Chapter 122: Attitude?
"Heh, as expected of someone who dares to try and take something from me. You really do have some skill."
Wu Tianxiang said dismissively, as if he didn't take Lin Feng seriously at all.
"You think you're qualified to judge me? Are you worthy?"
"Just come at me together. Let me see what the Wu Family's martial arts are made of."
Lin Feng said coolly, unconcerned by their attitude.
"What an arrogant bastard. You're asking to die."
A cold glint flashed in Wu Tianxiang's eyes. He said in a low voice, "Go ahead. I'd like to see what this country bumpkin is really made of."
As soon as he finished speaking, the bodyguards behind him remained still. Instead, a plain-looking young man stepped forward.
The young man had ordinary features and a thin, sickly-looking frame, but his eyes were unusually profound.
"My name is Wu Zhi. Today, I'll let you witness the true power of the Wu Family."
"You're not the only Martial Artist in this world."
After Wu Zhi finished speaking, his entire aura suddenly surged. A brilliant light erupted from his eyes, as if stars were twinkling within them—utterly intimidating!
"Hm, not bad."
Lin Feng grunted in mild surprise, then nodded with interest.
"In that case, make your move. You probably won't get another chance."
"You talk too much."
Wu Zhi's brow twitched, and he stomped his foot!
BAM!
A muffled bang echoed as a shallow crater appeared on the ground. In the next instant, Wu Zhi's figure vanished from his spot.
His right leg flew high into the air, whipping down like a steel rod!
"Hmph, parlor tricks!"
Lin Feng sneered. His hands suddenly flew open, and he chopped forward with his left hand like a knife.
THUD!
With another dull thud, Wu Zhi's right leg slammed viciously into Lin Feng's arm.
Lin Feng didn't move an inch, but a faint flush crept onto Wu Zhi's face.
It felt as if his leg had struck a solid steel plate. The immense rebound force nearly sent him flying backward.
'Such astonishing defensive power! Has this guy trained in the Iron Cloth Shirt technique?'
Wu Zhi thought to himself. But instead of feeling afraid, he charged forward again, his arms crossing as he struck out like a bolt of lightning toward Lin Feng's chest!
"Cheap tricks."
Lin Feng just chuckled and shook his head. He then abruptly lifted his right foot and kicked straight at Wu Zhi's groin!
This was the weakest point on Wu Zhi's entire body!
If that kick landed, even if he didn't die, he would definitely never be a man again.
"Despicable!"
Sensing the danger, Wu Zhi's face went pale with fright. He hurriedly pulled his arms back to shield his groin and leaped away.
Lin Feng's kick missed. He then closed the distance in a flash, sweeping his leg out and striking the young man right on the knees!
CRACK!
The young man cried out in agony and collapsed to his knees. Intense pain shot through his entire body, causing beads of sweat to form on his forehead.
"You lose."
Lin Feng glanced at him dispassionately, then turned his head to face Wu Zhiguo and spoke.
"Good! What a fine Mr. Lin!"
Wu Zhiguo gritted his teeth, his eyes narrowing to slits. He said menacingly, "I hope you can withstand the wrath of the Wu Family."
"The Wu Family? Are they supposed to be impressive?"
Lin Feng stared at him coldly, a sneer playing on his lips.
He had seen far greater power. He really wasn't bothered by the threat of a mere Postnatal Martial Artist.
If it weren't the middle of the day with so many people watching, Wu Zhiguo and Wu Tianxiang would already be dead at his hands.
"Damn you, kid! Do you really think you're unstoppable just because you're an Innate Martial Artist?!"
With a furious roar, Wu Zhiguo suddenly shot forward like a cannonball.
At the same time, his right fist began to glow with a metallic sheen as it flew toward Lin Feng's head, carrying terrifyingly destructive power!
If this punch were to land, it could even blow a car to pieces!
'Although this guy is only practicing an ordinary Ancient Martial Arts technique, his physical strength has already reached the Peak of the Postnatal Realm. The force behind that punch is enough to tear through a car.'
However, this level of power was still no match for Lin Feng.
He shifted his body slightly to the side, then extended a finger. As gracefully as a dragonfly touching water, he easily dodged Wu Zhiguo's punch and then tapped out with that same finger.
It landed squarely on his opponent's fist, flicking it away.
"You...!"
Wu Zhiguo's pupils shrank instantly. He felt as if he had been struck by a mountain, and he stumbled back several steps before he could regain his balance.
He stared at Lin Feng in horror. He had just used his full strength, yet he hadn't even managed to touch his opponent's clothes. The feeling was enough to make him break down.
In this entire world, aside from his master, no one had ever been able to receive his attacks so easily!
'No, I can't keep wasting time like this.'
Wu Zhiguo was growing agitated. Lin Feng's performance far exceeded his expectations, so he had to end this fight quickly.
At this thought, the Inner Strength in Wu Zhiguo's body surged. In an instant, his frame seemed to grow taller and more muscular.
"A Body Forging Technique? It's quite good, I'll admit. But unfortunately for you, it's useless against me."
Lin Feng shook his head.
"What do you know? This is the exclusive secret manual of the Wu Family, a contemporary Martial Arts Family! How could someone from your lowly stock possibly understand our power!"
Wu Zhiguo said arrogantly. He had immense faith in his family's Secret Technique, which gave him a great deal of confidence when facing Lin Feng.
"Oh?"
Lin Feng's eyes lit up slightly at his words. Now he finally understood why Wu Zhiguo was so arrogant and domineering.
'So the Wu Family had such a powerful Cultivation Technique hidden away.'
"So what if you know, kid? It's just your bad luck to have run into me today."
Wu Zhiguo gave a savage grin, then stomped the ground and leaped up, his right leg swinging toward Lin Feng's head like a heavy sledgehammer.
He wanted to take Lin Feng down in one move, then tear him limb from limb. Only that could quell the rage and frustration in his heart.
"How ridiculous."
Lin Feng sneered. He truly didn't take this level of attack seriously. After all, trash like this wasn't even worthy of him using thirty percent of his strength.
SWOOSH!
With a simple sway of his body, Lin Feng dodged Wu Zhiguo's attack, then sent a palm strike floating out.
SLAP!
Lin Feng's palm connected squarely with Wu Zhiguo's cheek.
"Pfft!"
Wu Zhiguo was sent spinning to the ground, his mouth full of blood. A few broken teeth flew out in a bloody spray.
Lin Feng didn't stop there. He closed the distance again and slapped Wu Zhiguo twice more, knocking him unconscious.