Urban Divine Doctor Descends the Mountain Chapter 2824 - 2823: They’re All Frightened!

An overwhelming Sword Intent permeated the entire battlefield, originating from Lin Dong.

Lin Dong's gaze, cutting like a blade, swept over Gale Queen, the Golden Buddha Kuerzan, Dragon Knight Vincent, and Lei. Each moment his eyes lingered felt like an announcement of destiny.

First, Lin Dong's penetrating stare fixed upon Gale Queen. Renowned for her swift movements and unparalleled archery, she now seemed ensnared by an unseen Grim Reaper, her entire being trembling uncontrollably.

Her eyes widened in profound horror, a fear far surpassing any she'd felt facing legions of soldiers.

Gale Queen stumbled back several paces, each step an immense effort, as if the very ground had turned to yielding marsh.

She inwardly acknowledged the grim reality: should Lin Dong unleash his sword, even her considerable defenses would prove insufficient.

This suffocating tension and fear dwarfed any she had experienced when taking her first life; it was a direct confrontation with the chilling finality of death.

Yet, Lin Dong's gaze held on her for only a fleeting instant before sliding away like flowing water, shifting its focus to Kuerzan.

Kuerzan, startled, immediately clasped his hands together, murmuring, "Amitabha, heaven cherishes life. Benefactor, please refrain from bloodshed."

His voice, though quivering, carried a palpable plea born of fear.

Despite a lifetime steeped in countless acts of violence, he now desperately invoked Buddhist chants, imploring Lin Dong's mercy, clinging to the hope that the sword would bypass him.

Nevertheless, Lin Dong's gaze merely passed over him, moving on once more.

Subsequently, Lin Dong's attention was drawn to Dragon Knight Vincent.

An icy dread coursed through Vincent's veins, causing the Flood Dragon beneath him to shudder violently.

The Flood Dragon's eyes reflected sheer terror, seemingly sensing the destructive aura radiating from Lin Dong.

Vincent's grip tightened on his sword's hilt, his hands betraying his tension with a slight tremor, as he fought to maintain a semblance of composure against the rising tide of inner fear.

Yet, Lin Dong's gaze lingered only briefly before continuing its search for the next individual.

At last, Lin Dong's eyes settled upon Lei.

In that instant, Lei's complexion drained of all color, as if staring into the abyss of his own demise.

Despair and terror were etched deeply into his features. Lei

harbored the terrifying certainty that he might be the ultimate target of Lin Dong's impending sword strike.

He tried to engage his mind, to rationally deduce a method of defense.

But the overwhelming fear consumed his thoughts like a ravenous black hole, paralyzing him, rendering any effective countermeasure impossible.

The reason was simple: the Sword Momentum of that singular strike was simply too formidable. Even his most potent defensive techniques would be utterly useless – akin to a gnat attempting to halt a runaway chariot.

Within this arena dominated by Lin Dong's Sword Intent, his gaze acted as a Sword of Judgment, instilling in everyone present an unprecedented and crushing sense of fear and hopelessness.

Yet, Lin Dong's ultimate choice remained obscured, like a faint glimmer of light lost in a dense fog.

And this unresolved sword strike hung in the air, an even more potent threat.

As if intensifying the dread already gripping them.

The agonizing uncertainty stemmed from the fact that none of the four could predict whose name would be called for this devastating blow.

Indeed, the most profound fear often arises from the unknown.

This element of probabilistic uncertainty amplified the terror tenfold.

Upon this battlefield, thick with tension and apprehension, Lin Dong's momentary stillness resembled the eerie calm preceding a silent tempest.

It held the four individuals – Gale Queen, Golden Buddha Kuerzan, Dragon Knight Vincent, and Lei – in a state of agonizing suspense.

The very air seemed to thicken, each passing second amplifying the unbearable pressure.

"Lei, your demise is at hand." Lin Dong's voice finally resonated, deep and awe-inspiring like the decree of an ancient god of death, striking directly and unerringly into the core of Lei's being.

These words, like a crushing blow from a colossal hammer, shattered the last vestiges of luck and hope within Lei's heart.

Lei's body convulsed violently, a fragile leaf caught in a biting, wintry gale, utterly helpless.

Without a second's hesitation, he summoned his most powerful Defensive Magic Treasure: a shield radiating a dark luminescence, adorned with intricate runes and crackling with contained lightning.

As he manifested his defense, Lei’s eyes flickered rapidly towards the other three, his voice strained with urgency and desperate appeal:

"You three, lend me your strength! Help me withstand this strike!"

Even after activating his ultimate defense, a gnawing lack of confidence plagued him.

His tone was heavy with helplessness and despair, placing his final hope on these fleeting companions.

However, his desperate plea was met only by an icy silence.

Dragon Knight Vincent was the first to respond, his voice laced with a disturbing hint of amusement and detachment: "Lei, did you not claim he was merely posturing? Go on then, prove whether he is bluffing."

Vincent's words dripped with schadenfreude; he had no intention of risking himself to aid Lei, for none wished to be the next casualty of that lethal sword.

Though Gale Queen and Golden Buddha Kuerzan remained silent, their expressions clearly conveyed their unwillingness to intervene.

Each of them took several steps back, a clear distance forming between them and Lei. In this deadly game, they silently proclaimed they'd rather be observers than active players.

A chill permeated Lei's heart as he witnessed their retreat.

He understood their withdrawal wasn't born from personal animosity but a strategic move to ensure their own survival.

After all, considering the formidable strength Lin Dong had just displayed, even a combined effort from the three might struggle to withstand the might of that sword strike.

More critically, they recognized that Lin Dong himself would likely face severe strain if he attempted to wield such a powerful sword continuously.

This implied that if the sword's full force were directed at Lei, he alone would suffer the fatal consequences, leaving the other three to claim the spoils of victory once the dust settled.

On the precipice of life and death, the raw edges of human selfishness and apathy were laid bare.

Though they stood as temporary allies, under the pressure of absolute self-interest, such bonds proved as fragile as delicate ice, shattering at the slightest touch.

It was evident they had no intention of risking their lives for Lei!

Lei could only cast a helpless gaze forward, confronting the impending judgment of the God of Death alone, his heart overwhelmed with a profound sense of regret and despair.

"You must be bluffing! This sword is merely a show; if I block it, Lin Dong, you'll be finished!"

Lei finally let out a desperate cry.

Nevertheless, Lin Dong's expression remained utterly composed.

Observing Lei's descent into 'nonsensical babbling' out of fear, he offered a faint smile and stated:

"Then allow me to demonstrate whether I am truly bluffing!"

As these words left his lips, Lin Dong's sword began its descent.

"Sword Two!!!"

This move represented Lin Dong's most potent trump card at present.

With this very technique, he had previously vanquished members of the Dark Family, the formidable Macaron – a figure ranked among the first tier under Secondary Ancestors – and Xue Chen of the Blood Clan.

It was true that, at the time of those encounters, his opponents were at their absolute limit, critically weakened.

Yet, 'Sword Two' had brought about their swift demise in mere moments!

And this time, Lin Dong's 'Sword Two' was aimed solely at one individual: Lei!