Chapter 192: Disorder
Lin Feng stared at Zhang Yue, his expression turning grave.
He took a few deep breaths to steady his ragged breathing, then charged toward Zhang Yue!
BAM!
A fist smashed viciously against Zhang Yue's cheek. Lin Feng felt as if the bones in his own hand had shattered.
But the force of the punch was spent, and Zhang Yue lunged at him again.
This time, his speed was terrifying. He threw both fists out at once, aiming straight for Lin Feng's head.
Lin Feng's expression grew serious, but his movements remained agile. He leaned to the side, dodging the attack.
BAM!
Zhang Yue's iron fist struck the ground. Veins bulged on his arm, and the sheer force of the blow left a crater in the earth.
BAM!
Zhang Yue threw another punch, this one landing squarely on Lin Feng's ribs.
CRACK!
A sharp cracking sound echoed as the punch broke one of Lin Feng's ribs.
The pain was excruciating, but Lin Feng was a Martial Artist, after all. He forcibly suppressed the agony and charged at Zhang Yue once more.
The two were tangled in a brawl. Lin Feng threw out a continuous barrage of kicks, which Zhang Yue blocked with his hands.
However, in his frenzied state, Zhang Yue's application of strength was ultimately inferior to Lin Feng's, and he slowly began to fall into a disadvantage.
But Zhang Yue had lost his mind. He paid no heed to his own injuries, attacking with single-minded ferocity, looking as if he wouldn't stop until Lin Feng was dead.
More and more wounds appeared on Zhang Yue's body, and his clothes were soaked with crimson blood.
A flicker of panic crossed Lin Feng's eyes. 'I never thought he'd be this tenacious!'
But he quickly calmed himself. He knew that if he could just drag this out, he would be the final victor. 'I just need to hold on until Zhang Yue is exhausted, and then I'll win!'
Zhang Yue's eyes were bloodshot. At this moment, there was nothing else in his vision—only the thought of killing his opponent.
BAM! BAM!
The two exchanged several more blows, and this time, Zhang Yue gained a slight advantage.
Seizing the opportunity, Zhang Yue landed a punch on Lin Feng's abdomen. Lin Feng cried out as he was sent flying. He collapsed to the ground, clutching his stomach, a look of terror in his eyes.
Zhang Yue advanced slowly, his eyes a terrifying scarlet.
His fists clenched so tightly they audibly cracked, looking as if they would smash down on Lin Feng at any moment.
AHHH!
Zhang Yue roared at the sky and charged at Lin Feng again, throwing a punch!
BAM!
Zhang Yue's fist once again slammed solidly into Lin Feng's body.
Lin Feng let out a pained cry and was sent flying again.
But Zhang Yue didn't give up. He rushed forward once more.
This time, Zhang Yue punched Lin Feng in the chest, but Lin Feng was not injured by the blow.
At this moment, Lin Feng also got to his feet. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a cruel light in his eyes.
"Since you're so stubborn, I'll send you to your grave!" Lin Feng snorted coldly and charged at Zhang Yue.
The two engaged in close-quarters combat. Every collision sounded like muffled thunder as their fists landed solidly, holding nothing back.
But Lin Feng was, after all, an expert from a higher realm. In terms of strength, agility, and other aspects, he far surpassed other Martial Artists of the same level.
Moreover, Zhang Yue's mind was on the verge of collapse. Although his attacks were still ferocious, his body clearly couldn't keep up, and the signs of his impending defeat began to show.
Lin Feng slapped a palm onto Zhang Yue's shoulder. With a cold shout, the Inner Strength in his palm erupted, directly piercing through Zhang Yue's shoulder blade.
Zhang Yue's body immediately swayed.
But his eyes were as red as blood. Like a wild beast, he stared fixedly at Lin Feng and continued his charge, his fist once again landing on Lin Feng's cheek.
PFFT!
Lin Feng spat out another mouthful of blood.
But he still didn't stop his attack. He glared at Zhang Yue, grinding his teeth as he snarled, "You little bastard, you die today!"
Zhang Yue said nothing, his fists a frantic blur as he continued to assault Lin Feng.
Their fists fell like raindrops on each other's bodies, leaving both of them covered in a dense network of wounds.
Lin Feng was starting to get genuinely furious. He had originally wanted to conserve some of his strength just in case, but now it seemed his concerns were entirely unnecessary.
His gaze sharpened. 'I'm done holding back. I'll use my strongest technique and finish this guy off. I am the dignified young master of the Lin Family! How could I possibly suffer a setback here!'
Lin Feng stomped his right foot forward, forming his right hand into a sword finger and jabbing it forward.
Empowered by his Inner Strength, Lin Feng's fingers seemed to create a sharp, piercing whistle as they cut through the air.
The finger jab carried immense power, as if it could pierce the very void.
BAM!
Lin Feng's finger struck Zhang Yue's forehead. Zhang Yue froze instantly.
The next moment, his body slowly went limp and collapsed. His eyes were wide open, as if he had seen a ghost.
Lin Feng, however, let out a long sigh of relief. The intense battle with Zhang Yue had consumed a great deal of his energy. His entire body was sore and numb, and he nearly collapsed to the ground.
Furthermore, the blood flowing from his wounds increased, soon soaking his robes.
He took out a medicinal pill, put it in his mouth, and sat down cross-legged to meditate.
The battle had left him utterly exhausted, both in body and mind. His left arm was especially injured; although he had bandaged it crudely, he could still feel sharp waves of pain radiating from it.
He raised an eyebrow, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
'I need to grab the fruit and get out of here quickly, or I might end up failing at the last hurdle.'
Lin Feng muttered to himself as he circulated his Cultivation Technique to expel the toxins from his body. A faint, dark gray filth seeped out onto the surface of his skin.
After he had expelled the toxins from his body, he slowly opened his eyes.
He moved his body slightly and found the pain had lessened considerably. 'Looks like my life isn't in danger anymore.'
"This Spirit Fruit, and everything on Zhang Yue's body... it's all mine," he said with a grin.
Instead of rashly going to pick the Red Flame Fruit, Lin Feng first carefully removed the remaining pouches of poison from Zhang Yue's body and threw them away. Only then did he relax.
"Hm? What's this?"
His eyes lit up when he saw the contents of the small pouch at Zhang Yue's waist.
The pouch actually contained numerous little bottles and jars.
"Is this a Body Tempering Pill?"
Lin Feng recognized a few of the items.
"A Body Tempering Pill? Isn't this a pill for cleansing the bone marrow and refining the meridians?"
Lin Feng identified it carefully, confirming its ingredients.
The effects of a Body Tempering Pill were similar to those of a Bone Marrow Cleansing Pill, but it wasn't nearly as precious or valuable. It was just an ordinary-grade pill.