Chapter 108: Destruction
'If this can't be resolved peacefully, then let it end in total destruction. As long as I kill Lin Feng today, everything will turn out for the best.' Thinking this, Zhang Yongsheng's eyes filled with a bloodthirsty killing intent.
But while Zhang Yongsheng's thoughts were racing, Lin Feng was not idle. With a single step, he instantly closed the distance to Zhang Yongsheng, thrusting both palms straight toward his chest.
"BAM! BAM!"
Lin Feng's assault was ferocious. His palms struck out like a torrential downpour, each blow aimed directly at Zhang Yongsheng's heart.
Zhang Yongsheng gritted his teeth, pushing his entire body's Inner Strength to its limit. Wielding his Short Blade, he clashed fiercely with Lin Feng, and the two became locked in a chaotic melee.
Lin Feng's attacks were as swift as the wind, but Zhang Yongsheng's speed was not the least bit slower. The sounds of their exchange were endless, and the entire clearing was torn to shreds by their footsteps.
Just then, Lin Feng's eyes sharpened. He suddenly sensed the sound of something slicing through the air behind him. His reaction was instantaneous; he ducked his head with incredible speed. With a "SHINK," a dart plunged into the ground right next to his ear.
Lin Feng's figure flickered again, dodging another dart that had tried to ambush him from the flank.
"CLATTER!"
The dart fell to the ground with a crisp sound. At that moment, Zhang Yongsheng appeared before Lin Feng, his short knife once again stabbing toward Lin Feng's throat!
"CLANG!"
Seeing this, Lin Feng swung his own Short Blade horizontally to parry. They were less than a foot apart; he had no room to evade and could only meet the attack head-on.
But when his Short Blade collided with Zhang Yongsheng's short knife, he clearly felt his opponent use a hidden force. A tremendous power traveled up his Short Blade, sending Lin Feng staggering backward.
Zhang Yongsheng was slightly stunned. He hadn't expected Lin Feng's strength to be this formidable. He had used seventy or eighty percent of his power in that last blow, yet Lin Feng had somehow managed to withstand it.
"BOOM!"
Lin Feng gave Zhang Yongsheng no chance to breathe. He crouched slightly, bending his knees, and threw a vicious right hook. It flew with a whistling sound, aimed straight for Zhang Yongsheng.
The change was too sudden. Zhang Yongsheng was forced to dodge to the side. The fist grazed the tip of his nose, leaving a shallow, bloody gash on his cheek.
Zhang Yongsheng roared in anger. With a flick of his wrist, several thin blades flew toward Lin Feng once again. The assault was practically airtight.
Lin Feng could only barely defend himself, but even that was becoming exceedingly difficult for him in his current state.
Zhang Yongsheng's attacks grew more and more ferocious, and Lin Feng was gradually starting to be overwhelmed. His body was beginning to sway, he was covered in cuts, and a battle like this was incredibly arduous for him right now.
But he had no intention of retreating. On the contrary, the fighting spirit and excitement in his eyes only intensified.
He had been hailed as a prodigy since childhood. After all, he was the one taken in as a Closed-door Disciple by the master of the Immortal Doctor Valley, one of the top powers among the hidden sects!
While others were still experimenting with Basic Level formulas, he was already capable of performing Alchemy on his own.
And when others finally reached the Innate Realm after countless hardships, he was already preparing to take over the Medical Immortal Valley and the Lin Group.
If not for the unique nature of the Supreme Profound Medical Scripture, which required him to start from scratch and unseal it step by step, he would never have experienced this kind of life-or-death battle. And this was precisely the kind of fight he craved—the fight he had always dreamed of!
A smile touched his lips, and it grew wider and wider, for he had already discovered Zhang Yongsheng's weakness.
'Although his attacks are sharp, every strike feels like it's hitting a steel plate. It's an issue of lacking harmony.'
"Your blade techniques are too monotonous. They have astonishing power, but they lack flexibility. My style, however, is far more domineering. As long as I have the upper hand, your only fate is death."
Lin Feng said this to Zhang Yongsheng nonchalantly, but then his figure moved, vanishing like a phantom.
Just as Zhang Yongsheng was reeling in shock, Lin Feng's figure suddenly reappeared, his hand shooting directly for his neck. The move made the hairs on Zhang Yongsheng's arms stand on end.
Lin Feng's speed was too fast—so fast that even he couldn't track it at all. 'What kind of Body Technique is this?'
Zhang Yongsheng was utterly astonished. This was no Body Technique that an ordinary person could execute. The thought left him completely horrified!
'There's something wrong with this kid! He's definitely not some common, worldly Martial Artist!'
'I've never even seen such a profound, high-level Body Technique!'
Horror and greed flashed in his eyes as he watched the ethereal, illusory Body Technique. A technique so unfathomably profound was absolutely beyond his comprehension. If he could get his hands on it, the benefits would be immense!
'Maybe I can even use this opportunity to return to the sect!'
At this thought, the greed in Zhang Yongsheng's eyes intensified. He retreated explosively, and with a flip of his short knife, he sent a flurry of cold glints shooting toward Lin Feng like a sky full of starlight.
Lin Feng snorted coldly. As he twisted to dodge a short dagger, he drove an elbow straight into Zhang Yongsheng's abdomen!
"BAM!"
Zhang Yongsheng was sent flying by the blow. He spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, not having expected the toughness of Lin Feng's physical body to be so far beyond that of a normal person.
"SWOOSH!"
Just as Zhang Yongsheng landed, several silver needles glittering with a cold light flew toward him. He could tell that although the needles seemed scattered, each one was aimed at a vital acupoint. If they hit, even if he had ten lives, he would die instantly!
He didn't dare to be the slightest bit careless, hastily leaping aside to dodge the deadly needle attack.
Lin Feng seized the opportunity to rush in front of Zhang Yongsheng. He put away his Short Blade, and his clenched fists rained down like a torrential storm, each punch containing enough power to shatter metal and stone.
"Kid, you've gone too far!"
Zhang Yongsheng completely lost it. He couldn't believe that he was struggling so much against a mere Early Stage of Innate Martial Artist. He felt he had completely lost face.
Just as Zhang Yongsheng was being suppressed by Lin Feng and found himself in a perilous situation, a Willow Leaf Dart appeared in his hand. The dart shimmered with a ghostly green, poisonous light that would make one's heart palpitate just by looking at it.
"Die!"
Zhang Yongsheng bellowed. With a flick of his wrist, the hidden weapon shot straight for Lin Feng's chest. Lin Feng's brow furrowed; even from a distance, he could smell the strange, sickly-sweet scent wafting from it.