuckled.

"Move quickly! Stop dawdling! If you're going to seize me, then do it, don't stutter around! You're truly cowardly."

"General Mo Qian, is this how your trained soldiers are?"

"In my opinion, your reputation for victory over battle is built on fighting three-year-olds! With soldiers trained to be this timid."

As he spoke, he raised his hands.

The soldiers thought he was going to attack, so frightened that they retreated several steps, nearly stumbling onto the ground.

What a sight!

Mo Qian's expression turned extremely ugly, his face alternating between livid green and pig liver red, sometimes as black as ink.

As commander of a million-strong army, a Dao Venerate of the Seventh Layer, unable to deal with a mere Ninth Rank Saint Emperor, and being counter-mocked, such humiliation.

Where is the dignity?!

"I see you're tired of living!"

Before Mo Qian could rage.

Mo Mo couldn't hold back!

His angry roar was like thunder, and he charged forward like a shooting star!

Clang!

Mo Mo charged towards Lin Fan, military saber drawn!

"Give up your life!"

Cleaving the void!

Sound explosion!

Fast! Accurate! Vicious! Steady!

The military saber slashed horizontally, tearing through the air, aiming for Lin Fan's waist.

What a vicious killing move!

Ready to cleave him in half!

Mo Qian's body trembled, wanting to stop it, but it was too late.

If Lin Fan dies, Mo Chen is bound to be furious!

He still fears Mo Chen.

But as the commander of a million troops, Lin Fan challenged him again and again, despising the military might.

This is intolerable!

By the time of the triumphant return, just make up a reason for the loss of morale to brush it off.

Mo Chen probably won't make things difficult for him over an outsider.

Thinking of this.

Mo Qian steadied himself, feeling justified.

He even raised a self-satisfied smile at the corners of his mouth.

Calmly he watched Lin Fan, who was about to be cut down.

Lin Fan remained unmoved.

Steady as Taishan.

The wind brought by Mo Mo's sprint lightly lifted the hem of his clothes, lifting and swaying.

The swift and powerful knife was right before his eyes!

A ferocious and terrifying face came rushing in!

Hmph.

A cold sneer.

"Foolish, you want to take me on, you're not worthy!"

Mo Qian was stunned, his body stiff.

At this moment! Lin Fan actually... still so arrogant!

Call it arrogance, yet there was no expression on his face, his calmness was suffocating.

Mo Qian's heart felt like it was suddenly gripped tightly, his body tensed sharply.

Last words!

These must be his last words!

How could this kid possibly...

Before the thought settled.

Suddenly!

Lin Fan narrowed his eyes, a strange, cold light.

The fingers behind his back flicked lightly.

Ding.

A fraction of a breath.

So fast it's chilling!

So fast that the eyes couldn't keep up!

So fast there was no reaction at all!

The military knife spun in the air.

Reflecting the sunlight, it shot dazzlingly into everyone's eyes.

Bam!

Mo Qian heard a noise beside him and was startled!

He looked down.

Gasped with a cold breath!

Flabbergasted!

Just a breath ago, Mo Mo, who was attacking Lin Fan from dozens of meters away.

At this very moment, lay beside him.

Grimacing in pain.

Sweating profusely, pale-faced.

"This... this... this..."

Mo Qian's voice trembled in disbelief.

"Mo Mo!"

With a loud shout, he hurriedly squatted down.

All the soldiers.

Trembled all over, and fear arose spontaneously!

Their eyes seemed about to pop out of their sockets, looking at Lin Fan in horror.

As silent as cicadas in winter.

And Lin Fan, at some point, had already walked up to the two men.

"Relax, he won't die, I haven't killed him."

Lin Fan's voice was like a lightning bolt, piercing through Mo Qian's body.

Like thunder striking from the clear sky.

Mo Qian seemed to have been cast with an Immobilization Spell, only his neck could move, slowly turning towards Lin Fan.

That gaze, like seeing a ghost!

Fear!

Panic!

Intimidation!

"You, what on earth do you want?!"

"General Mo Qian, it's funny for you to ask that, it was you who attacked me first, yet you ask what I want. I haven't even asked what you guys want."

"Someone! Take him down for me!"

"Give it a rest, see if they dare to move."

Lin Fan clicked his tongue, rolled his eyes, and pouted.

The soldiers all looked like wooden figures.

Not daring to move, not daring to move.

Mo Qian exasperatedly sprang to his feet, closing in on Lin Fan, lowering his voice, trembling slightly yet with a menacing tone.

"Who exactly are you, what is your purpose?"

Word by word, through gritted teeth.

"The General is overthinking. I'm just Lin Fan, entrusted by Clan Leader Mo Chen, to take care of and protect the little princess. What purpose could I have?"

Lin Fan shrugged, looking relaxed and at ease.

Suddenly.

The ease disappeared, his gaze turned cold.

"But General, what exactly is your purpose, insisting on putting me to death?"