Chapter 105: Sudden Change
By now, he had reached Lin Feng's side, a massive fist hammering directly at his chest.
Lin Feng's expression grew heavy. With a flick of his arm, he sent a Short Blade flying out. This time, his target was Zhang Yongsheng's neck.
"SWISH!"
The sharp sound of the Short Blade slicing through the air rang out, followed by a flash of cold light. The blade shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, speeding toward Zhang Yongsheng's throat.
Such a fierce strike made Zhang Yongsheng's face fall, but he reacted swiftly. He leaped backward abruptly, barely dodging Lin Feng's fatal blow.
"BANG!"
Zhang Yongsheng spun in mid-air and landed on his feet. Using the immense force of his landing, he kicked out and struck Lin Feng directly in the stomach.
Lin Feng felt an overwhelming force send him flying. But that wasn't all; before Zhang Yongsheng had even retracted his foot, he followed up with a sweeping kick that lashed out directly at Lin Feng's chest.
"BANG!"
Lin Feng was sent flying backward. He adjusted his posture in mid-air and barely managed to land on his feet.
Zhang Yongsheng gave Lin Feng no chance to catch his breath, immediately charging at him. The two men began a fierce battle in the forest...
"WHOOSH!"
Suddenly, Lin Feng's figure flickered. With an uncanny movement, he dodged Zhang Yongsheng's punch and snatched up the fallen Short Blade from the ground.
"CLANG!"
Lin Feng flicked his arm, and the Short Blade slashed directly at Zhang Yongsheng's neck.
This kind of close-quarters attack was the only offensive option Lin Feng had, and it was also an effective way to make Zhang Yongsheng feel threatened!
"BANG!"
Lin Feng and Zhang Yongsheng were a constant blur, their movements incredibly swift. Gusts of wind swirled around them.
Every clash between them produced a deafening boom. Zhang Yongsheng was gradually losing ground; his speed could no longer keep up with Lin Feng's. If this continued, his defeat was certain.
"BANG!"
After they exchanged a powerful blow in mid-air, Lin Feng used the momentum to create a safe distance between them. He then looked at Zhang Yongsheng and smiled coldly. "So this is all you've got."
"You're even stronger than I imagined. I underestimated you."
Zhang Yongsheng stared at Lin Feng, his eyes cold. The strength Lin Feng had just displayed had indeed shocked him. 'Although Lin Feng is suppressing me now,' he thought, 'in terms of true strength, he's definitely not weaker than me.' That was why he had said what he did.
"Then why waste your breath? If you already know the outcome, what are you waiting for?"
Lin Feng smiled faintly, preparing to press his attack. He knew Zhang Yongsheng was at his wits' end, and his own confidence soared. 'Zhang Yongsheng is strong, but I haven't even used my trump cards yet.'
Lin Feng's arrogant attitude thoroughly enraged Zhang Yongsheng. 'This guy is far too arrogant.'
The corner of Zhang Yongsheng's mouth twitched contemptuously. 'Who am I? I am an Elder of the Martial Pavilion! And what is this Lin Feng? Nothing but a disciple. How dare he provoke me? He's courting death!'
"WHOOSH!"
Zhang Yongsheng swung his arms, and a faint golden light shone from his sleeves in the moonlight. With another shake, a pair of golden-yellow bracers appeared on his wrists, covered in intricate patterns.
"SWOOSH!"
Zhang Yongsheng threw a punch directly at Lin Feng. The punch was incredibly tyrannical; even the terrifying force of the wind it generated stung Lin Feng's cheeks.
Seeing this, Lin Feng couldn't help but frown. 'I never thought Zhang Yongsheng would have such a strange item. This fight just got a lot more difficult.'
"BANG!"
The two fists collided with a muffled thud. Zhang Yongsheng was immediately forced back three steps before he could steady himself. His own fist was faintly numb and sore from the impact.
Staring at his fist, Zhang Yongsheng's eyes filled with horror. 'The Zhang Family's greatest strength is our Body Refining Technique, yet this kid can fight me head-on in a physical clash and even gain the upper hand! This is simply unbelievable.'
"How formidable!"
Zhang Yongsheng said, looking at Lin Feng. Although he didn't know what move Lin Feng had used to block his punch, he knew that it would be difficult for even him to attain such physical prowess.
"I told you, you're dreaming if you think this is enough to kill me!"
Lin Feng let out a cold shout and lunged at Zhang Yongsheng with clenched fists. His Fist Technique was cunning and vicious, as fast as lightning. Streaks of afterimages flashed through the night, stirring up waves of Gang Qi.
Not to be outdone, Zhang Yongsheng met him head-on. The two were instantly entangled, the clash of their fists and palms creating a series of muffled thuds as their figures collided again and again in the dark.
Lin Feng's Fist Technique was crafty and unpredictable, each punch thrown without any discernible pattern. But Zhang Yongsheng's defense was even more formidable; one of Lin Feng's punches landed on his chest, but it only managed to make him pause for an instant!
Both had cultivated their physical bodies to the peak. They were now brawling with all their might, holding nothing back. Each wanted to finish the other off quickly and decisively to ensure victory.
"BANG!"
Finally, one of Zhang Yongsheng's punches slammed hard into Lin Feng's shoulder, but Lin Feng seemed completely unaffected, showing no reaction at all.
Instead, he hammered a backhand punch into Zhang Yongsheng's chest. Then, with a quick sidestep, he moved to Zhang Yongsheng's flank and drove his right knee toward his waist.
Zhang Yongsheng instantly understood Lin Feng's intention. 'He's trying to force me to retreat and dodge his knee strike.'
But Zhang Yongsheng was not one to give in so easily. He leaned forward and caught Lin Feng's leg with both arms, intending to shove him away. The veins on his arms bulged, a terrifying sight.
But just as Zhang Yongsheng was about to push him away, Lin Feng's left leg swept out and struck his abdomen. Zhang Yongsheng instantly lost his balance and was knocked to the ground by the kick.
Lin Feng refused to let up. He took a quick step forward to get close to Zhang Yongsheng, swung his right leg up violently, and kicked directly at his head.
Zhang Yongsheng's body suddenly dropped. Pushing off the ground with both hands, he sprang back up and threw a heavy, hammer-like fist at Lin Feng's thigh. It was clearly too late for Lin Feng to change his attack.
And so, he could only watch helplessly as Zhang Yongsheng's iron fist smashed toward his thigh.