Chapter 143: Swiftly
With that, he shot toward Lin Feng, his speed incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, he was right in front of him.
His iron fists were clenched, whistling through the air as they aimed straight for Lin Feng's face!
"BANG!"
Lin Feng raised his right hand, his index and middle fingers held together, and nonchalantly blocked the man's ferocious iron fist. But the man's strength was so immense that it forced him back several steps!
Seeing that Lin Feng had blocked his punch, a flicker of excitement flashed in the man's eyes. He then leaped high into the air, his fists a flurry of motion, raining down on Lin Feng like a storm of blows!
Lin Feng responded by throwing up a defensive stance, his hands a blur of afterimages. Sharp waves of energy rippled through the air as each of his blocks met the man's iron fists in a direct clash!
"BOOM!"
A dull thud echoed through the room. The force of their attacks sent them both stumbling backward, and every collision generated a violent shockwave.
The furniture in the living room rattled, and even the walls began to shake. The aftershocks of their battle were a testament to its ferocity!
'This black-robed man is strong,' Lin Feng thought, slightly surprised. 'He's leagues beyond Wu San!'
"Heh. For a mere Mortal Martial Artist, the fact that you can trade a few blows with me is quite something, kid."
"You've earned the right to know my name. Remember this, kid: the man who kills you is named Wang Jing."
The man in black steadied himself and looked down at Lin Feng, speaking slowly.
But Lin Feng's gaze remained calm, as if he didn't take Wang Jing seriously at all. He said coolly, "Wang Jing? Your name suits you well enough, I suppose. But if you think you can kill me, you're still a long way off."
"Then try me!"
Hearing Lin Feng's taunt, a deep killing intent surfaced in Wang Jing's eyes. 'I am a dignified Ancient Martial Artist! When have I ever been so humiliated?'
"HUMMM!"
Wang Jing roared, and the very air around him seemed to twist. A torrent of internal energy surged through his meridians and into his fists. As the violent power gathered, the veins on his arm bulged.
"Die!"
With another roar, Wang Jing swung his right hand, unleashing a blow of peerless might straight at Lin Feng's chest.
Facing the punch, Lin Feng chose neither to dodge nor to block. He stood his ground like a great pine tree, arms crossed, waiting without a trace of fear.
"BAM!"
The two fists collided once more. This time, Lin Feng finally moved. His footing wavered slightly, but he just barely managed to hold his ground.
"Hm? A little interesting. But that's all it is—interesting!"
The man was slightly taken aback by this. He hadn't expected Lin Feng to be able to withstand his attack, which was quite a surprise.
'But surprise is one thing,' he thought. 'I still don't believe Lin Feng can win. The gap in our strength is simply too vast—an insurmountable chasm!'
"BANG!"
The man continued his oppressive assault, each punch he threw at Lin Feng accompanied by a powerful gust of air.
He forced Lin Feng to retreat again and again, all the way to the windowsill. By now, the two of them had been forced out of the window.
The man's eyes narrowed. He stomped his right foot hard on the window ledge, using the force to launch himself straight at Lin Feng!
"Die, kid!"
Wang Jing roared as he threw a vicious punch!
For this punch, Wang Jing condensed all his power into a single point, concentrating it in his right fist. The might it contained was terrifying.
Even the air couldn't withstand the terrifying force of the punch; it warped under the pressure, creating a sonic boom that rushed straight toward Lin Feng's face.
Seeing Wang Jing's fist about to connect, Lin Feng was certainly not one to sit back and await his doom. A sharp glint flashed in his eyes as his aura surged to its peak.
He immediately formed his right hand into a claw, the veins on his wrist bulging. A surge of Inner Strength erupted from his Dantian, instantly pouring into his hand.
His hand was now covered in a faint green, fluorescent light that held a subtle metallic sheen, giving it a peculiar look. The target of his claw was none other than Wang Jing's approaching iron fist!
"CLANG!"
A completely different type of collision sound rang out. Lin Feng hadn't moved an inch, but Wang Jing's entire right arm had bent slightly. His expression darkened instantly; he clearly hadn't expected his punch to fail.
"Hmph! So you do have some skill, kid. No wonder you dared to provoke me!"
Wang Jing stared at Lin Feng with a sinister expression, his voice laced with ice.
Lin Feng didn't respond. He simply stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at him with an indifferent expression.
At this, Wang Jing's eye twitched. He had never been a patient man, and after being provoked by Lin Feng, he was consumed by rage.
"Boy, you have truly angered me now!"
He let out a furious roar to the heavens, and his aura suddenly skyrocketed, making it seem as if the entire building was shaking.
"SWOOSH!"
His figure vanished again, only to reappear suddenly behind Lin Feng.
"WHOOSH!"
Wang Jing brandished his fists, sending projectiles of force slicing through the air toward the back of Lin Feng's head!
"SWISH!"
However, Lin Feng seemed to have been prepared. With an uncanny twist of his body, he narrowly dodged the fatal attack.
"Damn it! I refuse to believe you can keep dodging!"
Wang Jing's speed was incredible; his figure darted left and right, making him impossible to track.
Lin Feng continuously weaved and dodged, evading Wang Jing's attacks time after time. This evasive strategy only made Wang Jing more and more agitated!
"Fuck! You bastard!"
Wang Jing cursed, growing impatient. 'I can't believe it's taking me this long to deal with a mere Martial Artist from the Mortal Realm. If word of this gets out, how could I ever show my face again?'
"WHOOSH!"
He suddenly appeared high above Lin Feng's head, both fists clenched, and brought them crashing down. He was using all his strength in this strike, vowing to annihilate Lin Feng right here and now!
At that moment, Lin Feng's eyes narrowed. He bent his body slightly, gathering his power, ready to act.
"BOOM!"
Finally, their fists collided in mid-air. A tremendous force exploded outward, sending both figures flying back several meters.
"Cough, cough!"
Lin Feng's breath hitched. The powerful impact threw his breathing into chaos, and his body plummeted from mid-air, crashing hard onto the ground.
Seeing this, Wang Jing's brow furrowed. 'Even though I didn't use my full cultivation power in that punch,' he thought, 'I still put everything I had into it. For Lin Feng to take it head-on and only suffer a light injury... his physical resilience must be terrifying!'
But at that moment, Lin Feng was already standing some distance away, a faint smile even playing on his lips.