The Capital's Dragon Doctor

Looking at Zhou Hu, who had already recovered, Lin Feng sighed inwardly. 'This guy is really tough. If my Cultivation Technique weren't so special, Zhou Hu would have probably finished me off just now.'

'Even though Zhou Hu is injured now, he's still a master at the Late Stage of Innate. Plus, he has that Yellow-rank, low-grade weapon. His strength is nothing to scoff at. Killing him will be extremely difficult.'

PCHI!

A cold glint flashed in Lin Feng's eyes as he thrust his sword forward. The strike was like an antelope hanging by its horns—completely unpredictable and impossible to defend against.

Zhou Hu felt a wave of danger and hastily raised his arm to block. A gash was instantly torn open on his forearm.

BANG!

In that same instant, Lin Feng's ghostly figure appeared once more at Zhou Hu's side. A sharp knee strike slammed directly into Zhou Hu's abdomen, the terrifying force sending him flying five or six meters away before he crashed heavily to the ground.

"Cough… cough…"

Zhou Hu struggled to his feet, pointed at Lin Feng, and said, "You bastard! To think you'd use such underhanded tricks to sneak attack me! You're despicable!"

Lin Feng frowned slightly at his words. 'This Zhou Hu really has some thick skin, claiming I was the one who sneak-attacked him. His behavior is utterly shameless.'

"If you had any guts, you wouldn't resort to sneak attacks! Enough talk. Take this!"

Lin Feng shouted, and with a slide of his feet, his body shot out like a cannonball. The longsword in his right hand moved with vigorous power, its sharp tip glinting with a cold light.

CLANG!

Zhou Hu gritted his teeth and fought back. His hammer-sized fists bombarded the space in front of him, forming one layer of Fist Gang after another, but Lin Feng's sword light was relentless.

CLANG!

Lin Feng's movements were agile and unpredictable. His longsword bloomed with a brilliant, cold light, and every single move was cunningly aimed.

The tip of the sword seemed to have a life of its own, tracing arcs through the air and completely sealing off all of Zhou Hu's attack routes.

Zhou Hu defended desperately, but Lin Feng's assault grew more and more ferocious. Under the storm-like onslaught, Zhou Hu gradually fell into a disadvantage.

Although his short spear could clash head-on with the longsword, the immense rebounding force made him miserable, and he slowly began to be pushed back.

BANG!

With another muffled thud, Zhou Hu could no longer hold on. Lin Feng landed a punch on his chest, and his entire body was sent flying backward in an instant.

THUD!

His massive body slammed violently against a tree, and the thick trunk actually snapped in half.

Zhou Hu lay on the splintered branches of the broken tree, gasping for breath. His expression gradually grew solemn. He knew he had truly met a master today.

"Heh, you're strong, but I refuse to submit. If you've got the guts, let's have a proper, honorable fight!"

Lying on the tree trunk, Zhou Hu stared at Lin Feng in the distance and spoke in a cold voice.

Lin Feng looked at Zhou Hu and shook his head before saying faintly, "Your strength is decent, but that's its limit. You are not my opponent. So, you can rest in peace now."

His eyes were as calm as still water, his clear pupils showing no ripple of emotion, as if he were looking at an inanimate object.

Zhou Hu was startled by his words. 'Lin Feng shows absolutely no fluctuation in his emotions. What kind of disregard is this?'

But then his expression darkened. He was a Late Stage of Innate Martial Artist, and his synergy with his Cultivation Technique was perfect.

Yet Lin Feng dared to look down on him. This made his anger flare up instantly. He would make Lin Feng understand that there's always someone better out there!

"Aargh! Kid, I'll make you learn the price of insulting me!"

Zhou Hu roared at the sky as a monstrous battle intent erupted from his body. At this moment, he completely ignored the pain, and his entire aura skyrocketed.

Veins bulged all over his body, and the blood within them seemed to be burning. It felt as if an infinite power was surging through him.

"Kid, I'll let you witness my physical arts!"

Zhou Hu roared, bent his legs slightly, and with another explosive shout, he shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, leaving two afterimages in the air.

He was utterly enraged now. He would use the force of a thunderbolt to eliminate this hateful kid.

BANG!

The massive shadows of Zhou Hu's fists rained down on Lin Feng's body like a violent storm. Each punch blasted a crater several meters deep into the ground, yet Lin Feng still hadn't fallen.

Lin Feng's expression was perfectly calm, and the corner of his mouth lifted into a cold smirk. 'To others, an attack like this might seem powerful.'

'But to me, it's nothing. I've seen attacks like this countless times. At this level, it's no different than being tickled.'

But Lin Feng didn't attack. He was waiting for an opportunity. As soon as he found an opening in Zhou Hu's defense, he had to take him down in a single blow. That was the only way to subdue, or even kill, his opponent without getting injured himself.

SWOOSH!

Lin Feng's gaze instantly turned razor-sharp. The abundant Inner Strength in his body began to circulate rapidly, and in that moment, his body blurred into an afterimage as he rushed toward Zhou Hu.

WHOOSH!

Within a few breaths, Lin Feng was already in front of Zhou Hu. His incredibly sharp longsword instantly created a flurry of dazzling movements as it slashed toward Zhou Hu's throat.

Seeing this sudden attack, Zhou Hu's pupils shrank. 'Lin Feng is too fast.'

'My body was battered by Lin Feng's attacks, leaving me in a sorry state, but I'm not panicking. After all, while our cultivation methods may differ, when it comes to combat skills, Martial Artists from reclusive sects like mine are far superior.'

Lin Feng's offensive was exceptionally fierce. His longsword swung out as if to sweep through a thousand soldiers. Cold light crisscrossed in the air, shredding even the leaves into fragments, but Zhou Hu managed to dodge by relying on his agile figure and speed.

Even so, Zhou Hu was terrified. He never expected Lin Feng's Swordsmanship to be so exquisite. It was practically beyond the scope of mere martial arts.

But then, his eyes lit up. 'Since my strength is no match for Lin Feng's, why not test our Body Techniques!'

With a slight sway of his body, Zhou Hu dodged Lin Feng's storm-like attack. He spun in mid-air like a gyroscope, and the afterimage of a leg, filled with tyrannical energy, came crashing down toward Lin Feng's head.

A cold light flickered in Lin Feng's eyes as he rapidly retreated. Zhou Hu's leg technique was extremely profound, but to Lin Feng, it was nothing to be afraid of.