Chapter 126: Straight Punch
He threw a simple, direct punch, free of any fancy moves, and it landed squarely on Chen Wu's chest.
"Damn it! I refuse to believe I'll actually lose to you!"
Seeing Lin Feng throw a punch that completely abandoned all defense, Chen Wu roared in fury. His aura surged, his face flushed crimson, and it looked as if his eyes were about to bleed.
The next moment, he strode forward, both fists lashing out, one aimed at Lin Feng's eyes and the other at his abdomen.
"Hmph. The last throes of a dying animal."
Lin Feng scoffed. With an uncanny twist of his body, he dodged Chen Wu's attack. He coiled slightly and then sprang up, lashing out with a whip kick aimed at Chen Wu's head.
"You think I didn't see that coming?"
Chen Wu smirked coldly, ducking under Lin Feng's kick before leaping up abruptly.
An Iron Mountain Lean hurtled toward Lin Feng. If it connected, Lin Feng would surely be sent flying. But Lin Feng was already prepared. He leaned back slightly, dodging the impact.
"Hehe, take this!"
Chen Wu laughed savagely. His other hand shot up, bringing a heavy, chopping punch down on Lin Feng's shoulder.
Lin Feng's eyebrow twitched. He spun around, bending his body like a bow and guarding his chest with his hands, then shot a punch toward his opponent's wrist.
"In your dreams!"
As a battle-hardened fighter, Chen Wu instantly recognized Lin Feng's intent. He retracted his wrist, transitioning from a punch to an elbow strike, and viciously jabbed the point of his elbow toward Lin Feng's gut.
"BANG!"
With a dull thud, Chen Wu's body was sent flying again. He felt a searing pain in his abdomen, as if a hammer had smashed into it.
This time, Lin Feng didn't press his advantage. Chen Wu's sneak attack had seemed simple, but the killing intent hidden within it had secretly alarmed Lin Feng.
He knew his opponent definitely had a trump card.
"Cough, cough… Hahaha… Lin Feng, you're very good!"
Sure enough, after Chen Wu hit the ground, he immediately scrambled back up. Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he grinned. "You're even tougher to deal with than I imagined!"
Even as he said this, his face still held a thick look of contempt.
"But you're unlucky to have run into me today. I have a trump card of my own!"
He took a deep breath, and his center of gravity dropped noticeably. Like a fierce tiger descending a mountain, he lunged at Lin Feng.
This was the Chong Character Technique from Baji Fist, a skill that every Ancient Martial Artist had to master. Practiced to its peak, a single punch could shatter boulders!
"BANG!"
A deafening sound erupted from under Chen Wu's feet as he took a step forward, moving like a stampeding elephant.
"Bring it on!"
Lin Feng sneered, also executing Baji Fist and colliding with Chen Wu.
For a moment, fists and feet flew as the two men were locked in a fierce exchange, neither giving an inch.
Although Lin Feng was only in his twenties, he had been practicing martial arts since he was a child. His three souls and six spirits had been sealed for five years, and even now his meridians remained blocked.
But his physical qualities were still far beyond that of an ordinary person. Even an Ancient Martial Arts master from a hidden sect probably wouldn't get any advantage against him.
Furthermore, his Baji Fist was incredibly refined, making it all the more difficult for Chen Wu to suppress him.
"BANG! BANG! BANG!"
The two clashed violently once more, trading blows again and again in a furious exchange. Neither could gain the upper hand.
But Chen Wu was no ordinary Ancient Martial Artist. After a brief exchange, he found an opening and viciously swept a whip kick toward Lin Feng's waist.
"CRACK!"
Lin Feng twisted at the waist, dodging the kick. He used the momentum to launch himself into the air, tumbling to dissipate the massive force. Then, he followed up with a series of kicks aimed at Chen Wu's arms.
"BANG!"
Chen Wu reacted quickly, sidestepping abruptly to dodge the attack.
But Lin Feng didn't stop his assault. He adjusted his posture in mid-air and continued his forward momentum, his legs striking like lightning as he kicked viciously at Chen Wu's head.
"Hmph!"
Chen Wu snorted coldly and retreated in a flash.
As Chen Wu retreated, Lin Feng seized the opportunity to land a vicious Groin Kick.
Caught off guard, Chen Wu screamed in pain, clutching his groin as he fell to his knees.
Seeing this, Lin Feng didn't let down his guard. He lunged forward, raised his left fist, and smashed it into Chen Wu's face.
"SPURT!"
Blood splattered. Lin Feng's punch knocked out half of Chen Wu's teeth, tearing his gums and sending blood streaming from his mouth.
Chen Wu clutched his mouth, swaying, but couldn't stop himself from spitting out a few teeth. He staggered back and finally collapsed, sitting on the ground.
"If this is the extent of your strength, then you might as well lie down and die. You couldn't even see the opening I deliberately created. You're a real disappointment."
Lin Feng snorted coldly. Just now, he had deliberately used a kick to bait his opponent, then capitalized on the opening with the Wall Lean from Baji Fist to brutally knock Chen Wu down.
Chen Wu gritted his teeth, glaring viciously at Lin Feng. "Lin, I admit I underestimated you. But so what? The gap between us is obvious. You're destined to die by my hand."
"Hmph. Since you put it that way, I'll send you on your way. It'll save me the trouble."
Lin Feng's gaze turned ice-cold. He took a large stride forward, his right hand forming an eagle's claw as he lunged for his opponent's neck.
Chen Wu was a formidable opponent. Although injured, he was not to be underestimated. Lin Feng attacked with his full power from the outset, using the Dragon Capturing Technique, a form of Grappling Technique.
The Dragon Capturing Technique was characterized by its lightning-fast strikes, making it nearly impossible to evade. The essence of grappling was to immobilize an enemy, rendering them helpless.
"Hehe… Dragon Capturing Technique? I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed. Grapple me? Are you even worthy?"
Chen Wu sneered and shot backward in a flash. He planted his hands on the ground, his knees tensed, and then his body launched forward like a pouncing cheetah—fierce and swift.
"WHOOSH!"
Chen Wu's speed was incredible; he reached Lin Feng's side in the blink of an eye.
"BANG!"
His hands shot out, fingers as hard as cast iron, stabbing toward Lin Feng's throat like two daggers.
Lin Feng's pupils contracted. He leaned back, dodging the fatal blow by a hair's breadth.
'I didn't expect Chen Wu to be this fast,' he thought. 'I was careless for a split second, and he used a feint.'
"BANG!"
But he was a fraction of a second too slow. A blow landed on his ribs again, and searing pain shot through his body.
Gritting his teeth against the agonizing pain in his ribs, he re-engaged Chen Wu in battle.
"BANG!"
The two continued to clash violently, and Lin Feng, drawing on his vast experience, repeatedly danced on the knife's edge between life and death.