Chapter 88: Not Easy
CLAP, CLAP, CLAP.
Just then, the crisp sound of applause echoed from behind a large tree in the manor.
"A Mortal Martial Artist who not only reached the Innate Realm but also possesses such skill. Quite impressive."
"But what a pity. You're going to die here today."
As the voice spoke, a young man in a black leather jacket and leather boots slowly walked out.
He had plain features, a lean build, and a buzz cut, giving off an extremely gloomy aura.
"And who are you?"
Lin Feng raised an eyebrow. The man was also an Innate Martial Artist, and he seemed to be more than just a common foe.
"Kid, your luck has run out."
The man in black stared at Lin Feng and chuckled darkly. "You could have just shown off for these mortal bosses and been done with it. Why did you have to provoke the Wang Family? Don't you think you deserve to die?"
"Heh, so you're the one the Wang Family hired to kill me?" Lin Feng scoffed.
"That's right."
The man in black nodded, then said coldly, "You think you can fight me with those pathetic little tricks of yours? How naive."
"Oh? And where does your confidence come from? You're that certain you can kill me?" Lin Feng studied the man with interest. This guy seemed incredibly sure of his own strength.
"Heh, such arrogance is typical of Martial Artists from the Mortal Realm. Let's see if you're still this confident after three moves against me!"
the man in black said grimly.
"Is that so? Let me be perfectly clear. You can't kill me. In fact, I alone am more than enough to eliminate you," Lin Feng said lightly.
At these words, the man in black froze. Then, as if he'd just heard the funniest joke in the world, he burst into laughter.
"Hahaha! Kid, that's some big talk. A piece of trash from the mere Mortal Realm dares to make such arrogant claims about eliminating me? Who do you think you are?"
The man in black pointed at Lin Feng and cursed, which made the corners of Lin Feng's mouth curl up slightly.
He had originally planned to deal with these people quietly and be done with it, but now it seemed his opponent wasn't going to make it easy.
"Do I have any reason to lie to you?"
Lin Feng pursed his lips and said lazily, "I may not be from some super-powerful family, but killing you won't be difficult at all."
The man in black snorted, his eyes full of contempt. "Stop bullshitting me and surrender already!"
"You should be more worried about your own safety. A whole group of you trash isn't even enough for me to slap down!" Lin Feng mocked mercilessly.
"Bastard!"
The man in black flew into a rage. As a grandmaster of the Innate Realm, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?
"Remember this: the one who kills you is named Li Er!"
WHOOSH!
Before his words had even faded, Li Er shot forward, his palm suddenly opening as he clawed viciously at Lin Feng.
The attack contained astonishing power. The air seemed to tear, and the surrounding flowers and grass bent and swayed from the force, a total mess, as if struck by a typhoon.
But that was far from all.
Li Er swung his right hand, and an iron claw forged from refined steel extended from his arm, lunging straight for Lin Feng with a sharp, murderous aura.
Before the steel claw even got close, the powerful gust of wind it generated already stung Lin Feng's cheeks. If it landed, he would probably be crushed to pieces by that single grab!
Yet, Lin Feng remained standing there, completely still, as if he had been scared stiff.
"Hmph!"
Li Er snorted with contempt. In his eyes, Lin Feng was sure to fall to his knees and beg for mercy. But to his surprise, not only did Lin Feng not beg, he even revealed a playful smile.
The next moment, Lin Feng stomped his foot, launching himself toward the man in black like a cannonball. He raised his right leg and kicked out fiercely.
'Hm? Such a fast reaction.'
Li Er's pupils shrank. He quickly withdrew his attack to block Lin Feng's kick.
BAM!
Lin Feng's kick slammed into the arm Li Er had just raised, and a muffled thud erupted.
WHOOSH.
He was driven back seven or eight steps before he finally managed to stop, holding his breath against the impact.
"How are you..."
Li Er was stunned. He never imagined that a Mortal Martial Artist could possess such combat skill. Even now, his arm was a little numb, and his breathing had almost been thrown into chaos.
The breathing rhythm of a Martial Artist was a crucial matter. After long years of cultivation, this special breathing technique had basically become a subconscious act.
But now, Lin Feng had nearly shattered his breathing rhythm with a single kick. This left him utterly astonished.
"'How am I not dead?'" Lin Feng shook his head, a look of disappointment on his face. "With just this much skill, you dare to try and kill me? I think you must have a death wish!"
As soon as the words fell, he lifted his left foot again and swept it out in a kick aimed straight for Li Er's neck.
"Hmph, you really think that move will work on me?"
Seeing Lin Feng press his advantage, the man in black couldn't help but sneer. He met the attack head-on, simultaneously balling one hand into a fist and punching out.
BANG!
The fist collided with Lin Feng's left foot, creating a massive impact. A shockwave rippled outward, and both Lin Feng and the man in black retreated three steps.
"Hm?"
Lin Feng looked at the man in black with a hint of surprise. He hadn't expected his defense to be so solid. Despite such a violent collision, the man was completely unharmed. This made Lin Feng see him in a new light.
"Heh, so that's all you've got!"
The man in black sneered contemptuously and closed the distance again, his hands becoming a blur as he lunged forward for the kill.
This time, Lin Feng didn't choose to meet him head-on. Instead, he sidestepped the attack and threw a punch toward the man's ribs.
The man in black's expression changed. He hurriedly turned to block, but ultimately failed to dodge the blow and took Lin Feng's punch squarely.
'Hiss, that hurts!'
The punch sent Li Er staggering back a full five or six meters before he could steady himself, sucking in a sharp breath of cold air.
'Damn it, you really think you're something special?!'
Li Er was thoroughly enraged. He couldn't believe he had actually been put at a disadvantage. He was an Innate Martial Artist from a hidden sect, while Lin Feng was just some self-taught hack.
"Since you're looking for death, don't blame me for what comes next!"
Li Er shouted coldly. His muscles bulged, seeming to expand several times in an instant as he focused all his strength. He reached out and clawed directly at Lin Feng.
Seeing this, Lin Feng's gaze sharpened. He could feel that the power contained in Li Er's attack was anything but ordinary, and he didn't dare to face it head-on.
WHOOSH!
As he retreated explosively, he also drew the Yellow-Grade Short Blade from his waist.
CLANG!