Lin Fan had no concerns anymore.
Only a fight to the death would do!
Everyone thought he was out of his mind, unclear-headed, only fools and madmen would stay; by now, he should have fled.
However, quite the opposite.
Only this way could Lin Fan find a glimmer of hope.
A person who loses their sanity often reveals many flaws, although Ling Wudeng had always been a calm person.
But no matter how calm, he was ultimately human.
Humans have emotions, have true feelings.
Lin Fan didn't know if Ling Wudeng would lose control, but given the current situation, he could only gamble.
Even the slightest change in emotion could reveal itself through movements, creating a tiny flaw.
Only by exploiting such a flaw.
Could Lin Fan have a chance to turn the tables!
So.
He wasn't muddleheaded, but rather thinking very clearly.
Lin Fan stared intently at Ling Wudeng's every movement, gripping the Xuanyuan Sword tightly.
Ling Wudeng's form was like black mist, elusive.
