"Grandmaster?" Lu Fan's eyes narrowed slightly. If he wasn't mistaken, this staggering, somewhat gaunt old man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks should be a Grandmaster. The aura he exuded was somewhat similar to the two old men beside Old Master Bai.
A Grandmaster, and carrying killing intent, Lu Fan's lips curled into a grimace. This person must be here for him! Could it be the Lin family again? It seemed Wang Cheng's concern for Liu Ruyan's safety was justified.
"Is there something you need, old sir?" Lu Fan took two steps forward, blocking the old man's path and asking.
"To see a doctor!" The old man also stopped, two sharp glints flashing in his eyes as he looked Lu Fan up and down.
"What illness does the old sir have?"
"Homicidal Tendencies!"
"Oh! Homicidal tendencies are a type of madness. Easily treated," Lu Fan said calmly.
"Hmph, hmph, hmph... You are the miracle doctor Lu Fan!?" The old man's lips revealed a cold sneer as he suddenly asked.
"Don't you already have my photo? Why ask," Lu Fan retorted, his gaze already piercing through the old man's pocket, spotting a photograph. The person in the photo was himself.
"Oh! You really are a miracle doctor! Good... good... then please examine me!" A killing intent flashed in the old man's eyes, and with a whoosh, he suddenly lunged to grab Lu Fan's wrist.
The old man's hands were as thin as chicken claws, with bones protruding from every joint. Yet, they carried immense power, and even before his fingers touched Lu Fan's skin, a stinging sensation was felt. Moreover, the speed was astonishing. The onlookers nearby hadn't even registered what was happening before the old man was already in front of Lu Fan.
Where was the staggering gait from just moments ago?
Was this old man here to cause trouble?!
Damn it! They were talking fine just now, why did he suddenly attack?
*Slap...* Lu Fan stood there, unmoving. His palm instantly flipped, and he firmly grasped the skinny old man's wrist. With a slight squeeze of his fingers, he held the withered wrist tightly.
"Old sir, your pulse is a 'cu' pulse. 'Cu' signifies urgency, a rapid beat that pauses; like a stumbling gait, advancing leads to death," Lu Fan said calmly, his hand still gripping the old man's wrist.
"Hmph! I am Cang Weng, the Soul Snatcher with Thin Fingers. I have always taken others' lives and extinguished their souls. I have never retreated," Cang Weng with Thin Fingers snorted coldly. Although shocked that this brat in front of him could actually grab his wrist, he had killed countless people in his life. How could he be intimidated by such a green-faced kid?
*Whoosh...* With Cang Weng's cold snort, a surge of power flowed from his arm to his palm. With a twist of his wrist, he intended to reverse the grip and capture Lu Fan's hand.
"Hmph!" Lu Fan stopped wasting words. Since the other party was determined to kill him, there was no need for further pleasantries. If not for the large number of people present, Lu Fan would have liked to eliminate this old fellow directly. It was always best to nip such threats in the bud.
However, with so many people around, causing trouble would be difficult to resolve, which was why Lu Fan hadn't delivered a killing blow. But this did not mean Lu Fan would let this old fellow off the hook.
*Whoosh...*
Just as Cang Weng with Thin Fingers was about to reverse his grip, Lu Fan didn't let go. He slightly bent his body and suddenly spun rapidly, using Cang Weng's momentum to push him away. *Click...* With a soft sound, Cang Weng's arm was instantly dislocated.
"Ah..." The skinny old man let out a soft cry. His other hand quickly shot towards Lu Fan, attempting to strike him.
Lu Fan hastily released his grip and retreated slightly, dodging Cang Weng's attack.
*Whoosh...* Cang Weng suddenly flung his dislocated arm, spun his body around, and with a *crack, crack...* his arm was put back into place.
"Holy crap! This old guy is amazing! He can just pop his arm back in with a flick."
"Get lost! I'd say the miracle doctor is even more amazing. He could yank his arm off in an instant."
More and more onlookers gathered. Wang Hai and others from the county hospital were delighted to see someone coming to trouble Lu Fan. If someone could cripple this kid, the hotel's medicinal cuisine would be completely finished, and they wouldn't have to beg Lin Fang to return to the hospital.
"Old guy... kill him! Kill him!" Wang Hai shouted excitedly from the side.
Meanwhile, Bai Xuemei, Fan Xue'er, and Lin Fang stood nervously at the hotel entrance. Everyone could see that Lu Fan was in trouble.
"Hmph! You've got some skills! Then let me show you my real abilities," Lu Fan sneered coldly from the side. He suddenly charged forward, and with a *whoosh*, he kicked towards Cang Weng.
Cang Weng's expression changed. He hadn't expected Lu Fan's kick to be so fast. He hurriedly used his arm to block.
*Bang...* *Bang...* *Bang...* Unexpectedly, Lu Fan delivered three kicks in rapid succession. All three kicks landed on Cang Weng's forearm, and with a *thump, thump, thump...* Cang Weng retreated four or five steps before stabilizing himself, his face extremely grim.
After all, he was seventy years old and had encountered many strong individuals. Very few people had managed to force him back so many steps. He hadn't expected such a young brat to push him back.
However, what surprised him even more was yet to come. After delivering the three kicks, Lu Fan didn't stop. His figure flickered, and his fists shot out, unleashing a flurry of punches.
This speed was all honed by Lu Fan through his battles with those stone figures. Facing the attacks of twelve stone figures simultaneously, he relied on his speed to hold on for a short while, even depleting his internal energy. He hadn't expected there to be benefits; it felt so good to attack others with this speed now!
*Bang, bang, bang...* Cang Weng hurriedly swung his fists again to block, but it was a fraction too late. *Bang...* *Bang, bang...* Cang Weng's shoulder and chest were successively hit by Lu Fan. With a *thump, thump, thump...* Cang Weng was sent flying back more than ten steps, finally collapsing to the ground with a *plop*.
*Pfft...* He spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Kid! You win!" Cang Weng got up from the ground and walked away unsteadily.
"Hey... what the heck... he's just leaving?" Wang Hai shouted in disappointment.
"Xiao Fan! No... is something wrong?" Bai Xuemei and the others rushed over, surrounding Lu Fan.
"It's nothing! This old guy is from the martial world; he won't call the police!" Lu Fan knew Bai Xuemei was worried that if someone called the police, the trouble might escalate.
"However! I really want to teach these guys a lesson now." Lu Fan suddenly looked towards Wang Hai and the others. Although he was fighting, he could clearly hear the conversations of the people around him. Wang Hai was simply asking for a beating. Damn it! He wanted me dead!
Lu Fan turned and walked towards Wang Hai and the others.