The Capital's Dragon Doctor

The remaining man let out a furious roar. They hadn't expected to lose one of their own in a single move, and it infuriated them. But just then, Lin Feng suddenly laughed.

"I told you, if you dare to provoke me, you'll pay the price. You should be glad you're not that strong, or I couldn't even be bothered to kill you."

Lin Feng said lightly, then prepared to turn and walk away.

"WHIZ! WHIZ!"

Just then, more bullets flew through the air, aimed right at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng's figure blurred. He leaped up, shooting toward the sky. Countless bullets still pursued him from behind, but because his speed was simply too fast, they all missed their mark.

A mocking smile touched the corner of Lin Feng's lips. His movements were like a phantom's as he circled directly to the other side of the roof.

"SWOOSH!"

At that moment, the three men on the rooftop shot out in pursuit of Lin Feng.

"Where do you think you're going, kid!"

one of them shouted. The three were perfectly coordinated; it was clear they weren't just acting alone. Otherwise, Lin Feng wouldn't have found them so troublesome.

A cold smile appeared on Lin Feng's lips. His figure then abruptly vanished, shocking the three men to their core.

"SWOOSH!"

A gust of wind whistled past their ears. The three men hastily ducked, but they were a step too slow. A cold glint flashed by their ears, followed by a piercing pain that shot through their bodies. All three instinctively clutched their right arms.

When they looked up again, Lin Feng had already vanished from sight. Their expressions were grim. The Body Technique Lin Feng had just displayed was definitely not much worse than their own.

"Boss, there's something off about this guy. Should we pursue?"

A man in black asked the one who had acted first. They were well-trained mercenaries, with an instinct for danger that surpassed even regular soldiers. They could tell at a glance that Lin Feng was no simple target.

"Pursue!"

the man in black known as their leader said coldly. They were the last few Martial Artists of the Black Tiger Gang. If even they couldn't stop Lin Feng together, then tonight, the Black Tiger Gang would truly be wiped from Jingxi.

"Hm?"

But at that moment, they watched Lin Feng's retreating back with furrowed brows, feeling an inexplicable sense of oppression and unease.

Lin Feng had now reached the villa's front door, but he hesitated to step inside.

He sensed an extremely dangerous aura. 'The trap they've laid definitely isn't this simple,' he thought. 'The old saying goes, a sly rabbit has three burrows. The Black Tiger Gang's headquarters must have more masters hidden away!'

Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed as someone emerged from around the corner of the courtyard wall.

"WHOOSH!"

Lin Feng's figure suddenly dodged to the side. The figure's attack missed, and with a loud THUD, it slammed viciously into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

When the dust settled, only a pile of sludge remained. The person had been smashed into a pulpy mess by a single palm strike!

Just then, an elderly figure slowly appeared. He wore a long white robe and had the white hair of an old man but the youthful face of a child. His build was slightly gaunt, and he had an ethereal, otherworldly air about him, as if he were an immortal who did not partake of worldly things.

However, his face was an exceptionally livid shade of blue-green. His deep-set eyes were filled with a chilling killing intent. He stared at Lin Feng as if he were prey, looking as though he wanted to devour him whole.

"Who are you?"

Lin Feng looked at him, his expression exceptionally calm, as if the man before him couldn't stir any emotion in him at all.

But the old man ignored Lin Feng. He took slow, measured steps, gradually closing the distance. His eyes never left Lin Feng, remaining locked onto him.

And at that very moment, his legs suddenly bent, and his figure shot forward like a cannonball aimed at Lin Feng. His speed was incredible; in the blink of an eye, he was right in front of him.

He reached for Lin Feng's throat, his speed so fast it was staggering.

Lin Feng's reaction was equally swift. He jerked backward, barely dodging the fatal blow.

At this, Lin Feng was thoroughly enraged. The previous scene had pushed his patience to its absolute limit.

"BANG!"

Lin Feng clenched his fists, Spiritual Power surging through his body. He shot toward the old man like a bolt of lightning, his speed reaching a terrifying new level.

Lin Feng's eyes were now bloodshot as he stared at the old man. Only a single thought remained in his mind: 'I have to kill him.' He could sense a genuine threat from this man.

"BANG!"

The two collided again, but this time, Lin Feng was clearly somewhat exhausted, while the old man had completely gained the upper hand.

Lin Feng was forced back again and again. His clothes were already in tatters, and several shocking, bloody gashes had appeared on his body.

"Eight Trigrams Palm?"

Lin Feng's brows furrowed slightly. The old man was indeed using the Eight Trigrams Palm. Although it was a martial art technique known to the general public, it was incredibly difficult to master. Because everyone's comprehension ability is different, such a martial art becomes increasingly precious.

Just then, Lin Feng remembered who his opponent was. He had seen the man's profile before. This old man was one of the Black Tiger Gang's Vice Hall Masters, Chen Long.

"Your combat awareness is excellent. To think you could dodge that last Eight Trigrams Palm strike of mine. You truly live up to the reputation of someone who dares to challenge our Black Tiger Gang alone."

The old man said, looking at Lin Feng with some surprise. He had just used fifty percent of his strength, yet he hadn't expected Lin Feng to be able to dodge it.

"Your skills are indeed impressive," Chen Long said, a savage grin spreading across his face. "But you've run into me. Your fate is sealed."

This time, he was determined to win.

Hearing this, Lin Feng snorted coldly. "I doubt that. With your level of strength, you're still far from being able to keep me here."

"Arrogant fool! It seems you won't give up until you're staring death in the face!"

Chen Long's expression darkened as he spoke. Their exchange had already made him realize that Lin Feng's strength was not to be underestimated. Although young, his combat experience was incredibly rich.

An enemy like that was the most terrifying. After all, Chen Long was over sixty years old and had been through countless life-and-death battles. With his vast combat experience, he could easily slay any opponent of the same level, even kill them in an instant.

But Lin Feng had managed to launch an effective counterattack right from the start. This proved that his combat experience and strength were absolutely not to be taken lightly.

A crazed killing intent flickered in Chen Long's eyes. A short sword suddenly appeared in his hand. The blade was pure silver, inscribed with ancient patterns, and was clearly priceless at a glance.