Chapter 485: Clash
The two finally clashed. Lin Feng threw a punch, unleashing a biting gale from his fist!
Night Blade attacked at the same time. Their fists collided with a dull thud, and both men staggered backward.
"You can really take a punch."
Lin Feng said, looking at Night Blade across from him. He didn't dare to relax in the slightest. Night Blade was incredibly strong, and he couldn't afford to be careless for even a moment.
"You're not bad yourself, to have pushed me this far."
Night Blade snorted coldly.
Lin Feng didn't reply. He was completely focused, not daring to let his attention waver for an instant.
He knew Night Blade was no ordinary person; he had to give it his all. His only worry now was that he would be injured or killed.
At that moment, Night Blade charged forward again, smashing a fist toward him. The Fist Gang howled, letting out an ear-piercing shriek as it tore through the air.
Not to be outdone, Lin Feng raised his own fist to meet the blow.
"BAM!"
The two massive fists met in mid-air, followed by the sound of splintering bone. Incredibly, both Lin Feng's and Night Blade's arms had been broken.
"CRACK!"
With a sharp crack, both men fell back several steps. Faces contorted in pain, it was clear they had both sustained serious injuries.
But a cold glint flashed in Night Blade's eyes. He could clearly feel that Lin Feng was in much better condition than he was. 'If this keeps up,' he thought, 'I'll be the one to lose.' That was a reality he refused to accept.
Lin Feng's eyes narrowed. He could feel an icy gaze lock onto him. 'Night Blade is throwing caution to the wind.'
"Even if I suffer grievous injuries, I will exterminate a menace like you today! Now, die!"
Night Blade's voice was ice-cold, a mad glint in his eyes. He no longer cared that this was the designated area for the various Hidden Clans to hold their discussions.
'I have to risk it all,' he knew. 'I've been preparing this move for a long time. All I want is to finish Lin Feng. As long as he's dead, it doesn't matter if I'm exposed.'
After all, those few Patriarchs had told him that once the Murong Clan was annihilated, he could directly claim thirty percent of their wealth!
Thirty percent of the wealth of a Hidden Clan with a thousand-year legacy—the temptation was simply too great. At this point, he no longer planned to capture Lin Feng alive; his mind was already filled with visions of that thirty-percent fortune...
Meanwhile, the corners of Lin Feng's mouth curled into a slight smile. He had noticed that although Night Blade's aura had grown stronger again, he could sense a distinct instability within it.
"Do you really think your Secret Technique can last until the end? How naive!"
Lin Feng said coolly, his tone laced with disdain.
Night Blade froze for a moment upon hearing this, but his expression quickly turned vicious. 'Since I've been exposed, I have no choice but to bet everything on this. Even if the Secret Technique fails, I must kill Lin Feng!'
"WHOOSH!"
Night Blade's figure blurred, and in the next instant, he appeared at Lin Feng's side, lashing out with a kick aimed straight at Lin Feng's throat.
"BAM!"
Night Blade's assault was as swift as lightning, but Lin Feng managed to block it. A sweeping kick from Night Blade sent Lin Feng flipping back into the distance.
His feet barely touching the ground, Night Blade gave chase, relentlessly pursuing Lin Feng. But every one of his attacks was blocked by Lin Feng's fists.
Lin Feng's arms became a blur in the air, unleashing a barrage of Fist Seals imbued with terrifying power that rained down on Night Blade.
Night Blade weaved left and right in mid-air, perfectly blocking the glow from Lin Feng's fists each time. The two continued to fight as they flew backward.
Night Blade's eyes grew wide. He couldn't believe that Lin Feng was able to handle so many of his attacks.
Lin Feng's Fist Technique was practically flawless. The force of his punches was even more incisive than his own Assassination Technique, leaving him with the feeling that there was no opening to exploit.
Beads of sweat formed on Night Blade's forehead. Lin Feng's fists fell like raindrops, and he had no way to dodge them. The pressure on him soared.
Lin Feng's expression was grim as well. Night Blade was now fighting with all his might, and this high-intensity assault was a massive drain on Lin Feng's energy.
He knew he wasn't in a particularly good position either.
Night Blade was fighting with a complete disregard for his own stamina. In such a fierce, close-quarters brawl, the first to make a mistake would lose the initiative, and the consequences of that were all too clear.
He had to admit, Night Blade was a tenacious opponent, and he was now being suppressed.
Suddenly, Night Blade's figure vanished. Lin Feng's brow furrowed. Night Blade's speed had increased again. He instantly became wary—it was second nature to him.
"SHING!"
A streak of black light flashed past Night Blade's fingertips, and a short sword appeared in his hand.
The gleaming edge of the blade was already slashing toward Lin Feng's neck. All warmth had vanished from Night Blade's eyes, leaving only a sinister chill!
"RIP!"
The blade tore through Lin Feng's clothes, leaving a long gash, but it only cut the fabric and failed to harm his skin.
"Hmm?"
Night Blade was stunned. He had been planning this sneak attack for a long time and had even used a Secret Technique, yet Lin Feng had still blocked it. In that instant, he knew he had underestimated Lin Feng. His opponent's strength far exceeded his expectations!
"Your Secret Technique should be ending soon, shouldn't it? I'm looking forward to the disappointed look on your face."
Lin Feng said calmly, his focus absolute. Although the blade hadn't broken his skin, he had clearly perceived Night Blade's momentary stiffness.
Night Blade's eyes darted around. He knew, of course, that Lin Feng was right—the time limit on his Secret Technique was almost up. His face gradually darkened, and his gaze toward Lin Feng filled with hatred.
"You're clever, but you're still not good enough!"
After saying this, Night Blade gritted his teeth. A black pill suddenly appeared in his hand, and he threw his head back and swallowed it.
Instantly, Night Blade's body began to tremble. His capillaries ruptured, and fine trickles of blood seeped from his skin, making him look utterly ferocious.
It was as if a fire was burning inside him. Veins bulged across his corded muscles, and his already immense power began to surge once more!
"ARGH!"
A world-shaking roar erupted. Night Blade seemed like a completely different person, his entire body radiating a suffocating pressure.
Lin Feng's pupils contracted sharply. 'What did Night Blade just take? It's unleashed his latent power!'
But Lin Feng remained standing his ground, not a trace of fear on his face. He simply watched Night Blade quietly.
He knew that Night Blade was now even more terrifyingly powerful.