Chapter 144: Change
There were no visible changes to his body. Though his internal organs throbbed with a faint, sharp pain, he didn't cry out. It was all within his range of tolerance.
'A Martial Artist at the Peak of Late Innate Realm... He's certainly no pushover.'
Lin Feng wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, looking at Wang Jing with a calm smile.
"Haha... Now that you understand, you should just surrender quietly!"
Seeing Lin Feng take a hit, Wang Jing instantly felt his pride had been restored, and he declared with a booming laugh.
Upon hearing this, the corner of Lin Feng's mouth twitched into a slight smile. "If this is the extent of your strength, I'm afraid your odds of leaving here alive are slim."
"Insolent!"
"I'd like to see what trump card you have that'll let you survive at my hands."
"SWOOSH!"
After saying this, Wang Jing vanished into thin air. His speed was so extreme that he didn't even leave an afterimage.
His entire body moved like a phantom, weaving around Lin Feng and frantically attacking him from every angle.
Lin Feng's reactions were just as swift. Under Wang Jing's frenzied assault, he dodged without haste or panic, appearing completely calm and composed. Then, he quietly extended his right palm and shot it forward!
The next second, Lin Feng's fingers clenched into a fist. He threw a heavy punch toward an empty spot, and with a muffled thud, a cloud of dust and debris exploded outward.
His strike having found its mark, Lin Feng didn't stop. He pressed his advantage, unleashing a seamless combination of punches that flowed like water. To his own surprise, Wang Jing was forced to retreat step by step.
"THUD! THUD! THUD!"
A series of deafening Fist Seals erupted one after another. Wang Jing was stunned by Lin Feng's assault, forced onto the defensive.
"Brat! I'm going to kill you!"
Wang Jing's eyes bulged. He was utterly enraged. He had thought dealing with Lin Feng would be effortless, never expecting him to be so formidable.
At this point, he couldn't care less about his pride. Lin Feng had thoroughly infuriated him, and his only priority now was to kill him on the spot.
Wang Jing let out a sudden roar. His figure flickered like a phantom, reappearing above Lin Feng's head to deliver a vicious whip kick aimed at his skull.
"WHOOSH!"
A fierce wind raged, sweeping up the debris of shattered furniture from the floor and shrouding Lin Feng. But just at that critical moment, Lin Feng also shot upward without any warning!
He raised a hand to meet the whip kick. With a loud "CRACK," the incredible force—enough to shatter a steel pipe—was blocked with casual ease.
Wang Jing's expression changed instantly, his pupils contracting sharply. He could sense that the powerful energy fluctuations emanating from Lin Feng now had definitely surpassed the Innate level!
In the instant he was stunned, Lin Feng had already closed the distance. His right leg shot out, carrying the weight of a mountain as it flew forward.
The kick was immensely powerful, descending like a thunderbolt!
Lin Feng's right leg left an afterimage in the air as it shot toward Wang Jing's chest with overwhelming force. If this kick landed, Wang Jing's chances of survival would be slim to none.
However, faced with Lin Feng's powerful strike, Wang Jing was not alarmed but delighted. A cruel, cold sneer appeared on his lips. With a slight shift of his feet, he actually dodged the blow, then slammed a heavy elbow into Lin Feng's side.
Wang Jing's elbow strike was fast. Although Lin Feng reacted, he was still a step too late and took the full force of the blow. The pain made him grit his teeth, his face twitching, and he staggered, nearly falling over.
Wang Jing seized the opportunity. His other hand formed a knife-edge and shot straight for Lin Feng's throat.
Lin Feng's reaction was equally swift. He launched a leg sweep that forced Wang Jing back, then yanked the nearby sofa in front of him as a shield. Just then, Wang Jing's knife-hand chopped down.
"THUMP!"
A loud bang echoed as the tough leather sofa was split in two by his strike. Stuffing and debris filled the air—a spectacular sight!
Wang Jing frowned slightly, the webbing of his own hand stinging from the impact. But his assault didn't stop; he immediately followed up with a knee strike to Lin Feng's chest.
A grave expression filled Lin Feng's eyes. Wang Jing's attacks were truly powerful; every move was packed with force. Not daring to be careless, Lin Feng channeled his abundant Inner Strength into his arms and engaged Wang Jing in a fierce battle.
"CLANG!"
The sound of clashing metal rang out continuously from within the house. The two were locked in a struggle, neither able to gain the upper hand.
Wang Jing was at the Peak of Late Stage Innate, while Lin Feng was only at the Mid Stage of Innate. There was a gap of a full three minor realms between them, but Lin Feng's power was far beyond that of an ordinary person.
"Not bad, brat! To think you can hold your own against me for this long! Take this!"
Seeing Lin Feng's performance, Wang Jing growled, his gaze turning icy. His muscles suddenly bulged, and he stood his ground like an iron tower!
"Hah!"
With a roar, Wang Jing's body trembled. Veins bulged on his skin as his entire frame seemed to swell. He threw a punch, and this time, the attack was far more powerful than before!
"Split Fist!"
A terrifying gust of wind swept out, accompanied by the sharp whistle of tearing air. The trajectory of his punch was bizarre and unpredictable, faintly forming a series of afterimages.
Furthermore, the destructive power it contained was immense. If this punch landed squarely, even Lin Feng would be gravely injured. A hit to a vital spot would be undoubtedly fatal.
This was Wang Jing's signature move, a technique he took great pride in. It was a Mid Stage of Yellow Tier martial art, considered a fairly high-class technique even within his sect.
'And Lin Feng is just a Martial Artist from the secular world. What could he possibly use to block this?!'
"Haaaah..."
Seeing Wang Jing unleash such a powerful technique, Lin Feng couldn't help but take a deep breath. He knew just how formidable this attack was.
Not daring to hesitate, he instantly mobilized the vast reserves of Inner Strength within his Dantian and threw a punch of his own.
The punch looked ordinary, but it was suffused with a dense concentration of Inner Strength. Lin Feng was finally getting serious. As he threw the punch, the surrounding air shrieked from the friction.
"BOOM!"
The two fists collided. In that instant, a shockwave erupted, obliterating the surrounding tables, chairs, and other furniture. Wang Jing was forced back several steps.
Lin Feng, however, hadn't moved an inch. The sight stunned Wang Jing, who had been certain his attack would take Lin Feng's life.
He never imagined that he would be the one to come up short. His mood instantly soured, and a feeling of deep shame washed over him.