The Capital's Dragon Doctor

With his first strike successful, the Elder grew even more complacent.

Although he was old, his cultivation was a notch higher than Lin Feng's. His speed, in particular, was masterfully honed. He was confident it would only take a few more moves to neutralize Lin Feng.

Lin Feng took a deep breath and slowly raised his head to look at the Elder. A boundless fighting spirit erupted in his eyes. "Old bastard, you think far too highly of yourself."

Before the words had even faded, Lin Feng took a sudden step and shot toward the Elder, closing the distance between them.

BAM!

The Elder lashed out with a kick, clashing directly with Lin Feng. But while Lin Feng stood firm, not moving an inch, the Elder staggered back three steps.

"Impossible!"

The Elder was stunned, his pupils contracting. 'This kid actually blocked my kick! There was immense power in that kick, yet the boy is completely unscathed.'

"I refuse to believe it! I will take you down today!"

The Elder flew into a rage. He refused to believe he couldn't handle some wet-behind-the-ears kid. This was an utter humiliation.

He furiously unleashed his profound and unpredictable Body Technique, circling Lin Feng and probing for an opening.

SMACK!

Lin Feng's palm shot out like a striking viper, landing squarely on the Elder's shoulder. A powerful force coursed through the Elder's body, the shock splitting the webbing of his hand and sending blood trickling down his fingers.

Lin Feng's strike hadn't been particularly heavy—it hadn't even damaged the Elder's meridians—but it was enough to make the old man's face drain of color.

'My physical body is incredibly tough! Even an expert at my own level would find it difficult to breach my defenses in a single blow. But this boy... he did it with just his palm.'

'How could I not be shocked?'

"Who in the world are you?" the Elder asked coldly, his eyes dark as he stared at Lin Feng.

"None of your business," Lin Feng said coolly. His eyes were as calm as still water; he hadn't lost his composure in the slightest despite being injured, a testament to a willpower far beyond that of an ordinary person.

"Brat, do you have any idea who I am? I am an Elder of the Black Robe Tower! My power is immense. If you know what's good for you, get on your knees and beg for mercy. I might just spare your pathetic life. Otherwise, I'll slaughter you right here and now."

"Oh? The Black Robe Tower?"

"So you're from that third-rate sect. No wonder your martial arts felt a little familiar."

Lin Feng paused for a moment. After a bit of thought, a vague memory of the organization the Elder mentioned surfaced.

'Back when my strength was at its peak and I was still at the sect... I think I remember a middle-aged man coming to the Immortal Doctor Valley to beg for medicine once.'

'And that fawning, dog-like man claimed to be the Sect Master of the Black Robe Sect.'

"You little whelp, what did you just say?!"

Hearing Lin Feng's words, the Elder nearly spat out a mouthful of blood. 'This little bastard dares to insult the Black Robe Tower? He must have a death wish!'

"I said you're nothing but a worthless bum. The Black Robe Tower? I think the 'Tower of Trash' would be more fitting," Lin Feng said with a dismissive smirk.

He hadn't taken the Elder seriously from the very beginning. A mere Sixth-Grade Martial Artist couldn't even be considered a Samurai.

"You bastard! I'll kill you!"

The Elder was enraged. He vanished in a flash and reappeared in front of Lin Feng, his palms striking out with savage ferocity.

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow and deftly dodged the initial assault, but the Elder's attacks were too relentless. There was no way to evade them all.

THUD!

A palm struck Lin Feng's chest, and he staggered back from the heavy blow. The coppery taste of blood welled up in his throat.

He forced down the churning blood in his chest and looked up at the Elder, who was already pressing his advantage. The old man's hands had formed into razor-sharp claws, slashing toward him.

Gritting his teeth, Lin Feng met the attack, blocking with his forearms. He braced himself against the sharp claws, but they were like knives, slicing bloody gashes into his arms.

Using the force of the impact, Lin Feng bent his knees and then shot his legs out in a powerful kick aimed at the Elder.

The Elder's expression darkened as he hurriedly crossed his arms in front of him to block.

BAM!

Lin Feng's kick slammed into the Elder's arms. A sharp pain shot through them as the force of the blow sent him flying backward.

But the Elder used the recoil to launch himself away, attempting to flee.

Lin Feng hadn't expected the Elder to flee. With a flicker of movement, he was instantly in pursuit, unleashing a powerful punch.

CRACK!

The Elder blocked hastily but was still sent flying, crashing hard onto the ground.

WHOOSH!

Lin Feng's figure descended upon the Elder. He drove a knee into the old man's abdomen, the immense force sending him flying once more.

As the Elder was sent reeling, Lin Feng moved again, instantly appearing in front of him. His hands shot out, one grabbing for the Elder's head, the other for his waist.

'Damn it, how is this kid so strong!'

The Elder cursed inwardly. He planted his hands on the ground, trying to use the leverage to twist his body and break free from Lin Feng's grasp.

CRACK, CRACK, CRACK...

A series of sickening cracks echoed from the Elder's joints, a clear sign of the terrifying pain he was enduring.

Even so, the Elder still managed to struggle back to his feet. He was trembling all over, clutching his stomach, his forehead beaded with sweat. He was clearly in agony.

The Elder's face was a savage mask, his eyes bloodshot. He stared at Lin Feng, his heart seething with pure hatred.

'This is the ultimate humiliation!'

'For a mighty Late Stage of Innate Martial Cultivator like me to be wounded by a junior in the Mid-stage Innate Realm... It's unthinkable!'

"This ends now!"

Lin Feng shook his head with a soft sigh. His right fist, wreathed in a blazing golden light, whistled through the air as it smashed down toward the Elder.

"Get lost!"

The Elder roared, crossing his arms above his head to block the fatal blow.

The power behind Lin Feng's punch was immense, as if it held the weight of a mountain, causing the very air to crackle.

BOOM!

Lin Feng's fist slammed into the Elder's crossed arms, letting out a massive bang that echoed through the forest.

Lin Feng's body trembled violently, his face ashen.

A spray of blood gushed from his lips. Lin Feng was thrown backward like a kite with its string cut.

The Elder, though knocked back by the punch, was not seriously injured.

He had just regained his footing when he saw Lin Feng flying back. A cold sneer spread across his face. "Brat, did you really think you could beat me with brute force alone? How naive!"

With that, his body moved like a bolt of lightning, transforming into an afterimage as he lunged at Lin Feng, intending to finish him off in one fell swoop.

His speed was incredible. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Lin Feng, his hands like iron pincers reaching for his neck, intent on crushing his throat.

But Lin Feng was not so easily caught.

"Hmph! Pathetic tricks!"

Lin Feng sneered. Stomping his left foot on the ground, he leaped into the air, dodging the Elder's claws. At the same time, he swung his right arm, bringing a vicious punch smashing down.

The punch descended with overwhelming power, like Mount Tai itself crashing down, aimed directly at the Elder's head.