Chapter 152: Pity
It was an excruciating, bone-deep pain. The agonizing torment caused large beads of sweat to break out on his forehead.
Lin Feng watched Wang Jing's suffering with a look of utter indifference. He felt no pity for him. 'Anyone who dares to provoke me must pay the price!'
"You'd be a fool to think I'm some kind of saint."
"This pain won't stop until you tell me who you're working for."
"And don't worry. My medical skills are quite good. You won't be dying anytime soon."
"CRACK!"
Lin Feng struck again, crippling both of Wang Jing's arms. He then sealed his Dantian, turning him into a complete invalid. 'Let's see what tricks you can pull without any Inner Strength to back you up,' he thought.
"HISS..."
Wang Jing bit his lip so hard it nearly bled. This fate worse than death was simply too agonizing. He had completely lost the will to resist.
Even if he had a hundred more chances, he would never dare to provoke Lin Feng again. He had been thoroughly and completely broken.
"Lin Feng, please, I'll tell you everything I know! I can't take this anymore, sob..."
Wang Jing wept and begged for mercy. The pain had finally broken him.
At this, Lin Feng lowered his hand and quietly watched the man crumpled on the floor, waiting for him to speak.
"We're all from Qingzhou! My name is Wang Jing, and I'm a disciple of the hidden Qingfeng Sect!"
Wang Jing cried out, on the verge of a complete breakdown.
"The Qingfeng Sect?"
Lin Feng frowned slightly. 'I've never heard of them. They must be just a third-rate faction.'
Seeing Lin Feng's confused expression, Wang Jing immediately started explaining. He hated himself for getting involved and provoking Lin Feng. 'Wasn't I just asking for this? And now I've spilled everything!'
"Let me go! I swear I won't get involved in your affairs again!"
"And my sect won't come looking for trouble with you!"
Wang Jing said, now completely submitted. 'This kid's mind is terrifying. He kept this whole thing airtight. Not even the threat of a hidden sect can faze him.'
"Who is the strongest Martial Artist in your Qingfeng Sect? What's their realm?"
Lin Feng asked. This was the crucial point. 'If they have a true master, I'll need to be cautious. But right now, I have no idea how strong the most powerful person in this so-called Qingfeng Sect is.'
"I don't know... I've never even seen the Sect Leader. As for the Elders, their strength is all above the Innate realm!"
Wang Jing said with a pained expression. He was considered a core member of the Qingfeng Sect, but he was still just a disciple. He had no access to the sect's inner sanctum, and everything he knew was just hearsay. He truly had no idea about their actual power.
"Above Innate?"
Lin Feng's eyes narrowed. 'In that case, I do need to be a little cautious. But only for now. If those bastards dare to bother me again, I'll just kill them all.'
"Alright. Since you've told me everything, I won't go back on my word. Now, have a nice, quick death."
With that, Lin Feng raised his foot and brought it down hard on Wang Jing's head.
"BAM!"
Wang Jing's entire head exploded into a bloody mist. Blood splattered across Lin Feng's face, and his pupils filled with a crimson hue.
"AHH—!"
With that last wretched cry, Wang Jing perished.
Lin Feng stared at the mangled corpse on the ground, his gaze as cold as ice. 'I don't enjoy killing, but mercy for an enemy is cruelty to myself. And Wang Jing was an enemy. Since he was an enemy, there was no room for hesitation.'
He turned, walked back into the building, and headed for the third floor.
That was where Wu Tianxiang was hiding.
...
"What the hell? How is this possible!"
Inside the safe house, Wu Tianxiang stared at the security monitor in utter shock. The screen showed the exact moment Lin Feng had killed Wang Jing.
"Not even Wang Jing could stop him?!"
Wu Tianxiang's fists clenched, his heart gradually filling with terror. He never could have imagined that Lin Feng's combat strength would be so monstrous.
He knew what Wang Jing was capable of—an absolutely ruthless and vicious man. To see him end up like this was something he had never expected.
"Shit, what do I do? What the hell do I do now?!"
Wu Tianxiang's face was grim. He was truly terrified now and had no idea what to do. If he continued to cross Lin Feng, he would undoubtedly share Wang Jing's fate.
"DRIP... DRIP..."
Wu Tianxiang's legs wouldn't stop shaking. Cold sweat streamed down from his temples. He was terrified that if he didn't leave Xijing City soon, he would certainly die by Lin Feng's hand.
But now his only escape route was blocked. He'd never make it if he tried to force his way out, but surrendering without a fight would be just too pathetic.
As Wu Tianxiang hesitated, he suddenly sensed something strange from outside. He whipped his head toward the monitor and saw that Lin Feng was already standing right outside the door to his safe house.
"Holy shit!"
Wu Tianxiang cried out, pressing his entire body against the cold wall of the safe house as if it could offer him some measure of security.
He glanced at the incredibly sturdy steel door. He didn't know how strong Lin Feng was, but he knew one thing: without some kind of trump card, he would never, ever dare to open that door. He even had a feeling that if he did, the consequences would be dire.
Once the thought took root, it became an inner demon he couldn't shake. This made Wu Tianxiang increasingly frantic, and the sweat beaded more and more heavily on his forehead.
"THUD!"
Suddenly, a loud bang echoed as the safe house door shuddered. He could even see the clear imprint of a foot on its surface. The sight nearly made him piss his pants in fear.
"HUFF... HUFF..."
The sound of heavy panting filled the room. Wu Tianxiang's heart was hammering against his ribs, and his face was as red as a boiled lobster. His entire body was drenched in sweat, his clothes soaked through as if he'd just stepped out of a shower.
"THUD—"
Lin Feng kicked the door again. The incredibly sturdy steel door let out another muffled groan, making Wu Tianxiang even more frantic. He felt like the door was about to shatter at any moment.
"CRASH."
Finally, with one more kick from Lin Feng, the heavy steel door crashed inward. Lin Feng stepped into the room.
"Wh-what do you want?"
Staring into Lin Feng's indifferent eyes, Wu Tianxiang swallowed hard. His heart felt like it was about to pound its way out of his throat.
'Please don't let him go crazy,' he prayed. If Lin Feng lost it, he would surely meet his end here today. 'I don't want to die, and I especially don't want to die in such a humiliating way!'
Lin Feng looked at the man who had once threatened him, a smile playing on his lips. He spoke slowly, "Weren't you the one who wanted my Spirit Stones? Here, I'll give them to you."