Chapter 148: Barrage
But to his utter surprise, the dagger in Lin Feng's hand was a Yellow-rank weapon!
Although it was only low-grade Yellow-rank, the power of such a weapon was nothing to scoff at. Furthermore, Lin Feng wielded the dagger with such a natural ease it seemed like an extension of his own body.
SWISH!
The cold blades, accompanied by a piercing shriek, shot toward Wang Jing like a volley of raindrops.
Wang Jing's brow furrowed. Although he didn't want to clash head-on with a Yellow-rank weapon, Lin Feng's assault was just too dense. With no other option, his body flickered, and he dodged several of the Sword Gangs.
But two of the attacks still grazed his clothes, tearing several gashes in the fabric. A few shallow cuts appeared on his body, marks left by Lin Feng's assault.
Wang Jing's brows locked tight. The sight of Lin Feng with that dagger infuriated him. He was a renowned expert from a hidden sect, yet here he was, tangled up with a Mortal Martial Artist from the Mortal Realm who was weaker than him.
If word of this got out, how could he ever show his face again? His eyes were fixed on Lin Feng. This trash, with such a low cultivation level and without even using any advanced martial arts, actually managed to wound him. On top of that, his potential was simply appalling.
"Lin Feng, I never thought I'd actually underestimated you."
Wang Jing said through gritted teeth, enraged by Lin Feng's tenacity. Today, no matter the cost, he would eliminate Lin Feng.
SWOOSH!
His figure moved once more, but this time, he took the initiative, lunging directly at Lin Feng while lashing out with a whip kick.
The kick whistled through the air with fierce power, as if the sharp blur of his leg was tearing a hole in the atmosphere. The very air seemed to shatter from the force of this one kick!
BAM!
Lin Feng smashed a fist against the incoming leg. This time, however, he held nothing back, channeling all his Inner Strength into a single punch that sent Wang Jing's leg flying.
BAM!
Wang Jing's body flew back several dozen meters before he managed to arrest his momentum. His legs grew numb, the feeling only subsiding after he circulated his Inner Strength through them. The previous exchange had ended in a stalemate.
"Cough, cough."
Lin Feng was also sent flying, landing heavily. He was not lightly injured by the blow, but he had used the recoil to vault directly onto the staircase.
"Hahaha."
Seeing Lin Feng's sorry state, Wang Jing threw his head back and laughed. Lin Feng's strength had exceeded his imagination, but he also knew that today, he held the absolute advantage.
"Lin Feng, I know your strength is extraordinary, but in the end, you've lost. I've won this round. What do you have to say for yourself? You have no one to blame but yourself for being too weak."
Wang Jing declared arrogantly. He had won this exchange. Though it had come at a small price, it was worth it. After all, he was the one currently overpowering Lin Feng.
"Who told you I've lost?"
Lin Feng gave a cold smile, then flexed his arms. His clothes rustled loudly as his Inner Strength flared, causing the muscles in his body to swell slightly, projecting an aura of immense solidity.
BAM!
Lin Feng stomped his foot, and the high-end marble tile beneath it instantly shattered. His figure shot forward like a projectile.
The dagger in his hand thrust rapidly toward Wang Jing's throat, its terrifying power enough to make anyone flinch in fear.
CRACK!
Wang Jing's body moved in a flash. The disadvantage he'd suffered earlier served as a reminder that Lin Feng was not a foe who could be compared to an ordinary Mortal Martial Artist.
Thus, he didn't dare to be overconfident. Instead, he pushed his speed to the absolute limit, his body blurring as he dodged the viciously sharp dagger.
Lin Feng frowned. His dagger was fast, but Wang Jing's reaction was faster. He had still managed to dodge, which caused a slight break in Lin Feng's offensive rhythm.
"Hmph. Let's see you dodge this time."
Wang Jing snorted coldly. He extended his right hand, pressing his index and middle fingers together, and swiped toward Lin Feng's neck.
He had already made up his mind to kill Lin Feng with a single, fatal blow to avoid any further complications. After all, Lin Feng's performance was growing stranger by the second, and he was worried something unexpected might happen.
BAM!
Lin Feng did a side flip, raising an arm to block Wang Jing's finger-strike. He landed steadily on his feet and stared at Wang Jing with an ice-cold gaze.
"Lin Feng, weren't you being arrogant? Let's see how you keep that up now."
Wang Jing's eyes were cold and merciless. He was becoming genuinely angry now. This should have been a battle where victory was already in his grasp, but Lin Feng had managed to turn it into a tense deadlock. This was a situation he had never encountered before; he had to seize the next opportunity and finish Lin Feng as soon as possible.
BAM!
Wang Jing took a single step, instantly closing the distance, and threw a vicious punch at Lin Feng's chest.
He knew Lin Feng's body was tough, but he was confident that his own Inner Strength was powerful enough. At this range, considering Lin Feng's current condition, he was certain he could kill him in a single blow.
But he had still underestimated Lin Feng. As he closed in, Lin Feng suddenly let out a furious roar and unleashed a rapid succession of palm strikes, actually managing to force Wang Jing back several steps.
Lin Feng, however, used this opportunity to once again leap backward, landing on the other side of the third floor.
SWOOSH!
Lin Feng's feet tapped lightly on the floor, and he immediately launched himself into the air once more, leaping down toward the second floor.
BANG! BANG!
Lin Feng struck out continuously with his palms, and a series of Palm Seals condensed in the air, flying toward Wang Jing on the second floor.
Seeing Lin Feng's attack, Wang Jing, not to be outdone, threw a punch of his own. It also left a trail of afterimages, and the shadow of his fist actually neutralized all of Lin Feng's Palm Seals, even continuing onward to strike at Lin Feng.
Lin Feng's body swerved, and he nimbly dodged the incomparably tyrannical Fist Gang. After a flip in mid-air, he landed back on the first floor.
Wang Jing's punch, however, hit nothing but air. He was momentarily stunned. He had never imagined Lin Feng could dodge so flexibly. Those last few moves were techniques he had been building power for, yet Lin Feng had completely made a fool of him.
"You're courting death!"
Wang Jing roared in fury and gave chase. This constant dodging left him with the frustrating feeling of having immense power he couldn't bring to bear. Enraged, he launched another ferocious attack.
Lin Feng slid backward to dodge. He held one palm vertically, pouring his dense Inner Strength into it. A short blade slowly materialized between his palms, and veins began to pop on his cheeks.
SWISH!