Chapter 504: Scram
Clutching his stomach, Qin Yang stared at Lin Feng, his face deathly pale.
"That's right. It's me."
Lin Feng nodded.
"Since it's you, my Qin Family must eliminate you today."
Qin Yang said as he slowly rose to his feet.
"Heh."
Lin Feng sneered at Qin Yang's words, his gaze turning icy as he looked at him.
"You should count yourself lucky. If I weren't in a good mood, you'd be a corpse right now."
The moment he finished speaking, Lin Feng lunged forward, his clenched fists aimed at Qin Yang's vital points!
"Damn it, kid! You really think I'm no match for you?!"
"I was just careless for a moment! Now, get back!"
Facing Lin Feng's ferocious approach, Qin Yang's eyes narrowed. With a furious roar, he shot forward in a single bound to meet Lin Feng's fists head-on!
"Get lost!"
Qin Yang bellowed as he channeled all his Inner Strength. A terrifying wave of power rippled from his body, forcing the nearby Qin Clan Members, who had been waiting for an opening, to stumble back a few steps.
"Kneel before me!"
Qin Yang clenched his fists and unleashed a sweeping blow, as if to mow down an entire army, smashing toward Lin Feng.
"You alone?"
Fearlessly, Lin Feng met the attack head-on. Their fists collided with a deafening crash. Two waves of force exploded outward, and the powerful gust sent the members of the Qin Family stumbling backward again.
CRACK!
They separated the instant they clashed, each taking a step back. Qin Yang's fist trembled violently, a sharp, numbing ache shooting through it.
Lin Feng's wrist also throbbed with a dull ache.
"Hmph!"
Lin Feng snorted. With a slight application of force, he popped his slightly dislocated wrist back into place and flexed it a few times.
"So this is the strongest of the Qin Family's new generation? Pathetic."
Lin Feng shook his head and exhaled sharply. His body blurred as he suddenly accelerated, charging toward Qin Yang.
Qin Yang froze for a second before it registered. 'How dare this guy look down on me?'
BANG!
Lin Feng's speed was incredible; he was in front of Qin Yang in the blink of an eye.
"Stay down!"
A mocking glint flashed in Lin Feng's eyes as he kicked straight at Qin Yang's neck.
Qin Yang hurriedly threw up a hand to block his throat.
The tip of Lin Feng's boot stopped a mere three inches from Qin Yang's skin. He didn't press the attack; the kick simply hovered in front of Qin Yang's throat.
"You really are weak!"
The corner of Lin Feng's mouth curled into a taunting smile. He then withdrew his foot and retreated, putting some distance between himself and Qin Yang.
Qin Yang sighed inwardly. 'I was only careless for a moment, and that's how Lin Feng found an opening. But now, seeing that move… I understand I'm no match for him at all.'
However, admitting defeat was not in Qin Yang's nature. He had to fight!
So, even as he fell back, he suddenly leaped up and threw a punch at Lin Feng, who simultaneously kicked out at Qin Yang's abdomen.
THUD!
The two attacks connected with an explosive sound. A massive force surged into Qin Yang's body, making his blood roil in his chest.
Meanwhile, Lin Feng was also forced back two steps, a hint of surprise on his face.
'I didn't expect Qin Yang's combat prowess to exceed that of other Martial Artists at his level,' Lin Feng thought. 'He's worthy of being the Qin Family's future heir to have reached this stage. This trip wasn't a waste after all.'
Lin Feng had a plan, but he wasn't flustered in the slightest. In fact, a look of excitement spread across his face.
Qin Yang's strength far surpassed his expectations. The stronger the opponent, the more Lin Feng enjoyed himself.
Qin Yang steadied himself, his brow furrowed. Lin Feng's strength was indeed immense, but he wasn't unbeatable.
"Come on! Let me teach you a lesson."
Qin Yang roared and charged forward again. This time, he held nothing back. His fists became a blur of afterimages, unleashing dozens of devastating punches at Lin Feng in a single instant!
THUD!
One punch connected, sending Lin Feng flying four or five meters back. He crashed to the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
But Lin Feng's eyes were filled with manic excitement. Qin Yang couldn't help but frown. 'Lin Feng's defense is incredibly tough, too.'
That single punch had left his own hands faintly numb. 'A defense like that is just monstrous,' he thought.
Lin Feng got to his feet, wiped the blood from his mouth, and said coolly, "You're strong, kid, but not strong enough to make me give up!"
As he spoke, Lin Feng charged at Qin Yang again. His Body Technique was nimble. He threw a punch that crackled through the air. The power of the blow was so immense that it whipped up a howling wind before it even arrived.
Not to be outdone, Qin Yang threw a punch of his own. The two fierce streams of Fist Force collided violently!
BAM!
The Fist Force shattered on impact, unleashing a powerful shockwave. Both fighters were thrown backward. Qin Yang's fist was already red and swollen, his entire arm numb, but Lin Feng still seemed completely unfazed.
Seeing this, Qin Yang's heart sank. 'This guy's strength is far greater than mine.'
"Kid, with this next punch, I'm going to cripple your arm!"
Lin Feng roared, and as he threw a punch, a sonic boom echoed through the air. His fist descended like a crushing mountain!
WHAM!
Lin Feng's punch landed squarely on Qin Yang's shoulder. The force of the blow was immense, and a sharp pain shot through Qin Yang's shoulder blade.
Any thought of enduring the blow head-on vanished in a wave of agony. He had no choice but to retreat a step to dissipate the terrifying force.
At the same time, using the momentum from his retreat and a twist of his body, Qin Yang lowered his center of gravity and slammed into Lin Feng with an Iron Mountain Lean.
Although the Iron Mountain Lean was a common technique, backed by Qin Yang's astonishing power, it was enough to put Lin Feng in a difficult spot.
Lin Feng's expression flickered. He threw a palm strike at Qin Yang, but at that exact moment, Qin Yang suddenly switched tactics. After forcing Lin Feng back, he seized the opportunity to kick the back of his knee.
The whip kick landed on Lin Feng's knee with immense force. Lin Feng let out a muffled grunt, his handsome face flushing red with pain as beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. But just as quickly, he recovered.
"Not bad! Now that's more like it! Take another one of my fists!"
Qin Yang laughed and threw another punch straight at Lin Feng's face.
His thinking was simple: 'Kick him while he's down!'
The strength Lin Feng had displayed so far was simply too formidable, and Qin Yang had no idea what other trump cards he might be hiding.
But since Lin Feng had initiated the attack, it proved he wasn't confident he could defeat Qin Yang—or rather, that he had no confidence in victory at all, hence the preemptive strike.
For Qin Yang, this was a very disadvantageous situation.