The Capital's Dragon Doctor

A spray of crimson blood mist erupted from his mouth, and a flush appeared on Lin Feng's cheeks. The last exchange of blows had already given him a slight internal injury.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

But Lin Feng stood his ground firmly, while Zhou Hu stumbled back several dozen feet before finally coming to a staggering halt.

A chilling glint appeared in Lin Feng's eyes as a spark of fury ignited in his heart.

Their feud today was one of life and death. Zhou Hu had launched a sneak attack and had even managed to injure him. That debt had to be repaid in blood. That was Lin Feng's principle.

CRACK.

The sharp sound of grating bones came from within Zhou Hu's body, and immediately after, his expression returned to a calm state.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Zhou Hu took a long stride, his figure blurring as it reappeared right in front of Lin Feng. Then, he sent both fists blasting toward him.

BAM!

The two fists met. This time, Lin Feng wasn't knocked back. Instead, he used the force of the impact to fly backward, soaring more than five meters before landing.

But Zhou Hu didn't press his advantage. After their exchange, he now knew Lin Feng's strength was far greater than that of an ordinary person.

'He worried this was a deliberate opening from Lin Feng. If he really charged in and Lin Feng seized the opportunity, he would be in grave danger.'

Lin Feng then took a step, tapped his toes on the ground, and shot forward once more.

Seeing Lin Feng take the offensive, Zhou Hu met him head-on without showing any weakness, his fists raining down like a furious storm toward Lin Feng's chest.

Lin Feng simply kept dodging. He would occasionally block or parry, but he never launched a true counter-attack. He already knew that although Zhou Hu's strength surpassed his own, the man was now just a spent force.

Lin Feng's Body Technique was strange and unpredictable. Zhou Hu's iron fists repeatedly smashed at the space around Lin Feng, but Lin Feng neutralized every single one.

And though his punches looked terrifyingly powerful, not a single one had struck Lin Feng's actual body. This situation left Zhou Hu feeling completely helpless.

Gradually, a sense of fatigue washed over him. Lin Feng's speed and Body Technique were far beyond his imagination. He also discovered that his internal True Qi was depleted. 'If this goes on,' he thought, 'I'll fall to Lin Feng sooner or later.'

BAM!

Zhou Hu threw a whip kick at Lin Feng, but his body felt as if it were restrained by something. His attack missed completely.

BAM!

Zhou Hu followed up with a knee strike aimed at Lin Feng's abdomen, but he discovered to his horror that his knee passed right through Lin Feng's stomach...

BAM!

And so, Lin Feng used his superb Body Technique and eerie speed to clash with Zhou Hu. The fight was a chaotic blur. For a time, it seemed neither could gain an advantage. Although Zhou Hu held a slight edge in raw power, his stamina was severely drained.

Lin Feng, on the other hand, found his rhythm, his movements growing smoother and smoother. Zhou Hu's Body Technique, speed, strength, and defense were all on par with his—perhaps even a notch higher.

But despite this, Lin Feng had him completely suppressed, because in terms of actual combat prowess, Lin Feng could absolutely crush him.

Just then, Zhou Hu suddenly gritted his teeth and smashed both fists into the ground. The earth immediately trembled as his body shot up, his legs kicking up a fierce gust of wind as he aimed straight for Lin Feng's throat.

BAM!

Lin Feng raised a hand to block. In that instant, he felt an immense force surge up through his arm, making it go numb and weak. Seizing the opportunity, Zhou Hu lashed out with a kick aimed straight for Lin Feng's waist.

BAM!

Lin Feng dodged to the side, and just as he did, Zhou Hu's left hand slapped directly at his head.

The palm strike swept toward Lin Feng as fast as a gale. If it truly landed, even a Martial Artist at the Mid Stage of Innate would be slapped to death.

But Lin Feng merely closed his eyes slightly and waited for the immense palm wind to strike. 'This time, I'll take it head-on. It will help me better understand his strength and give me more confidence.'

Lin Feng's actions made a cold sneer tug at the corner of Zhou Hu's mouth. In his eyes, what Lin Feng was doing was no different from suicide. The palm still landed solidly on Lin Feng's forehead.

BAM!

A dull thud echoed. Lin Feng's body didn't move an inch, while Zhou Hu's Palm Seal stopped just three inches from his forehead.

A bitter expression appeared on his pale face. He never would have imagined that Lin Feng's head would be as hard as an iron wall. 'How could my attack not even leave a scratch?'

BAM!

Zhou Hu's body was sent flying. On his chest, a distinct shoe print was stamped, and a trickle of dark red blood slowly flowed from it.

At that moment, his eyes blazed with endless, venomous hatred. Lin Feng's strength was far beyond his imagination. Although that kick hadn't directly shattered his heart, it had still damaged his internal organs.

BAM!

Lin Feng's figure once again flashed toward Zhou Hu, appearing right in front of him. He then unleashed a flurry of kicks, throwing hundreds of them in the blink of an eye.

The furious energy from the kicks howled forth, stirring up clouds of dust and sand on the small hilltop, but not a single kick could hit Zhou Hu's vitals.

After all, Zhou Hu wasn't an idiot. The moment his own attack failed, he knew he'd been tricked, so he immediately switched from offense to defense.

Lin Feng's legs were like a dense barrage of cannonballs, crazily bombarding Zhou Hu's body. A storm of furious kick-shadows rained down on him.

BAM!

A series of dull thuds rang out as Lin Feng's attacks exploded against him one after another. Zhou Hu was overwhelmed. He could only defend passively, completely unable to launch a counter-attack.

As Zhou Hu steadily retreated, Lin Feng's assault grew fiercer. He hammered punch after punch into Zhou Hu's chest and ribs, forcing him back again and again. His body swayed, and he looked utterly wretched.

Lin Feng followed behind him at an unhurried pace. His terrifying speed was simply ghostly, forcing Zhou Hu to do nothing but flee, though he could never escape Lin Feng's clutches.

"Is this all the strength you have?"

Lin Feng taunted, looking at Zhou Hu's grim face.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

Zhou Hu knew this wasn't going to end peacefully. Lin Feng's strength was far beyond his own. 'If this continues,' he thought, 'I'm certain to meet a bitter end here.'

'Since Lin Feng's strength is so much greater, my only choice is a desperate, life-or-death gamble. As long as I kill Lin Feng, I'll be the winner.'

BAM!