Peerless Divine Doctor in the City of Flowers
Chapter 108: Honoring the Military Spirit, Eternal as Day

Chapter 108: Chapter 108: Honoring the Military Spirit, Eternal as Day

In the dilapidated slums.

The smell of blood was pungent.

Dozens of people lay on the ground, none able to get up.

Mutilated limbs had become the norm.

Such terrifying combat power rendered the remaining hundreds too scared to approach.

They watched in terror as Lin Fan stepped forward.

The murderous aura emanating from him had already frightened them out their wits.

"Who sent you!"

Jiangning’s face turned ashen, his fists clenched tightly.

Known as the Ancient Evil, he was a figure who could fight hundreds by himself.

But based on Lin Fan’s recent actions, he knew he had encountered a master.

This was someone Jiangning had never seen before.

"Don’t you know who you’ve offended?"

Lin Fan looked coldly at the towering figure of Qiao Chushan before him.

True to his name, he looked like a mountain.

Over two meters tall and weighing over three hundred pounds.

Just standing there, he exerted immense pressure.

"I’ve offended many, but you seem capable, truly notable. How about joining me in conquering the world? I can offer you more than your boss can!"

Despite Lin Fan having destroyed his beloved.

Chu Qiao Mountain knew this was an absolutely formidable general.

If he could get his help.

Jiangning would be easily taken.

"What are you compared to my boss? You’re nothing but a fart."

Lin Fan snorted coldly.

"Don’t be shortsighted. What your boss has isn’t necessarily yours, but I can give you more than you currently have. Besides, you should have heard of my reputation. The consequences of being my enemy are more severe than you can imagine. Why not join me? We can consider this a meeting forged in battle. Reveal your strength so I can see who your boss is."

Qiao Chushan sneered.

In Jiangning, who dared not give him face?

"I belong to the War Department. How does that compare to the Qiao family?"

A smirk played at the corner of Lin Fan’s mouth.

Even the most powerful of families are nothing before the state.

"The War Department!"

Li Weile trembled involuntarily when he heard this.

The strength of this backing was beyond human comparison.

"So what if it’s the War Department? At best, you’re just a pawn. You risk your life for a few pieces of silver. I’ll say it again, work for me and you will want for nothing. This is my card, with a million limit, just call me boss, and it’s yours. But if you cross me, I’ll make sure you have no grave to lay in!"

Qiao Chushan pulled out a gold card from his pocket and tossed it to Lin Fan.

It was both an offer and a threat.

He believed no one could resist such temptation.

"A million, that’s interesting."

Lin Fan caught the bank card in his hand.

With a disdainful smile, he said, "My identity is a secret. Do you know why I’d tell you that?"

"Because you want to work for me?"

At these words, Qiao Chushan revealed a pleased smile.

He hadn’t expected to recruit a fierce general today.

"It’s because the dead don’t talk secrets!"

A cold smile crossed Lin Fan’s lips.

He raised his right hand and flicked his finger sharply.

The gold card shot through the air.

"Pfft!"

In a millisecond, Li Weile grabbed his neck, eyes wide.

The thin bank card had pierced his throat.

Severing his airway and major artery.

Now, he couldn’t even scream for help.

In agony, he mouthed silently, spewing a mouthful of fresh blood.

Then he fell into a pool of his own blood.

"You... you dare to kill..."

Chushan never imagined Lin Fan would act on his words so rashly.

Especially with that terrifying finger strength—a killer move even from ten meters away.

"You must die for the military soul to rest in peace. Today, I will honor the military soul with your head!"

Lin Fan no longer wasted words and charged forward.

His right fist swung out, aiming directly for Chu Qiao Mountain’s throat.

"Damn it, think I’m a sick cat just because Laozi doesn’t get angry? Today, you’ll witness just how formidable Laozi can be!"

Chu Qiao Mountain, enraged and ashamed, also clenched his fist and advanced toward Lin Fan.

His fame at a young age was due to his natural brute strength.

Especially his fist skills; he hadn’t slacked off in decades.

Hs calloused knuckles, hard as iron from years of training.

"Damn, a fistfight, this kid’s arm is gonna get broken!"

"Competing in fist strength with the ancient brute, this kid’s courting death."

"Our boss’s arms are thicker than his thighs, he’s done for this time!"

As the two fists collided, the security guards around them speculated.

But before they could finish speaking,

a sound of breaking bones followed by a scream echoed through the air.

However, it wasn’t Lin Fan who screamed.

It was the burly Chu Qiao Mountain.

The right fist he took pride in had been grotesquely deformed.

His entire arm twisted unnaturally.

The white bones of his forearm snapped out,

piercing through the skin, blood spraying everywhere.

"My hand...my hand..."

Clutching his broken right arm, Chu Qiao Mountain cried out in disbelief.

Having roamed the martial world for years, more than ten people had died under his fist.

But this time, it was like striking an iron wall.

"Hey, here it comes again!"

Lin Fan’s face showed no sign of pain.

His left fist surged out, smashing towards his throat.

This time, Chu Qiao Mountain didn’t dare to meet the blow head-on.

He could only open his left hand, attempting to wrap around the incoming fist.

At the same time, his right foot shot out, prepared to counterattack on momentum’s shift.

"Can you block it?"

Lin Fan snorted coldly.

His left fist powered through, slamming into the root of his palm with raw force.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of breaking bones.

Even trying to block, he couldn’t withstand the vast Inner Strength.

Chu Qiao Mountain’s left arm also snapped instantly.

But before he could cry out in pain, the right foot he kicked was blocked by Lin Fan’s left leg.

At the same time, his right foot followed through, kicking at the knee of Chu Qiao Mountain’s supporting left leg.

"Crack!"

The sound of snapping bones; hands and feet were broken in an instant.

Chu Qiao Mountain’s bear-like body crashed straight to the ground.

Seeing his bloodied state, no subordinate security guards dared to approach.

After all, Li Weile’s corpse wasn’t even cold yet.

Some even took to their heels and fled.

"If Chu’s brute strength is all you’ve got, it’s hardly enough to be renowned for eons."

Lin Fan moved forward, stepping on Chu Qiao Mountain’s chest.

The cold gleam in his eyes was filled with endless murderous intent.

"You...you’ve messed with the wrong man... If something happens to me... you won’t get off easy!"

The pain didn’t make Chu Qiao Mountain submit.

He knew begging was useless and had to resist to the end.

"Then I’m eager to see just how hard times will get for me since I’m the kind of person who can’t enjoy a comfortable life!"

Lin Fan pressed down slightly with his foot.

Chu Qiao Mountain instantly struggled to breathe.

His complexion turned even whiter.

"The Qiao family will never let you go... If you have the guts, kill me... I’ll wait for you in hell... The Qiao family will surely kill all those close to you... Anyone related to you will not escape."

Chu Qiao Mountain used his last bit of strength to roar out these words.

Suddenly, the pressure on his chest lessened.

Lin Fan actually lifted his foot.

Could it be, he was going to spare his life?