The Capital's Dragon Doctor

Li Er's fists rained down on Lin Feng like a torrential storm. Every punch that landed sent a powerful tremor through his body, like a peal of thunder.

Ripples appeared on the surface of Lin Feng's body.

Lin Feng's face grew paler and paler. He felt as though his insides were being churned, that his organs were on the verge of shattering.

Lin Feng struggled to spit out a mouthful of blood. His eyes were locked on Li Er, his gaze incredibly grim.

He could feel the terrifying aura of power surging from Li Er.

"Brat, do you really think you can beat me?"

Li Er's voice was low and sinister, sounding utterly eerie.

Hearing this, Lin Feng's eyebrows rose slightly. His expression became incredibly grave; he had never underestimated anyone.

After all, anyone who could become an Innate Martial Artist was no pushover.

HUUFF.

Lin Feng let out a long breath to compose himself. The next moment, he moved, his figure blurring into an afterimage as he shot forward.

SWOOSH!

Gripping his Short Blade with both hands, he slashed out in two treacherous arcs. Li Er sneered, crossing the Refined Iron Steel Claws on his arms to block.

CLANG!

The Short Blade crashed against the Refined Iron Steel Claws on Li Er's arms, sending sparks flying.

'I don't know what these things are made of, but to withstand an attack from my low-tier, yellow-grade Short Blade without taking any damage... they're quite the formidable weapon.'

THUD.

Lin Feng kicked off the ground, suddenly accelerating, and drove a knee into Li Er's abdomen.

GACK!

Li Er's face instantly went pale, and he sprayed a mouthful of blood. His features twisted in agony.

CRACK.

Lin Feng seized the opportunity, viciously slamming an elbow into Li Er's neck.

Li Er was sent flying, tumbling several times in mid-air before crashing heavily to the ground.

Lin Feng strode toward Li Er. With a flick of his wrist, his Short Blade glinted with a cold light.

A fierce light glinted in Li Er's eyes. He kipped up to his feet and then quickly retreated several steps to create distance.

Lin Feng's fierce barrage of attacks had made him wary. His opponent clearly dominated the fight, so Li Er had no desire to engage in close combat.

Seeing Li Er retreat, Lin Feng sneered. His figure abruptly vanished, reappearing in front of Li Er in the next instant. His Short Blade, whistling as it tore through the air, stabbed viciously toward Li Er's throat.

Li Er's reaction was extremely fast. His body flickered, narrowly dodging Lin Feng's killing blow. Then he stomped hard on the ground, his body shooting into the air as he brought his fists, carrying a terrifying aura, crashing down on Lin Feng's head.

An icy glint flickered in Lin Feng's eyes. With a twist of his wrist, he turned the Short Blade and slashed directly at Li Er's arm.

All of this takes a long time to describe, but in reality, it happened in the blink of an eye.

PFFT.

The Short Blade sliced across Li Er's arm. A stream of crimson blood immediately shot out, and his face instantly turned pale.

Li Er clutched his arm, grimacing in pain, but that sliver of pain only served to enrage him completely.

"FUCK OFF!"

Li Er roared at the sky. His figure moved like a phantom as he rushed toward Lin Feng, his right foot lashing out viciously at Lin Feng's stomach.

But that brief moment was barely enough time for Lin Feng to react. He sank his center of gravity, braced himself, and as his Inner Strength surged, he blocked Li Er's leg with both arms.

SMACK!

A violent collision rang out as a blast of wind swept outward.

STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!

Lin Feng took three steps back before stabilizing himself. In contrast, Li Er retreated a full seven or eight steps before finally collapsing to the ground.

Lin Feng raised his head, his eyes flashing with thick killing intent. Li Er's kick had struck his arms, sending an excruciating pain through them.

His arms were trembling slightly, and they even felt a little numb.

'This is a bad feeling. It means I'm at a complete disadvantage in this fight against an Innate Martial Artist.'

"You're courting death!"

A flash of anger crossed Lin Feng's face. He looked at Li Er coldly, his killing intent boiling over.

"KILL!"

Lin Feng roared, shot off the ground, and leaped high into the air, pouncing toward Li Er.

SWOOSH!

A series of afterimages appeared around him. His figure was like a phantom, appearing beside Li Er in an instant. The Short Blade, carrying an icy chill, stabbed toward Li Er's heart.

Lin Feng's speed was too great. Even Li Er couldn't dodge in time and could only hastily raise his hands to block.

DING!

The Short Blade slashed viciously against Li Er's arms, sending sparks flying. Although the Short Blade was powerful, breaking through Li Er's defense to kill him was simply impossible.

Lin Feng frowned at the sight. 'Looks like this guy is a tough nut to crack. I can't guarantee an easy victory.'

"Heh heh."

A savage grin appeared on Li Er's face. He suddenly twisted his hands with force, and the Refined Iron Steel Claws carved a strange arc, leaving two very distinct wounds on Lin Feng's body.

A grunt escaped Lin Feng's lips from the intense pain. He used the force of the blow to push off his opponent and retreat, putting distance between them.

'This guy's fighting like a madman!'

Li Er's hands had gone completely numb, but he still charged recklessly toward Lin Feng, his fists swinging nonstop, whipping up gusts of furious wind.

"It's time to end this, Li Er. I must kill you today!"

A monstrous killing aura flashed in Lin Feng's eyes. His tone was perfectly calm, as if he were stating a simple fact.

"Haha, you think you can kill me? Dream on."

Li Er roared maniacally, his fists smashing mercilessly toward Lin Feng.

Lin Feng took a deep breath. The Inner Strength in his body surged violently as he poured it into his Short Blade.

Instantly, a terrifyingly sharp aura erupted. A silver light bloomed on the Short Blade, and streams of biting blade energy shot out from it.

SWISH!

Lin Feng's feet tapped the ground, his figure rapidly retreating, even as he raised his Short Blade to meet the charge.

Dust billowed and wild grass flew through the air.

Both Lin Feng and Li Er were knocked back, and each man regained his footing.

Lin Feng shook his aching, numb arms. He could feel the Short Blade in his palm growing faintly hot. His arm was trembling slightly, and the web of his thumb had even been torn open by the impact.

'This Li Er is a real monster. He forced me back using nothing but raw physical strength. I was almost injured just now.'

Lin Feng was horrified. The man's physical power was simply monstrous. 'If I don't use a martial technique, I might not be able to overpower him.'

"How's that? Not a pleasant feeling, is it?"