Chapter 103: Recultivation
After all, his strength was far more than that of a simple Innate Martial Artist.
He was only in this state because cultivating the Supreme Profound Medical Scripture required him to seal his soul for five years and his meridians to start his cultivation anew.
CRACK!
Lin Feng easily caught the blade in his palm. Then, with a sudden exertion of force, he snapped the short sword in two. Pushing off the ground with his left foot, he shot toward Zhang Yongsheng like an arrow loosed from its bow.
"What audacity! You really aren't afraid to die, are you?"
Zhang Yongsheng cried out in astonishment. He never imagined that Lin Feng would dare to take the initiative and attack while under his full-powered assault. Such courage was commendable, but the real question was, 'Can Lin Feng truly withstand my attack?'
Lin Feng's figure blurred into an afterimage, arriving in front of Zhang Yongsheng in an instant. Once again, Lin Feng neither dodged nor evaded, simply throwing a punch.
The powerful fist shot straight for Zhang Yongsheng's chest. The might of this punch even surpassed his previous uppercut; its power was extraordinary.
Zhang Yongsheng had no choice but to change his move to defend. But the instant he raised his arm to block, Lin Feng's right arm shot out in a sudden elbow strike, viciously slamming into Zhang Yongsheng's shoulder.
BANG!
The blow sent Zhang Yongsheng stumbling back several steps before he barely managed to stabilize himself.
"Heh, you actually landed a hit on me?"
"Kid, I seem to have underestimated you."
Zhang Yongsheng steadied himself and glanced down at his shoulder, only to see a faint, bloody mark.
But a savage grin spread across his lips. 'I didn't expect a young man like Lin Feng to actually be able to injure me. It seems this kid has a few tricks up his sleeve.'
BAM!
Lin Feng said nothing more, simply accelerating abruptly. His figure moved like lightning, his attacks sharp and dangerous. Every punch and kick contained immense force.
Moreover, his formidable power was actually on par with Zhang Yongsheng's—in fact, Zhang Yongsheng was even at a slight disadvantage. This caused Zhang Yongsheng's eyes to narrow.
Zhang Yongsheng didn't attack immediately, feeling he could no longer see through Lin Feng. Logically, Lin Feng had held the advantage after that last exchange. He had wanted to strike while the iron was hot and take Lin Feng down, but things had taken an unexpected turn.
BAM!
Lin Feng's movements grew increasingly ferocious. The terrifying force of his blows churned the air, sending shockwaves rolling outwards in every direction.
This time, Lin Feng pushed his speed to its absolute limit. His attacks grew faster and faster, and gradually, Zhang Yongsheng could no longer keep up with the rhythm.
"But if this is the extent of your strength, then all you've done today is bought yourself a little more time to live."
Facing the stormy offensive, Zhang Yongsheng showed no sign of panic. He even had the leisure to spout such taunts, which showed that his strength was truly profound.
His composure was unshakable. People like him were the most difficult to deal with, because finding an opening in their defense was an incredibly hard thing to do.
BAM!
As expected of a master at the Peak of the Innate Realm, Zhang Yongsheng's fist collided with Lin Feng's, creating a sound like muffled thunder. Rich Inner Strength surged into his fist, protecting him and neutralizing all of Lin Feng's attacks.
BAM!
The two clashed fiercely, yet neither could gain the upper hand. This came as a surprise to Zhang Yongsheng, as this outcome was completely beyond his expectations.
Lin Feng's performance had utterly surpassed his estimations. After all, Lin Feng's earlier uppercut had completely numbed his arm, yet now, in a purely physical exchange, he was still the one at a disadvantage.
SWOOSH!
Zhang Yongsheng's body traced an arc as he threw a punch at Lin Feng. The terrifying aura of his fist created a series of sonic booms, seemingly shattering the very air.
In response, Lin Feng met the blow head-on with both fists. Zhang Yongsheng's strength was truly unfathomable, and the sense of crisis Lin Feng felt grew ever more intense.
Zhang Yongsheng frowned slightly. The young man's strength was truly astonishing. He was a Martial Artist at the Peak of the Innate Realm, yet he'd been tangled with this greenhorn for some time now without gaining any advantage.
Ordinarily, he would have instantly killed a typical Innate Martial Artist, but now his efforts were having no effect. This was more than enough to prove that Lin Feng's strength was extraordinary.
BAM!
Zhang Yongsheng's fist slammed against Lin Feng's. The terrifying impact sent both of them flying backward, carving deep gouges into the ground.
Their legs sank into the soft earth, but Lin Feng's upper body remained perfectly still, only his clothes fluttering wildly in the wind.
The look in Zhang Yongsheng's eyes as he stared at Lin Feng no longer held any trace of his earlier contempt. Instead, it had become serious.
"Kid, I never thought your strength would be even greater than I anticipated. But that just makes me all the more interested in killing you. I can't afford to leave a future threat like someone with your potential alive."
Zhang Yongsheng said faintly, his previous devil-may-care attitude completely gone. He was much more solemn now.
Lin Feng, meanwhile, slowly straightened up, tensing every muscle in his body. He was like a beast poised to strike, ready to unleash a fatal blow at any moment.
His hands were now clenched into tight fists. His gaze was incomparably cold, a frigid light flickering in his eyes. Even the rhythm of his breathing grew rapid as he gathered his power, preparing to deliver one final, thunderous strike.
BAM!
Zhang Yongsheng suddenly vanished from his spot, his speed having increased yet again.
BAM!
His feet slammed into the ground, each step cracking the solid bluestone slabs as his figure rapidly closed in on Lin Feng.
BAM!
He unleashed another Wall Lean. This time, his attack was incredibly domineering and fierce. That brutish force was something that not even a low-level Innate Martial Artist could withstand.
Lin Feng slightly hunched his body, crossing his fists in front of his chest to defend. Zhang Yongsheng's ferociously powerful Wall Lean was blocked, but the immense impact still forced Lin Feng back three steps.
A trace of mockery appeared on Zhang Yongsheng's face as he looked at Lin Feng. Though his Body Technique was agile and elegant, it lacked overwhelming dominance. And while Lin Feng appeared to be in a sorry state, he hadn't actually been harmed.
BAM!
Zhang Yongsheng's attacks surged forward like a relentless tide, each strike following the last without a moment's pause.
Lin Feng was like a small boat tossed about in a raging sea, yet he showed no signs of retreating. On the contrary, he fought with increasing valor, his own offensive becoming like a violent storm.