Chapter 145: Getting Serious
"Kid, it looks like I'll have to get serious today!"
As Wang Jing finished speaking, the muscles all over his body instantly swelled, his frame growing taller and far more imposing.
His muscles tensed, hard as steel, giving off an impression of extreme durability—like an impenetrable wall of iron!
"Iron Palm!"
His body trembled, and then he thrust out a palm. The strike was incredibly fast, reaching Lin Feng in the blink of an eye.
Lin Feng's expression turned grim. This Iron Palm was no joke. It could enhance the user's strength and speed; it was no ordinary Cultivation Technique.
Lin Feng leaned to his left, narrowly dodging the fierce palm strike. Still, the powerful gust it generated whipped his clothes about, making them snap in the air.
Just then, Wang Jing kicked out at Lin Feng's calf. The kick was powerful and heavy, as if carrying the force of a thousand pounds, aimed to snap Lin Feng's leg in two!
Lin Feng hurriedly raised his leg to block, but he was still a fraction of a second too slow. He felt a sharp pain in his calf as Wang Jing's kick sent him flying.
Lin Feng didn't dare hesitate after he landed. He scrambled up, executing a kip-up to get back on his feet as beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
'This old guy's skills are no joke!'
Lin Feng rubbed his numb calf, his expression growing serious. He had to admit Wang Jing was a formidable opponent.
But he was only a formidable opponent, nothing more. Lin Feng wasn't too concerned. In fact, to him, this Wang Jing would make a good stepping stone.
"Heh heh, what do you think? Feeling the strain, are you? Then try this move on for size!"
Wang Jing sneered and then moved. His fists clenched as he shot forward again. His speed was incredible. He used a simple, direct Baji Wall Lean to slam into Lin Feng.
This move was incomparably ferocious. It was so forceful it made the air crackle. If that charge connected, it could probably kill a bull outright!
But Lin Feng didn't hesitate, choosing to meet force with force.
BANG!
The two collided again. This impact was even more violent than the last. The resulting shockwave sent the already shattered furniture flying.
STOMP, STOMP, STOMP!
From that one exchange, Lin Feng was forced back four or five steps before he could steady himself. Wang Jing was also pushed back two or three steps, but he only stumbled slightly and appeared unharmed.
"Hahaha! Kid, do you see the gap between us now? This is the chasm between our cultivation realms! No matter how heaven-defying your talent is, it's a gap you can never cross!"
Wang Jing laughed maniacally. Only now did he finally reclaim his pride as a disciple of a hidden sect.
"Hmph! Don't get arrogant too soon. It's not over 'til it's over!"
Lin Feng snorted. He didn't want to waste any more words, because he also knew the victor between them had not yet been decided.
The moment the words left his mouth, Lin Feng's figure blurred into an afterimage and shot straight toward Wang Jing.
WHOOSH!
Lin Feng was incredibly fast, appearing before Wang Jing in an instant. He reached out with his right hand, aiming for Wang Jing's throat!
"Petty tricks!"
Wang Jing snorted coldly, dodging Lin Feng's claw-like grasp with a quick flash of movement. Then, with a backhand, he sent a Palm Seal flying viciously toward Lin Feng's shoulder!
And in that split second, a wicked smile played on Lin Feng's lips. 'This Wang Jing really thinks I'm a pushover. Daring to meet my attack head-on... he's asking for death!'
"Dragon-Subduing Finger!"
Lin Feng shouted lowly, his two fingers forming a hook like an eagle's talon as he swiped at Wang Jing's wrist. 'Since this Wang Jing dares to attack me with his hands, I might as well use the Dragon-Subduing Finger to take him down.'
"Hm?"
Wang Jing's brow furrowed. He never expected Lin Feng to have such a tricky move. As a top-tier Martial Artist himself, he naturally understood Lin Feng's intention.
He immediately tensed his wrist, protecting the vulnerable spot, while his other hand shot out to grab Lin Feng's throat. This move was filled with killing intent, aimed at ending Lin Feng's life!
Lin Feng was taken aback for a moment. Wang Jing's sudden change in strategy had caught him off guard, but he didn't panic.
SMACK!
His arm vibrated rapidly, instantly striking Wang Jing's wrist and knocking his hand aside. Although Lin Feng was also forced back two steps by the impact, he hadn't been caught.
"Heh, you've got a few tricks up your sleeve, kid!"
Wang Jing's expression was uncertain. During that last exchange, he realized Lin Feng wasn't as easy to deal with as he had imagined. Still, having gained the upper hand in the clash gave him a surge of confidence.
"Kid, get on your knees, kowtow, and beg for mercy right now, and I might consider sparing your pathetic life. Otherwise, I will cut you down today!"
Wang Jing stared at the distant Lin Feng and spoke coldly, his tone filled with a world-defying arrogance. In his eyes, Lin Feng was already a turtle in a jar—trapped with no escape.
"Heh."
Lin Feng gave a faint smile and said, "You really overestimate yourself, don't you? Do you honestly think you can beat me?"
"Then let's wait and see. I'm eager to find out which is harder: your mouth or my fists!"
Wang Jing said coldly, then charged forward once again.
Lin Feng's expression remained icy. He showed no fear, instead lunging forward in a single bound. He had also decided to finish Wang Jing off first.
HUFF... HUFF!
Lin Feng was panting heavily, his chest heaving. His battle with Wang Jing had consumed a great deal of his energy.
Wang Jing wasn't much better off; he was also panting with exhaustion. Although he appeared to have the upper hand, it was only because Lin Feng had already expended a great deal of stamina fighting Li Yi earlier.
BOOM!
Lin Feng surged forward again, smashing a fist out with the force of a thunderbolt. The punch was immensely powerful, tearing through the air with a series of sonic booms. The terrifying fist wind sent leaves rustling wildly.
BANG!
Just as Lin Feng's fist was about to land, Wang Jing boldly struck out with both palms, smacking them directly against Lin Feng's fist.
A violent collision erupted, and both were thrown back several meters by the shock. But this also proved that Wang Jing was finally using his true abilities.
Lin Feng's punch carried immense force, yet Wang Jing had caught it squarely with both palms. It seemed Wang Jing's reputation wasn't just for show; his strength was indeed profound.
'Such powerful defense.'
Lin Feng's expression was one of surprise. He knew Wang Jing was no ordinary person, but he hadn't expected him to possess this level of cultivation. It was somewhat shocking.
After all, while he hadn't used his full strength in that last punch, it still carried at least eight or nine hundred pounds of force.