The Capital's Dragon Doctor

"You're not bad, reaching the Late Stage of Innate at such a young age. But strength like that is nothing to a Grandmaster Martial Artist like me."

"Since you refuse to surrender, I'll have no choice but to kill you here!"

The gray-robed old man wore an impassive expression. His body flickered, and he seemed to dissolve into a faint breeze.

He reappeared in front of Lin Feng, his short dagger letting out a piercing shriek as it slashed at Lin Feng's throat!

However, Lin Feng was already on guard, and his opponent's terrifying speed had no effect!

Lin Feng reacted in a flash. He struck out with his palm, meeting the dagger with a loud CLANG of metal on metal. He immediately shot backward.

"Boy, you can't escape! Just lie down and die for me!"

The old man roared with laughter and charged again, short dagger in hand. This time he was even faster, closing the distance to Lin Feng in the blink of an eye!

WHOOSH!

Lin Feng tapped his toes on the ground and abruptly shifted half a foot to the left, narrowly dodging the killing blow.

Seizing the opening created by the dodge, the gray-robed old man surged forward and threw a vicious two-fisted strike.

Alarmed, Lin Feng quickly slid to the side to dodge.

However, the move didn't escape the gray-robed old man's keen eyes. A cold glint flashed in their depths as he gave chase once more.

Lin Feng's eyes narrowed, his steps growing ever faster. In the silent night, the only sound was the soft scrape of his feet on the tree trunks.

Lin Feng used the trees for cover as he sped forward.

The gray-robed old man, however, was like a maggot attached to bone, sticking doggedly to Lin Feng's trail.

SWISH!

Suddenly, Lin Feng came to a dead stop. Then, like a pouncing leopard, he shot forward.

He drew a short sword from his waist and, with a flick of his wrist, sent it flying like a shooting star straight at the old man's face!

It was an exceedingly simple move, a plain, unremarkable strike, yet its power was absolutely staggering!

"Mere parlor tricks!"

Yet, faced with this vicious strike, the gray-robed old man was completely unfazed.

He clenched his right fist, which was wreathed in Gang Qi, and threw a heavy punch forward!

BOOM!

As fist met sword, a brilliant shower of sparks erupted. A visible ripple of force expanded from the point of impact, shattering nearby trees and sending a flurry of shredded leaves into the air.

The gray-robed old man's expression darkened. He clearly hadn't expected Lin Feng to be this powerful!

Meanwhile, Lin Feng's own expression changed drastically as he was thrown back several yards. A searing pain shot through his right arm, forcing him to grit his teeth!

"How is this possible? You're only at the Late Stage of Innate. How can you be this strong? Have you already stepped into the Grandmaster Realm?!"

The gray-robed old man's tone was heavy; that last exchange had shown him just how troublesome this fight would be.

He knew his opponent had already touched the threshold of the Grandmaster Realm.

"Why don't you guess?"

The gray-robed old man snorted, a vicious light flaring in his eyes as an icy killing intent flashed in their depths.

"Heh."

"Since you insist on this foolishness, don't blame me for what happens next!"

A vicious grin spread across the old man's face. The short dagger reappeared in his hand, and with a flicker of movement, he lunged at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng's expression grew solemn. He bent his knees, placing his hands on the ground as he frantically channeled the energy in his body into his fists.

FWOOSH!

He threw a punch, and the air itself seemed to crack. The resulting sonic boom was deafening. Surging waves of energy pulsed from the Fist Seal.

BOOM!

Fist and blade met, unleashing a bone-chilling CRACK as a terrifying shockwave swept outward.

This time, Lin Feng didn't fly backward as before. Instead, he held his ground against the attack, completely unharmed!

"Hm? You actually managed to block my strike. You do have a few tricks up your sleeve. In that case, I'll show you what a true ultimate martial technique looks like!"

The gray-robed old man's expression darkened, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

He executed the Profound Mysterious Step Technique, and phantoms flickered into existence, surrounding Lin Feng. A rain of Fist Gang poured down, bombarding Lin Feng with an overwhelming assault!

BANG!

The dense barrage of Fist Gang hammered into Lin Feng, creating a series of dull thuds. Each impact sent a tremor through his body, making him stagger.

'So this is a true Grandmaster Martial Artist?'

'Good thing my physical body is as tough as a Late Stage of Grandmaster. Otherwise, I'd really be in danger today!'

Fine beads of sweat broke out on Lin Feng's forehead as an aching numbness spread through his body.

He knew he couldn't drag this out. If he did, death would be the only outcome.

Lin Feng let out a furious roar as his aura surged, an immense power erupting from within him!

BOOM!

Lin Feng thrust out his palm, and a vast tide of Inner Strength surged forth, completely blocking the old man's attack. Then, he kicked off the ground and shot straight toward him!

This sudden turn of events stunned the gray-robed old man. He never expected Lin Feng to have such a sudden burst of power and actually blast him back.

As Lin Feng's attack arrived, the gray-robed old man sneered. His palms moved in a continuous blur, and within a few breaths, a flurry of palm afterimages had completely enveloped and trapped Lin Feng.

Moreover, his movements were strange and unpredictable. He weaved through the sky full of Palm Seals, making his true position impossible to pinpoint.

Lin Feng's expression was icy. Veins bulged on his arms, and his skin took on a faint blue glow as arcs of electricity crackled across its surface.

This was the Electric Snake Flash, the most fundamental move of the "Eight Forms of Thunder" technique he cultivated.

However, the moment Lin Feng employed it, his attacks grew sharper, his speed increased, and his aura became even more ferocious!

Lin Feng was fast, but the gray-robed old man's movements were like a phantom's, and he always managed to dodge just in time.

The battle fell into a stalemate. Slowly but surely, however, Lin Feng began to gain the upper hand, forcing the gray-robed old man back step by step.

BANG!

Lin Feng threw a punch, knocking the gray-robed old man back several steps!

"It seems I underestimated you. Your strength is even greater than I imagined."

The gray-robed old man's eyes narrowed.

"Heh, thanks for the compliment. Do you have any last words?"

A cruel sneer appeared on Lin Feng's face. "I'm sure you know," he said slowly, "that only one of us can win."

"Heh, that's right. But make me admit defeat? Impossible."

The gray-robed old man sneered. "You want to beat me? Your talent isn't nearly enough."

"Forget the fact that you're not a Grandmaster—even if you were, you'd still be no match for me!"