Chapter 104: Suppression
Lin Feng's frenzied assault finally began to suppress Zhang Yongsheng. The attacks were frequent and dense, a relentless barrage that left Zhang Yongsheng unable to fully defend.
But he was, after all, a Martial Artist at the Peak of Innate Realm. Even at a disadvantage, there was no chance of him being defeated so easily.
BANG!
Zhang Yongsheng lashed out with a vicious roundhouse kick, sending the attacking Lin Feng flying more than ten meters. The moment Zhang Yongsheng's foot touched the ground, he leaped into the air. His body then shot toward Lin Feng like an arrow loosed from a bow.
Lin Feng scrambled up from the ground and quickly retreated. His expression was grave. Zhang Yongsheng's kick had felt like a small mountain crashing down on him.
He met the attack head-on, throwing a roundhouse kick of his own.
BANG!
Their legs collided. Lin Feng's body trembled slightly, but he immediately pressed his attack.
SWISH! SWISH!
Not to be outdone, Zhang Yongsheng sidestepped, dodging Lin Feng's fierce kick. He followed up with a spinning hook punch aimed straight at Lin Feng's waist—a blow carrying considerable power.
Lin Feng faltered for a moment, but instead of dodging the punch, he chose to take the hit head-on.
BANG!
Zhang Yongsheng's fist struck Lin Feng squarely in the waist, but it didn't seem to cause much damage. Lin Feng kept attacking.
BANG!
The two began to clash fiercely. In that moment, Lin Feng was like a ferocious wolf, attacking relentlessly. Zhang Yongsheng, on the other hand, was on the defensive, launching occasional counter-offensives to knock Lin Feng back.
Zhang Yongsheng's figure darted through the air like lightning. Under the cover of night, he moved like a leaf fluttering in the wind, constantly flitting past Lin Feng. This was his unique ultimate Body Technique, 'Ghostly.'
'He has a Body Technique, too?'
'Looks like this old dog is also from a reclusive sect, and probably holds a high position.'
Noticing this, Lin Feng frowned slightly. Zhang Yongsheng's Body Technique was incredibly bizarre; even he was having trouble tracking it.
BANG!
After another violent collision, Zhang Yongsheng and Lin Feng separated. Lin Feng's breathing had started to grow ragged. Even though Zhang Yongsheng was only at the Peak of Innate Realm, he had still managed to suppress Lin Feng.
"So, have you now seen what a supreme Body Technique looks like?"
Zhang Yongsheng sneered at Lin Feng. The Body Technique he had just used was one of his strongest moves. It was called 'Ghostly.'
Its applications were nearly endless. The reason he cultivated this Body Technique was his fondness for sneak attacks, which were especially advantageous in the dark.
Lin Feng slowly steadied his breathing, then raised his eyes to Zhang Yongsheng. His eyes gradually narrowed. With a flick of his wrist, a Short Blade appeared in his hand, gleaming dazzlingly under the moonlight.
'A Yellow-rank weapon?'
'It seems you've had some unusual opportunities.'
Staring at the Short Blade in Lin Feng's hand, Zhang Yongsheng was momentarily stunned. A sneer then spread across his face, and a glint of greed appeared in his eyes.
Lin Feng gripped the short dagger, his eyes cold. A wicked smile played on his lips. "Then why don't you come and find out?"
SWOOSH!
With a sound of tearing air, Lin Feng transformed into a phantom, instantly appearing before Zhang Yongsheng. He swung the short dagger, unleashing waves of bladelight.
TING!
With a flick of his wrist, Zhang Yongsheng's fingers moved so fast they deflected all the bladelight, but he was still forced to retreat continuously.
He was now extremely frustrated. He had been the one hunting Lin Feng, but now the tables had turned, and Lin Feng was hunting him.
But he didn't dare to be careless. After all, the Short Blade in Lin Feng's hand wasn't some ordinary worldly weapon—it was a Yellow-rank weapon!
The only reason he could deflect Lin Feng's attacks was that he was channeling his Inner Strength into his fingertips to bat away the bladelight. A Yellow-rank weapon was no small matter; its sharpness was enough to cut through metal.
SWOOSH!
But Lin Feng didn't pause for a second. The short dagger in his hand moved like a gale, relentlessly striking at Zhang Yongsheng. His strikes were sharp and cunning, giving Zhang Yongsheng no time to breathe.
His assault made Zhang Yongsheng grimace. He really couldn't figure out where someone like Lin Feng had come from. His attacks were just too strange.
PFFT!
Zhang Yongsheng failed to dodge in time, and Lin Feng opened a gash on his left shoulder. Blood began to flow freely.
"You're courting death!"
Zhang Yongsheng roared in fury. He couldn't believe Lin Feng had actually wounded him. This only strengthened his resolve to not let Lin Feng escape. 'The kid actually hurt me? He dies today, no matter what.'
WHOOSH!
Zhang Yongsheng's body shot forward once more, this time reaching the absolute limit of his speed.
In a near instant, he appeared before Lin Feng. Inner Strength erupted from his right arm as he threw a punch that whistled through the air with immense force.
Lin Feng's expression turned solemn. The power of this punch was terrifying. He knew he couldn't block it head-on; even if he used every trick he had, he wouldn't be able to stop it.
With a shake of his arms, he circulated the Inner Strength from his Dantian. Then, he thrust both palms forward, aiming straight for Zhang Yongsheng's chest. The movement was so fast it created a series of sonic booms in the air.
BANG!
Fist and palms collided violently. Lin Feng felt his arms go numb, but he gritted his teeth and held on. The impact was tremendous, sending him flying backward. He skidded for three or four zhang before coming to a stop.
CRACK!
His arms trembled uncontrollably, and a sharp cracking sound came from his bones. The exchange had dislocated his arms. But for him, an injury like this was trivial. With a quick shake, he popped them back into their sockets.
"Kid, let's see you survive this!"
Zhang Yongsheng laughed menacingly. His figure flickered and vanished. The next instant, he reappeared at Lin Feng's side, his fist, as big as a sandbag, smashing viciously toward Lin Feng's head.
"Tch."
With a cold snort, Lin Feng dropped low, shifting his center of gravity to evade Zhang Yongsheng's attack.
BANG!
Zhang Yongsheng's fist missed, slamming into the spot where Lin Feng had just been standing. The paving stones instantly shattered, sending rubble flying.
Lin Feng was a little surprised himself. His reaction had been fast enough, but he hadn't expected Zhang Yongsheng's combat style to be so unconventional.
When Zhang Yongsheng saw his attack miss, he too was slightly taken aback. But he recovered instantly, his body exploding forward again like a bolt of lightning.