Chapter 505: Attack
Qin Yang had no intention of being a sitting duck, so he decided to go on the offensive.
Besides, Qin Yang was confident that once Lin Feng was injured, he would be no match for him. Then, no matter what schemes or tricks Lin Feng had up his sleeve, he would have nothing to fear!
As Lin Feng watched Qin Yang's fist fly toward him, his pupils constricted. He took a deep breath, regulated his energy, and met the attack head-on with his own right fist.
He was going to engage Qin Yang in close-quarters combat!
The two fists collided, sending Lin Feng flying dozens of feet away. But he gritted his teeth and got back on his feet.
"Kid, *this* is what you call real close-quarters combat."
Lin Feng snorted, a cold light glinting in his eyes. With a flicker of his body, he transformed into a blurry phantom and lunged at Qin Yang.
He threw a punch, unleashing a violent force that actually created a sonic boom.
Fist met palm, unleashing a terrifying shockwave. Qin Yang was forced back several steps, while Lin Feng was knocked back about a meter.
Lin Feng slowly exhaled, his gaze fixed on Qin Yang, his eyes glinting with a strange light.
"Good. You're actually worthy of being my opponent. It's time I used a few of my trump cards."
Lin Feng gently rubbed his right hand, a cold, indifferent smile spreading across his face.
Qin Yang's eyes narrowed at his words. 'So Lin Feng really does have trump cards,' he thought. 'No wonder he dared to storm the Qin Family estate all by himself. He must have come prepared for anything.'
But this time, Qin Yang would give him no such opportunity.
Qin Yang snorted, circulating the Spiritual Qi throughout his body. Nearly invisible ripples of Spiritual Power radiated from him, causing the surrounding trees and flowers to tremble as if in fear.
"Come on. Let's see what's so special about you so-called Hidden Clans."
Lin Feng grinned and bent his knees slightly. The stone slab beneath his feet instantly spiderwebbed with fine cracks.
The next second, he shot upward, his legs snapping straight as immense power erupted from him.
His figure then vanished, reappearing right in front of Qin Yang a moment later.
Qin Yang's pupils constricted at the sight, and he hastily retreated.
He wasn't panicked, though. 'Even if I can't beat Lin Feng, I can definitely stall for time.'
Dragging this out was to his advantage. After all, once he wore Lin Feng down, the members of the Qin Family watching from the sidelines weren't just for show!
But Qin Yang found that Lin Feng was also incredibly fast, closing the distance in the blink of an eye. The speed was so great it made his heart race.
Qin Yang's expression changed. He immediately sidestepped, but he was half a beat too slow. A fist slammed into his right arm, sending a searing pain through it.
The pain was so intense he almost screamed. He lashed out with a roundhouse kick at Lin Feng, but Lin Feng blocked it.
But just as Qin Yang let out a sigh of relief, Lin Feng's other hand shot out and clamped onto his ankle!
Then, with a sudden exertion of his right arm, Lin Feng flung Qin Yang—who weighed nearly three hundred and thirty pounds—through the air!
Immediately after, Lin Feng leaped into the air, driving both feet toward the airborne Qin Yang.
With his feet off the ground, Qin Yang's entire body was thrown into the air. Lin Feng didn't stop, however, relentlessly pummeling Qin Yang with his fists and sending him tumbling through the air.
Qin Yang fought back relentlessly. His fists fell like rain, each strike delivered with his full power, holding nothing back.
But he could never break through Lin Feng's defense. He managed to force Lin Feng back again and again, but he could never find a real opening.
And at that moment, Lin Feng suddenly shot out his left hand and slapped Qin Yang across the face, sending him crashing to the ground.
As soon as Lin Feng landed, he pounced again.
'What the hell is going on with him!?'
Qin Yang retreated, struggling to defend himself. His feet dug into the ground, carving two long trenches in the earth.
A clear handprint emerged on Qin Yang's cheek, stinging fiercely.
This feeling of being so utterly suppressed by Lin Feng that he could barely breathe infuriated Qin Yang!
No matter what bizarre Secret Technique Lin Feng possessed, Qin Yang was going to kill the bastard today!
"BOOM!"
Qin Yang stomped his feet hard on the ground. With an immense surge of force, the ground exploded into a large crater. He used the momentum to launch himself into the air, driving his elbow viciously toward Lin Feng's chest!
Lin Feng snorted at the sight and raised his left arm to block. Qin Yang's elbow slammed into Lin Feng's forearm, but it merely caused his arm to tremble slightly.
Lin Feng immediately followed up with a leg sweep aimed at Qin Yang.
Qin Yang stumbled and fell. But just as he hit the ground, he suddenly sensed a flicker of danger.
Without a moment's hesitation, Qin Yang trusted his instincts and immediately scrambled backward.
In the exact spot where he had been lying, a soccer-ball-sized rock shot past, kicked by Lin Feng straight toward him.
Qin Yang's face turned grim. He hadn't expected Lin Feng to have such a follow-up attack. Fortunately, he was on high alert. Otherwise, even if that blow didn't kill him, it would have certainly left him injured.
Lin Feng's brow furrowed. He had clearly underestimated Qin Yang's reflexes.
However, a sharp glint flashed in the depths of his eyes.
'An opponent like this... is worth taking seriously.'
Lin Feng took a deep breath and planted his feet firmly. He then erupted with power, causing the ground to tremble violently. A moment later, he vanished, leaving only a phantom afterimage in his place.
Qin Yang's pupils contracted sharply. He realized Lin Feng's speed had increased again, to the point where he could barely follow his movements.
"BANG!"
A fist materialized out of thin air before Qin Yang's face. He quickly leaned back, but even so, the blow still connected with his head.
Qin Yang let out a muffled grunt. His head was ringing, and his mind was a chaotic mess. He felt himself on the verge of blacking out.
He couldn't help but gasp. He hadn't expected this punch to be even more ferocious than the kick from before. The impact left his head spinning.
But Qin Yang was, after all, an Ancient Martial Artist just one step shy of becoming a Grandmaster. After a brief moment of daze, he forcibly regained his focus and calmed himself.
'This damn bastard!'
Qin Yang knew Lin Feng was doing this intentionally to rattle him, but the knowledge only made the rage in his heart burn hotter. He wanted nothing more than to butcher this son of a bitch on the spot!
Qin Yang's eyes turned crimson, and the veins on his forehead bulged. He stomped hard on the ground, and his entire body shot forward.
At the same time, he crossed his arms to protect his chest, his gnarled muscles as hard as blocks of iron.
He knew he would be at a major disadvantage if he tried to block head-on, so he decided to grapple with him and look for an opening to exploit Lin Feng's weakness.