Chapter 491: Ruthless
But he wouldn't give up so easily, because Lin Feng was convinced he could win!
BAM!
Lin Feng and Night Blade were locked in a tangled battle under the moonlight, trading blows back and forth. Every strike was fierce and vicious, and each exchange forced them both to retreat several yards.
Lin Feng's gaze was icy cold, while Night Blade's expression was dark and grim. Lin Feng's strength was truly shocking to him, but it also made him all the more excited.
From his perspective, this was the only kind of fight with any real substance. Lin Feng was putting pressure on him, just as he was on Lin Feng.
Throughout the battle with Lin Feng, his martial skills were slowly improving, while Lin Feng felt the pressure mounting.
He was finally beginning to understand that Night Blade's true strength was even greater than he had imagined. He had completely underestimated him before.
Though Night Blade appeared calm, Lin Feng could still catch the deep-seated excitement hidden in his eyes. He was thrilled by his fierce battle with Lin Feng.
Night Blade was incredibly fast and his movements were eerily unpredictable. Every sudden assault he launched was steeped in potent killing intent.
Lin Feng was having a very hard time fending him off, and he gradually noticed that their battle had shifted to the lakeside.
Fighting so fiercely at the water's edge was extremely dangerous for them.
HUP!
With a furious shout, Night Blade moved like a phantom, charging Lin Feng as fast as lightning. Lin Feng's brow furrowed in response.
He could tell that Night Blade was much faster this time. He knew his opponent was finally taking this completely seriously.
SWISH!
Night Blade snatched Lin Feng's treasured longsword. By the time Lin Feng tried to pull it back, it was already too late. The attack caught him off guard, but he did not panic.
SHLICK!
A gash was torn open on Lin Feng's shoulder. Bright red blood instantly sprayed out, staining his clothes as it continued to stream down his arm.
This sight made Night Blade pause. He was completely shocked that Lin Feng had been wounded; this was not at all what he'd expected.
After all, Lin Feng was just a Mortal Martial Artist in his twenties. How could he possibly contend with him?
But from the looks of it now, Lin Feng was not as weak as he had thought.
Lin Feng glanced at the wound on his shoulder, a result of Night Blade's surprise attack moments ago.
Even though he hadn't let his guard down against his opponent, he had still been injured. It was nothing serious, though. Lin Feng didn't pay the small wound much mind.
Just then, Lin Feng looked coldly at Night Blade, his eyes flashing with a cold light.
Night Blade was also surprised. He had obviously inflicted the wound on Lin Feng's shoulder, but what he couldn't understand was why Lin Feng hadn't even grunted in pain.
But just then, Lin Feng smiled. He now knew what to do. Night Blade's speed was truly terrifying.
But he wasn't an idiot. Now that he had guessed Night Blade's objective, he was sure he could find a way to counter it.
With a flicker of his body, Lin Feng vanished. When he reappeared, he was already in front of Night Blade, bringing his sword down in a slash.
The sword strike sent a chill through Night Blade's heart, but he didn't panic. Instead, he clenched his right fist in front of his chest.
He thrust it forward suddenly, and the fierce energy from the blow caused the surrounding leaves to flutter down.
CLACK!
With a soft sound, Lin Feng's treasured longsword hacked directly onto Night Blade's Gloves, but surprisingly, it didn't leave a single mark.
Just as Lin Feng tried to attack again with his longsword, Night Blade's figure suddenly appeared on his other side. A whip-like kick swept across and struck Lin Feng's ribs, sending him flying.
CRUNCH!
Lin Feng blocked the blow with one arm, but the kick still connected, leaving his arm trembling slightly.
Having sent Lin Feng flying with a single move, Night Blade's gaze hardened. Lin Feng had actually blocked his incomparably powerful kick, but such a result was within his expectations.
He knew that in his current state, Lin Feng was no longer a threat. Still, remembering his display of strength, even Night Blade didn't dare to be overconfident.
Night Blade's kick had directly injured one of Lin Feng's arms and sent him flying.
But Lin Feng's expression remained grim. He knew he couldn't pause for even a moment. If he hesitated now, only death would await him.
And all this time, Lin Feng had been observing. He noticed that while Night Blade's speed was uncanny and his attacks were domineering...
...his flaws were also quite obvious. His physical strength was not particularly formidable—a conclusion Lin Feng had reached.
BAM!
Night Blade's figure spun rapidly, and he once again pointed a blade at Lin Feng. He knew he had to take Lin Feng down as quickly as possible, or he would be in trouble.
A trail of afterimages appeared. A faint, dark-green light glinted on the tip of Night Blade's blade. His attack speed was immense, and every strike seemed to seal off all of Lin Feng's escape routes.
Such speed forced Lin Feng onto the defensive; after all, Night Blade's current assault was too ferocious.
He had no choice but to defend. This next move was his trump card—the weapon he had kept hidden until now.
This was his final resort. If he could defeat Night Blade with this move, he could severely injure him, or perhaps even kill him.
Night Blade was startled to see Lin Feng dodge and then thrust a Short Blade at him, but he reacted in an instant.
He quickly retreated to the side. Lin Feng's attack was simply too sudden. If he took it head-on, even he would inevitably be injured.
BAM!
The ground where Night Blade had been standing was pierced through. But Night Blade's eyes narrowed, because Lin Feng was already attacking again at extreme speed. He was already at his side, the cold blade thrusting directly toward his chest.
TING!
With a flip of his wrist, Night Blade raised a dagger and caught the attacking blade, parrying Lin Feng's strike. He then floated backward a few steps.
The corners of Lin Feng's mouth lifted into a faint smile. He had known Night Blade would dodge. The first attack was merely a feint, meant to conceal his true killing move.
CLANG!
With a crisp clash of metal, the dagger in Night Blade's hand collided with the sword in Lin Feng's.
The corner of Night Blade's mouth curled up. With a flip of his palm, his dagger disengaged from Lin Feng's blade, and he immediately slashed toward Lin Feng's waist.
Lin Feng threw himself backward, barely avoiding the fatal blow. Fine beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. If he hadn't dodged quickly enough, he feared that strike would have sliced him in half at the waist.