Chapter 18 Divine Medical Skills! Butcher, I've chosen your way of dying!
Chapter 18 Divine Medical Skills! Butcher, I've chosen your way of dying!
Time passed quickly, and the day of the decisive battle was fast approaching.
The atmosphere in the capital was unusually somber that day.
The road leading to the "Dragon's Nest" stadium, built for the battle of the superhumans on the outskirts of the city, has been completely blocked since dawn.
Broadcast vans from hundreds of media outlets around the world, resembling giant steel pythons, were stationed outside the venue.
The venue was packed to capacity.
Those who can sit here are all top figures from the martial arts world, extraordinary forces, and even the political and business circles of various countries.
All eyes are on this, waiting to witness a showdown that could change the world order.
Backstage, in an extremely luxurious lounge.
"The Butcher" Gregory put on specially made fighting shorts. He did not warm up and sat still like a rock statue with his eyes closed.
Beneath his body, every muscle fiber was trembling slightly at a high frequency, radiating a terrifying pressure like that of an impending volcanic eruption.
His agent, a man with gold-rimmed glasses, was pacing back and forth anxiously, glancing at the Patek Philippe watch on his wrist countless times.
"Time's almost up! It's still deathly silent over in China. Is that 'Lord of the Courtyard' really going to be a coward?"
Gregory suddenly opened his eyes.
His pupils were not human black, but a scarlet mixed with bloodshot veins, burning with a beast-like fervor and excitement.
"He will come."
Gregory's voice sounded like frosted metal.
"I smelled... the scent of a powerful being. Though faint, it was terrifyingly pure."
He stuck out his tongue, licked his chapped lips, and gave a cruel smile.
"I crave... to tear him apart with my own hands!"
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On the other side, in the martial arts association's private lounge, the atmosphere was so heavy it could be squeezed out of water.
Li Zhenguo paced back and forth like an old lion trapped in a cage, his back soaked with cold sweat.
"How is it?! Have you contacted Mr. Lin yet?!" he roared at his assistant beside him.
"No...no." The assistant's face was deathly pale, and his voice trembled. "Miss Fang's phone is also unreachable. Our people who went to the alley reported that the courtyard gate was tightly shut, and even with the highest-precision life detector, it was completely silent inside—no signs of life whatsoever!"
"What?!"
Li Zhenguo was struck dumb, abruptly stopping in his tracks, his whole body ice-cold.
He fulfilled Lin Fan's every request a hundred times more than he could have.
The alleyway was paved to the standards of a state guest avenue; the power lines were military-grade dedicated lines; the enrollment of Grandpa Wang's grandson directly alarmed the Ministry of Education; and he dispatched an entire special forces team to watch over and harvest the tea leaves from the mother tree in Wuyishan.
But now, the person in question... has vanished into thin air?
If he were to stand up the whole world, Li Zhenguo would go from being a meritorious official to a sinner for all time in Chinese history!
"Explore again! Explore again at all costs!" Li Zhenguo roared, his eyes bloodshot.
he does not know.
At this moment, Lin Fan had just woken up in the courtyard.
Last night, Fang Qingxue's newly purchased 120-inch super-large LCD TV was delivered. The two of them watched classic old movies all night with great interest, and naturally they woke up late.
Lin Fan stretched, yawned, and walked out of the room, feeling refreshed.
the weather is nice today.
He walked to the center of the courtyard and silently recited his prayer.
"System, check-in."
[Ding! Today's check-in successful!]
[Host detected that they are about to participate in a highly anticipated duel, a battle that will determine the fate of Chinese medicine and martial arts for millennia! Special reward triggered!]
[Congratulations, host! You have obtained the complete inheritance of the *Shennong's Classic of Materia Medica*, Hua Tuo's *Qingnang Jing*, and the accompanying "Creation Golden Needles"!]
boom!
A torrent of information rushed into Lin Fan's mind.
But this time, it's not about martial arts that destroys cities and countries, but about the supreme mystery of "life" itself!
From Shennong tasting hundreds of herbs to identify their medicinal properties, to Hua Tuo, the ancestor of medicine, dissecting the heavens and earth and gaining profound wisdom in understanding the meridians and blood...
The entire understanding of "life" and "death" in China's thousands of years of civilization was now integrated into his soul.
Lin Fan's perspective has changed.
The world is instantly dismantled and reconstructed in his eyes.
The air is no longer empty, but a magnificent galaxy composed of countless dust particles and microorganisms.
The old locust tree in the courtyard is no longer just a piece of wood, but a flowing river of life, with emerald green life energy drawn from its roots and surging to the tip of every leaf.
He looked at Fang Qingxue beside him.
In his eyes, the girl transformed into a complex galaxy composed of countless meridians and light bands, with her vital energy surging like a long red river within it, and each heartbeat like the pulse of a gentle star.
Life held no secrets from him.
Meanwhile, in his system space, a set of gold needles, as thin as cicada wings and shimmering with a faint light, floated quietly.
The Golden Needle of Creation!
[Shennong's Classic of Materia Medica: Identifying, nurturing, and integrating the vital energies of all things under heaven.]
[The *Qing Nang Jing* & the Creation Golden Needle: Controlling life and death, reversing destiny. It can repair all damage and precisely dismantle the structure of life. One thought can lead to life, another to death.]
Lin Fan slowly opened his eyes, a strange light flashing in them.
God-like medical skills?
This reward... is much more interesting than just fighting and killing.
The power of the past was the art of destruction, which emphasized wiping everything out with absolute force.
Now, he has mastered the art of creation and manipulation.
With a thought, a golden needle appeared out of thin air at his fingertips.
He flicked a withered leaf at the stone table.
The golden needle transformed into an invisible stream of light, instantly piercing through the fallen leaves.
next moment.
The leaf, which had long been withered and brittle, suddenly showed a faint green glow in its dried veins.
The green light spread out like ink wash, quickly dispelling the decay and desolation of death.
In the blink of an eye, a fresh, dewy green leaf lay quietly on the stone table, as if it had just been picked from a branch in spring.
Lin Fan snapped his fingers again.
Another golden needle flew out.
The vitality on the green leaves was instantly drained, and they turned yellow and decayed even faster, eventually turning into a handful of indistinguishable ashes in the breeze.
Life and death are just a matter of his mind.
"The pleasure of smashing a piece of porcelain with a hammer is completely different from the pleasure of restoring it to dust by hand."
Lin Fan put away the golden needles with satisfaction, a playful smile playing on his lips.
Using this method to "entertain" that butcher would be a very interesting piece of performance art.
"Sir...shouldn't we...set off now?"
Beside her, Fang Qingxue, dressed in a smart black outfit and looking dashing, finally couldn't help but whisper a reminder.
The time on her phone showed that there was less than half an hour left before the start of the match.
It takes at least an hour to drive from here to "Dragon's Nest".
Oh no, I'm going to be late.
"What's the rush?" Lin Fan waved his hand dismissively. "Don't you know the rules? The main character always appears last."
He strolled into the kitchen, heated up a glass of milk for himself, ate an apple, and then changed into a clean white casual outfit, looking as leisurely as if he were going for a walk in the park.
"Let's go."
"Sir, the car... Chairman Li's car has been waiting at the alley entrance for almost three hours!" Fang Qingxue was so anxious she was almost crying.
"Sit on that thing? Are you going to get stuck in traffic?"
Lin Fan smiled, reached out, and grabbed Fang Qingxue's wrist.
"I'll show you a shortcut."
Fang Qingxue felt a gentle yet irresistible force envelop her, and before she could react, the entire world before her suddenly dissolved.
The ground beneath their feet vanished.
The surrounding courtyards, sky, and light all transformed into a chaotic torrent of colors, infinitely stretched, folded, and recombined.
A feeling of weightlessness, as if her soul were being ripped from her body, came over her, causing her to instinctively close her eyes tightly.
This process seemed to last forever, yet it also seemed to last less than a moment.
When she opened her eyes again, she was shocked to find that she and Lin Fan were standing on the huge silver dome of the "Dragon's Nest" stadium!
Beneath my feet, the deafening roar of tens of thousands of spectators filled the air.
In the distance, the bustling skyline of Beijing unfolds.
From the courtyard houses in the hutongs to the top of the stadium dozens of kilometers away.
step.
one second.
"This...this...is..." Fang Qingxue looked at Lin Fan, her mind blank, unable to utter a complete sentence.
Shrinking the earth to an inch? Space jump?
No, neither.
This is a movement that mortals cannot comprehend; it is a power possessed only by gods!
"What are you looking at? Let's go."
Lin Fan pulled her along, and with a leisurely stroll, they leaped down from the edge of the dome, which was dozens of meters high.
The two landed silently in a secluded corner of the backstage corridor, like two feathers, without disturbing anyone.
Fang Qingxue's heart almost jumped out of her throat.
She stared blankly at Lin Fan's calm, indifferent, and even slightly languid face, with only one thought in her mind.
That butcher...
That's so pitiful.
He didn't even know what dimension of existence he was about to face.
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