The Capital's Dragon Doctor

"Y-You, stay back!"

"I'm the Young Master Wu! If you kill me, my father won't let you get away with it!"

Wu Tianxiang threatened as he scrambled away. But now he was like a cornered animal, completely stripped of his earlier arrogance. He was the very picture of a coward.

WHOOSH!

Lin Feng ignored him, lashing out and grabbing Wu Tianxiang.

"Wh-What do you think you're doing? I'm warning you, I'm the Young Master of the Wu Family! If you hurt me, you won't live to see another day!"

Wu Tianxiang's neck was caught in Lin Feng's grasp, dangling him like a chicken. This threw him into a greater panic. He struggled desperately and roared, his throat raw from the chokehold.

He was terrified Lin Feng would actually choke him to death. After all, Lin Feng's combat strength was simply monstrous. He was scared out of his wits.

"Not only will I live a long and healthy life, but I'll also take very good care of your Wu Family."

Lin Feng snorted coldly and tossed him to the ground. His tone was glacial, and his words were so bone-chillingly cold they sent an instant shiver down Wu Tianxiang's spine.

Wu Tianxiang's pupils contracted. He had never imagined Lin Feng would say such a thing. The Wu Family was the prestigious second-in-command of the Celestial Origin Trading Company. Yet Lin Feng claimed he would wipe out the Wu Family. Who would believe such a statement?

"Stop joking. Do you have any idea what you're saying? If you do that, you'll die a horrible death!"

Wu Tianxiang said through gritted teeth. He refused to believe Lin Feng's words. After all, the Celestial Origin Trading Company's power was immense.

If the Wu Family was ever in danger, the Celestial Origin Trading Company wouldn't just stand by and watch. No matter how formidable Lin Feng was, how could he possibly withstand the Trading Company's wrath? Besides, how old was Lin Feng, anyway?

Lin Feng just shook his head, his eyes filled with profound disappointment.

"You know, I originally thought a disciple from a prestigious family like yours would have some worldly wisdom. Looking at you now, I see I overestimated you."

A trace of contempt flickered in his eyes, and Wu Tianxiang instantly bristled.

Even though his life now hung on Lin Feng's whim, he couldn't hold back.

"Heh heh, I'm the Young Master of the Wu Family! My father is the Patriarch! Who the hell do you think you are, lecturing me?"

"Wipe out my Wu Family? In your dreams!"

Wu Tianxiang roared. Lin Feng had pushed him too far. He had to regain some face, or how could he ever show himself in public again? How could he pick up girls?

Lin Feng merely furrowed his brow slightly at this. He raised his hand, and a silver needle instantly appeared at the tip of his index finger. Without a moment's hesitation, he shot it into Wu Tianxiang's chest.

The moment the silver needle pierced his chest, the raging Wu Tianxiang froze. An unbearable, tingling numbness swept through his entire body. It was as if he'd been hit with a paralysis spell; he stood rooted to the spot, unable to move. His eyes bulged, his face a mask of shock and disbelief.

"You… you… you poi… soned… me…"

Wu Tianxiang stammered. He couldn't believe it. How had Lin Feng done it? He hadn't felt a thing, yet now he was in this state. What kind of poison was this?

"Heh heh, you really are ignorant."

Lin Feng smiled faintly as another silver needle appeared in his hand. He slowly pushed it into an acupoint on the crown of Wu Tianxiang's head.

This particular point had no special effect other than heightening the victim's senses several times over. It was a fundamental part of the Acupuncture Technique.

This move from Lin Feng terrified Wu Tianxiang even more. He could now clearly perceive Lin Feng's every action, but he was completely helpless to dodge. He couldn't move an inch, as if he were completely restrained.

He knew that if he were a Martial Artist, he might have been able to exchange a few blows with Lin Feng. But he was just an ordinary person. He didn't stand a chance. In this state, all he could do was wait for death.

Another silver needle materialized in Lin Feng's hand. He swiftly inserted it into Wu Tianxiang's head. Lin Feng's expression was calm, but a bloody light was gradually rising in his eyes.

A drop of crimson blood trickled from Wu Tianxiang's nostril. He could feel the aura of death closing in on him. The sensation was agonizing, as if he were suffocating.

"No! Please, I'm begging you, let me go!"

"If you kill me, you'll be hunted down by my Wu Family!"

…

At this moment, Wu Tianxiang was finally, truly afraid. Lin Feng's medical skills were beyond his imagination, beyond anything he could comprehend. With such methods and such a ruthless nature, Lin Feng was undoubtedly the most terrifying adversary he had ever encountered in his life.

But Lin Feng showed no pity. He remained silent, pressing the needle in his hand further. Before Wu Tianxiang's terrified eyes, the silver needle sank deep into the space between his eyebrows.

An even more intense pain shot through him. With his senses magnified several times over, Lin Feng's needle plunged him into an agony he had never known. His body went rigid as a wooden stake.

"ARGH!"

A bloodcurdling scream tore through the night sky. The shriek was utterly shrill. This torture was worse than death. He felt as if his head was about to explode. His muscles convulsed, and the searing, tearing pain nearly made him pass out.

THUD!

Wu Tianxiang collapsed and thrashed on the ground. The intense pain was like being subjected to death by a thousand cuts; his mind was breaking. He truly hated himself now. Why did he have to provoke a monster like Lin Feng?

GASP!

Wu Tianxiang lay there, panting heavily, soaked in sweat. He was completely drained. He couldn't bear such excruciating pain.

Though he was a spoiled brat, he still knew how serious it was to have needles stuck in one's body. Especially since Lin Feng had just pierced the center of his forehead. Not even a god descending from the heavens could save him now.

He was in despair. All hope was lost. He didn't want to die, but he no longer had the strength to even try to escape. All he could do was wait for death to come.

THUMP!

A dull thud sounded. Wu Tianxiang, who had been writhing and wailing on the ground, fell limp. His lips were purple, the whites of his eyes showed, and tears streamed from the corners of his eyes—the picture of absolute agony. But now, he no longer had any ability to resist.

Lin Feng had already sealed his internal organs and his Dantian. He couldn't even mobilize the Primal Energy inside his body. He could only let the silver needles wreak havoc. He was finished.