Chapter 209: Secret Technique?
Lin Feng was startled. He hadn't expected to encounter such a God of Slaughter. Still, he remained composed as he said, "As expected of a Martial Artist from a renowned Hidden Clan. To think you possess such a Secret Technique."
"But if you think you can kill me with just this, you're delusional."
"Kill!"
The burly man roared, charging forward with his Short Blade in hand.
"CLANG!"
Lin Feng's short sword met the Short Blade, sending a shower of sparks into the air as the two were thrown backward by the impact.
The man's strength had more than doubled!
"BANG!"
Lin Feng was forced back several steps before he steadied himself. He clenched his fist, his entire right arm aching and numb.
The immense brute force behind that last strike had been unsettling.
"Hiss!"
The onlookers gasped. They couldn't believe that even under these circumstances, Lin Feng was still fighting the man on equal footing.
"You damn bastard, just die!"
The man had now descended into a complete frenzy. He paid no mind to the expressions of the onlookers; all that remained within him was endless hatred and madness!
He swung his Short Blade relentlessly, hacking away at Lin Feng.
"CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!"
The crisp sound of metal striking metal rang out as Lin Feng and the man became locked in a fierce struggle.
A desire for battle had been ignited within Lin Feng as well. A hearty, exhilarating fight like this made his own battle intent surge.
This was the perfect opportunity to temper himself. Lin Feng had already reached the peak of the Mid Stage of the Innate Realm and could break through to the Late Stage of the Innate Realm at any moment. He needed exactly this kind of stimulation!
"BANG!"
Finally, Lin Feng seized an opening and slammed his palm into the man's shoulder. With a muffled grunt, the man was sent flying.
But the man was now like a wild beast. A palm strike powerful enough to shatter stone only left a bruise on his shoulder, doing nothing to diminish his fighting strength.
In fact, the stimulus of the pain seemed to make him even stronger!
He let out a furious roar and stomped his feet hard on the ground. His body swelled to nearly three times its original size, his muscles bulging as if they were forged from steel.
At that moment, he seemed to have transformed into a colossal beast from the mountains, brimming with infinite power!
"Kill!"
He roared and lunged, thrusting his Short Blade toward Lin Feng.
"CLANG!"
Lin Feng's sword blocked the man's attack. Twisting at the waist, he retreated several steps to dissipate the force of the blow.
'This move is something else. It actually made my wrist ache. And to think my body is several times tougher than that of an ordinary Martial Artist!'
Lin Feng narrowed his eyes, staring at the behemoth before him.
The burly man, however, stared at Lin Feng with a taunting gaze. He grinned sinisterly. "Heh heh, you're the first person who's ever pushed me this far!"
"I'm going to show you what real power is!"
The man stomped his foot, making the entire ground tremble violently. Then, gripping his Short Blade, he shot toward Lin Feng like a cannonball.
His speed was incredible; he closed the distance in the blink of an eye.
Lin Feng's eye twitched. He knew the man was now fighting for his life. Although the man hadn't focused on cultivating complex martial techniques, he possessed immense physical strength. When that was combined with his techniques, his combat prowess was formidable!
Moreover, he had now completely abandoned defense in favor of an all-out, reckless offense. Even Lin Feng had to be wary of such a fighting style.
"BOOM!"
Unable to dodge in time, Lin Feng was sent flying by the blow.
Lin Feng spat out a mouthful of blood and wiped the corner of his mouth. "Interesting," he said. "Your strength has increased quite a bit!"
"Hahaha!"
Hearing Lin Feng's comment, the man only laughed more manically.
"Do you have any idea? Ever since I was a boy, my master made me train until late every night. I'd wake up at six in the morning and start training all over again."
"I started practicing my strikes—hacking, chopping, cleaving, and thrusting—when I was five years old! I've been doing it for thirty-two years! How could a piece of trash like you possibly understand everything I've had to endure!"
The man's words were incredibly shrill, as if they would tear the very air, their sound deafening!
Lin Feng, however, just shrugged nonchalantly. 'If we're talking about suffering, I've endured a thousand times more than him.'
Lin Feng paid it no mind. 'After all, there's no such thing as a free lunch. If you want to become strong, you naturally have to put in an effort ordinary people can't even imagine. Enduring hardship is the true essence of cultivation!'
"BOOM!"
Lin Feng's body blurred into motion as he charged forward once more. 'If he's decided to risk it all, then so will I.'
"TING!"
The sound of weapons clashing rose and fell continuously. Lin Feng and the man had already exchanged over a hundred blows, yet neither had gained the upper hand.
"Hah!"
Lin Feng suddenly let out a sharp cry. The Inner Strength in his body surged, pouring into his short sword. The blade erupted with a dazzling light, and a biting, cold gleam flashed into existence!
Lin Feng slashed out. For an instant, the very air seemed to tear as the sharp edge of his blade sliced through the fabric on the man's chest!
The man's eyes went wide. He clutched at the gash, staring at Lin Feng in terror. He couldn't believe that Lin Feng could gain the upper hand in a purely physical brawl!
"You despicable brat! I'll tear you to pieces!"
The man was furious, but he also understood something. 'If I don't use my martial techniques, I will definitely lose!'
At this thought, his expression flickered. A moment later, he gritted his teeth, and the Short Blade in his hand suddenly spun, tracing a bizarre arc as it stabbed toward Lin Feng's vital points!
Lin Feng's brow furrowed slightly. He could sense how tricky this strike was; it was aimed perfectly at one of his blind spots.
Moreover, the man's other hand was already gathering power. Lin Feng knew that if he tried to block this strike head-on, he would fall right into the man's trap!
With this in mind, Lin Feng leaped into the air. Instead of meeting the blow head-on, he dodged it. After landing, he quickly moved back two meters, putting some distance between himself and the man.
*Pant, pant...*
The burly man was panting heavily and his body swayed, a clear sign of his massive energy expenditure. Still, he glared fiercely at Lin Feng and barked, "You can't run! I will kill you today!"
Lin Feng's expression turned grave. 'The man's gone mad. He doesn't fear death, he doesn't care about his own life. He just wants to drag me down with him. That way, even if he dies, I'll be injured, and my situation will become perilous.'
'This man is insane!'
Lin Feng cursed inwardly. He decided to seize the initiative. 'Even if I'm at a disadvantage in terms of raw power and realm, a fight isn't decided by those two things alone!'
He raised his arm, his short sword gleaming with a brilliant light, and charged toward the madman.
The madman gave a savage grin. He bent his knees and shot upward, his entire body leaping high into the air as he brandished his Short Blade.