Chapter 495: Sidestep
A roundhouse kick lashed out at Night Blade's chest, but he swiftly dodged to the side, evading the fatal blow.
But Lin Feng immediately pressed forward again. Another sweeping kick sent Night Blade flying sideways.
In the exchange, the long, black dagger left a shallow gash on Lin Feng's shoulder.
The blow wasn't serious, but for Lin Feng, the situation had still worsened.
Night Blade was too fast. In close-quarters combat like this, Lin Feng was at a disadvantage. After all, Night Blade had vast combat experience.
His physical conditioning was also superb. As a result, Lin Feng was forced onto the defensive.
This time, he was already using his full strength. He knew Night Blade was no simple foe and that he had to go all out, holding nothing back.
The man's fighting style was strange. His attacks were fierce, but they felt more like empty bluster. Lin Feng's own attacks were direct and heavy, with no flashy moves.
Yet even so, Lin Feng had him completely suppressed.
Night Blade's attacks were wild and vicious, but they possessed a fatal flaw—one that Lin Feng had already identified.
Night Blade's offensive repertoire consisted of hand-to-hand combat and his deadly dagger techniques.
But regardless of the method, all his attacks relied on explosive bursts of power.
And that proved it: Night Blade no longer had the stamina for a prolonged fight with him!
'Heh. Let's see just how far you can push yourself today!'
A sharp glint flashed in his eyes. Lin Feng's figure came to a sudden halt, then his right fist swung down, smashing toward Night Blade!
Night Blade leaped into the air and followed up with a downward chop—a move perfectly suited to his style of attack.
But just as Night Blade launched himself into the air, Lin Feng spun and aimed a side kick straight at his abdomen.
The corner of Night Blade's eye twitched. It was an easy attack to dodge, yet Lin Feng had chosen to use it anyway.
Just as Night Blade moved to dodge, he was horrified to find that Lin Feng's attack was already upon him. There was no chance to evade; he could only block for his life!
THUD!
The powerful kick slammed into Night Blade's abdomen, and the tip of Lin Feng's foot landed squarely on the dagger's pommel.
A sharp pain shot through Night Blade. He never imagined Lin Feng could be so cunning. He had expected Lin Feng to go for his throat, but instead, his target had been the pommel of the dagger.
BANG!
With a dull thud, Night Blade shot away like an arrow from a bow, sent flying by Lin Feng's kick. He crashed violently into a distant wall.
BOOM!
The sturdy wall instantly collapsed. Night Blade's body slumped to the ground, blood pouring from his mouth. He had clearly suffered severe internal injuries.
"Cough, cough... Cough, cough, cough..."
Clutching his chest, Night Blade struggled to lift his head and look at Lin Feng, his eyes filled with shock. Lin Feng's power was truly unfathomable.
If it weren't for the Secret Technique protecting him, he would have been killed instantly by Lin Feng's last attack.
"It seems your Secret Technique isn't working," Lin Feng said faintly, shaking his head.
At Lin Feng's words, Night Blade's gaze turned icy. He knew he had underestimated Lin Feng. He never thought Lin Feng would be able to see through his concealment!
This was one of his most prized secret arts; even experts at the Grandmaster Realm rarely saw through it.
The moment Lin Feng finished speaking, Night Blade lunged. At the same time, Lin Feng's figure vanished.
An instant later, Night Blade appeared where Lin Feng had just been standing, his black dagger plunged deep into the floorboards.
WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
Just then, two sharp whistles sounded. Night Blade's ears twitched. He flickered to the side just as two Meteor Darts grazed his cheek.
Lin Feng burst out from a pile of rubble. Night Blade had dodged the attack, but only by a hair's breadth.
PANT, PANT!
Night Blade panted heavily, growing more and more agitated as Lin Feng closed the distance between them.
Gathering his Inner Strength, Lin Feng swung his arms, his body moving like an agile fish as he shot toward Night Blade. This time, Lin Feng had no intention of a drawn-out fight; he was going in for close-quarters combat.
Night Blade knew there was still a gap in skill between him and Lin Feng, but, unwilling to show weakness, he charged forward as well. The black dagger in his hand became a flurry of cold glints that sought to envelop Lin Feng.
Night Blade pushed his Body Technique to its absolute limit, darting about the area like a crazed phantom.
This gave Lin Feng a great deal of trouble. Their speeds were both pushed to the extreme. In the span of a few blinks, they had already exchanged over a hundred blows, leaving Night Blade gasping for air.
'This Lin Feng's power is incredible,' he thought. 'He's far more difficult to handle than any opponent I've faced before.' His situation was becoming more and more precarious.
SWISH!
Lin Feng's palm strike hit empty air, but he didn't pause for a moment. He followed up with a backhand punch aimed straight at Night Blade's face, even as the assassin's black blade gave off a sinister, cold glint!
POW!
The punch landed squarely on the bridge of Night Blade's nose, and blood instantly gushed forth.
Lin Feng's next attack followed immediately, slamming into Night Blade's side and sending him flying!
But even as he was sent flying, a vicious look appeared on Night Blade's face. At the last possible moment, he flicked his right hand upward, slashing toward Lin Feng's abdomen!
TING!
In the nick of time, Lin Feng's body shifted uncannily to the side, easily dodging Night Blade's attack. He then used his momentum to flip in mid-air, completely nullifying the force of the desperate strike!
CRACK!
The force of Night Blade's slash tore apart the stone bricks behind Lin Feng. Seizing the opportunity, Lin Feng bent his left knee and slammed it heavily into Night Blade's stomach.
THUMP!
This time, Night Blade couldn't take it anymore. He collapsed, kneeling on the ground as a trickle of blood slid from the corner of his mouth.
"You've lost," Lin Feng said calmly, looking down at Night Blade.
"Cough, cough!"
Night Blade spat out a mouthful of foul blood, his eyes full of grim realization.
"How did you know my weakness?" he asked, his voice hoarse. "My concealment technique... even the Core Disciples of the so-called Hidden Clans can't see through it. So how could you?"