Chapter 150: Arrogant
Hearing Lin Feng's words, Wang Jing suddenly roared with laughter, laughing so hard that tears streamed down his face. "Lin Feng, oh Lin Feng, you're truly reckless, aren't you? So arrogant!"
"Well then, today I'll teach you a lesson: there's always someone stronger!"
A cold glint flashed in Wang Jing's eyes. He threw his arms back, and his body began to slowly expand. The veins on his arms and neck bulged, visible to the naked eye!
"Prepare to die at my hands!"
As Wang Jing clenched his fists, potent Inner Strength surged from his Dantian and flooded into his arms. It was a terrifying sight.
Lin Feng narrowed his eyes, studying Wang Jing closely. His hands were in constant motion, his grip tight on his Short Blade, ever wary of his opponent's potential attack.
"A mere secular Martial Artist, trying to trade blows with a sect disciple like me? Dream on!"
With a cold shout, the immense Inner Strength radiating from Wang Jing's body made the clothes on his broad back billow. He abruptly raised his arms and swung his Refined Iron Steel Claws fiercely toward Lin Feng.
It was a simple and unadorned move, yet it made Lin Feng feel an unprecedented sense of crisis. Though Wang Jing was taunting him, he wasn't holding back in the least; he had unleashed his full power from the start.
Furthermore, the attack was packed with immense Inner Strength. If it connected, he would be severely injured, or might even lose his life!
Just then, Lin Feng's arms flew into motion. The Short Blade in his hand moved like a slithering spirit snake, its cold gleam flashing in the air.
DING!
Lin Feng's speed was incredible. Streaks of cold light flew toward Wang Jing like meteors chasing the moon. A shower of sparks erupted, and the Short Blade was knocked aside.
Wang Jing's arms, however, ached from the impact. He stared at Lin Feng in shock; that Lin Feng had perfectly blocked such an offensive left him utterly astonished.
Lin Feng struck and retreated in the same motion, his body flashing backward to create distance from Wang Jing. But in the instant he fell back, he spun, and his right arm shot out, fingers curled like a claw, aiming straight for Wang Jing's throat.
Seeing this, Wang Jing's pupils constricted. He didn't hesitate, swiftly raising his arm to block. But at that crucial moment, he suddenly noticed a silver gleam flash from Lin Feng's right index finger.
It was a silver needle, pliable yet incomparably sharp!
'A hidden weapon?!'
His heart clenched. Wang Jing hastily changed his move, not daring to block it directly and instead retreating two steps.
SWISH!
Lin Feng's attack, however, showed no signs of letting up. With a flick of his wrist, he sent dozens of silver needles shooting toward Wang Jing!
"Damn it!"
Wang Jing cursed under his breath, his body retreating rapidly. He had never expected Lin Feng to also use hidden weapons; such ranged attacks were nearly impossible to guard against. All he could do was use all his strength to defend himself.
THWACK!
Several silver needles struck Wang Jing's chest. Though they missed his acupressure points, his body was sent flying backward, and he crashed to the ground. He was decisive, though, and immediately rolled to disperse most of the force.
SHLICK!
But Lin Feng seized the opportunity to close in. With a flick of his left arm, the Short Blade in his hand flashed with cold light, piercing directly through Wang Jing's scapula as blood sprayed out.
HISS!
Wang Jing sucked in a sharp breath, his face deathly pale from the pain. He was an Innate Master, but even for him, such excruciating pain was almost unbearable. At that moment, Lin Feng pressed forward again, his arm thrusting out once more.
BANG!
Lin Feng's Short Blade slammed viciously into Wang Jing's chest, knocking him flying again.
Lin Feng gave Wang Jing no opportunity to recover, pressing his advantage without missing a beat and rushing straight for him.
At this point, Lin Feng had pushed his speed to the absolute limit, his body becoming a series of phantoms, each time dodging Wang Jing's iron fists and palms by a hair's breadth.
WHOOSH!
Lin Feng's figure vanished in an instant. When he reappeared, he was already at Wang Jing's side.
Just as Wang Jing was about to launch another attack, Lin Feng's Short Blade was already pressed against his throat. The bone-chilling killing intent made his scalp tingle!
"You've lost!"
Lin Feng stared at Wang Jing's face, a wicked smile touching his lips as he pressed the Short Blade in his hand a little deeper.
"Heh... Have I lost? Do you really think you've won?"
Wang Jing let out a cold laugh, his eyes dark and menacing as he spoke. Meanwhile, his right hand was slowly reaching for his waist.
"Did you really think I didn't see your little move?"
The moment his hand twitched, Lin Feng rotated his weapon, sliding the Short Blade across Wang Jing's windpipe.
And at that moment, Lin Feng also saw Wang Jing's right hand surreptitiously reaching for his waist. His expression hardened, and with a swift slash, the tendons of Wang Jing's arm were severed clean at the elbow!
"Aargh! You bastard! You dare cripple my hand?!"
Wang Jing let out a muffled grunt, the veins on his forehead bulging as he stared furiously at Lin Feng.
"Cripple your hand? I'd like to cripple all of you!"
In response, Lin Feng just gave a cold laugh. With a jerk of his arm, he hurled Wang Jing away. The throw sent Wang Jing sprawling, landing him face-first in the dirt with a mouthful of soil.
COUGH COUGH COUGH...
Wang Jing struggled to his feet, clutching his chest and coughing violently. He finally understood now why Lin Feng had threatened to cripple him. 'That bastard knew what I was trying to do all along!'
Lin Feng watched Wang Jing, his eyes full of derision.
"You're fast, but you have openings. Those few moves you used to dodge just now looked like evasions, but they were actually riddled with flaws."
"And I happened to notice those flaws, which is why I was able to succeed so easily. But now you can't use your martial techniques. What do you have left to fight me with?"
Wang Jing stared at Lin Feng, his face contorted as he gritted his teeth. "I lost, so I lost! What are you saying all this for? To humiliate me?!"
Seeing Wang Jing's crimson face, Lin Feng smiled faintly and said the words that made the veins on Wang Jing's forehead throb with anger.
"That's right. What else would I be doing?"
Lin Feng smiled and shook his head; he was indeed provoking Wang Jing on purpose.
PTHOO!
Upon hearing Lin Feng's indifferent words, Wang Jing spat out a large mouthful of blood. He was literally sick with anger.
He wished he could skin Lin Feng alive. He was stronger than Lin Feng, so how could he not be angry enough to vomit blood after being ridiculed like this?
"You despicable bastard!"
Wang Jing yelled resentfully.
"I came here to kill someone, and you insisted on getting involved. And your skills aren't even that impressive. Should I be praising you instead of humiliating you? Do you really think you're all that?"