Chapter 237: Danger
The two clashed violently again. Lin Feng and the gray-robed old man were both forced back three meters, their faces grim.
Lin Feng's eyes were as cold as frost. His muscles tensed, veins bulging, making him look utterly dangerous.
He stared fixedly at the gray-robed old man, his killing intent laid bare. He had suffered a small disadvantage in their last exchange, which infuriated him.
"Kid, I admit you're strong, but you're no match for me. If you know what's good for you, surrender now. Otherwise, you'll meet a miserable end."
The gray-robed old man threatened coldly. He knew he would surely lose in a one-on-one fight, so his only hope was to use a medicinal pill to recover some of his Inner Strength and wait for a chance to launch a sneak attack. That was the only way he might win.
"You think I'm easily scared?"
Lin Feng sneered. He bent his body slightly, kicked off the ground, and shot toward the gray-robed old man like a soaring dragon.
"Stubborn fool! If that's how you want it, then die!"
The gray-robed old man roared and slashed his sword at Lin Feng.
"Die!"
A savage expression appeared on the gray-robed old man's face. The short sword glinted coldly, lunging toward Lin Feng like a silver viper.
CLANG!
With the sound of clashing metal, Lin Feng extended a single finger and blocked the old man's sword.
SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!
Just then, three Willow Leaf Darts suddenly appeared before Lin Feng. They shimmered with a dark light as they shot toward the back of his head. If these three Willow Leaf Darts were to hit, Lin Feng would surely be in grave danger.
"Hmph."
Lin Feng sneered. He had long since devised a counter for such a trick. Just as the three Willow Leaf Darts were about to strike, his body twisted in a bizarre motion, and he dodged them.
"What?"
The gray-robed old man's pupils shrank, and a terrible premonition rose in his heart. He hurriedly pulled back his sword to block in front of him.
TING!
A crisp metallic clash rang out. The gray-robed old man grunted, stumbling back five or six zhang before steadying himself.
He gripped his short sword, staring warily at Lin Feng. If he hadn't reacted so quickly just now, he would have already fallen to Lin Feng's hands.
"How could your speed have increased so much?" There was a hint of fear in the gray-robed old man's voice.
He had originally thought he could completely crush Lin Feng with his level of cultivation, but from their exchange just now, he realized something was amiss.
This Lin Feng's strength was clearly far more terrifying than he had imagined.
"You don't need to know."
Lin Feng said coldly, "None of you are leaving this place today."
"Arrogant."
The gray-robed old man flew into a rage, his expression turning utterly dark. Lin Feng's strength far exceeded his expectations. If this dragged on, he would be the one to ultimately fail.
"Since you're courting death, I'll be happy to oblige."
He roared, his aura surging steadily. He had already unleashed his strongest martial technique, intending to finish Lin Feng in one blow.
BUZZ!
The short sword trembled, letting out a melodious hum. His hand, gripping the sword, suddenly thrust forward.
A whistling sound filled the air as the short sword, carrying a sharp killing intent, stabbed toward Lin Feng, striking fear into one's heart.
'Is this guy hiding his strength?'
Lin Feng frowned, his eyes narrowing. He retreated rapidly, temporarily avoiding the brunt of the attack.
He knew he had been a bit too arrogant just now. Although his strength was greater than before, he still hadn't reached his true peak and was not yet accustomed to facing such a powerful enemy.
SWOOSH!
A fierce wave of Sword Qi shot out from the side, making Lin Feng's cheek sting with pain. If he had reacted a fraction of a second slower, his head might have been cut clean off.
"You've got some nerve, trying to kill me for my treasures. Do you really think I can't handle you?"
A mocking smile touched the corner of Lin Feng's mouth.
"Kid, don't be so impudent! If you have the guts, fight me fair and square!" The gray-robed old man flew into a rage out of humiliation. He never imagined that even after using his strongest attack, he still couldn't defeat Lin Feng.
"Fair and square with you? Are you even worthy?"
Lin Feng scoffed. The gray-robed old man's strength was decent, but that was all. It wasn't quite enough to deal with him.
"Kid, you must die today! Even if it means exhausting my energy and damaging my own foundation, I will eliminate you."
The gray-robed old man said through gritted teeth, unwilling to give up just like that.
"If you want to kill me, we'll have to see if you have what it takes."
Lin Feng glanced indifferently at the gray-robed old man, a hint of ridicule on his face.
"Die!"
The gray-robed old man roared, leaped into the air, and swung his short sword. With an indomitable aura, he viciously slashed at Lin Feng.
'Not good!'
Lin Feng's expression tightened. The gray-robed old man's move was incredibly sharp. If it landed, the outcome for him would be tragic.
"It doesn't matter what tricks you have. My strength is far superior to yours."
The gray-robed old man sneered savagely. His attack became even faster. With a flick of the short sword in his hand, he struck at Lin Feng's face!
Faced with such a terrifying strike, Lin Feng's expression grew incredibly solemn. He bent his knees and shot forward like an arrow released from a bow.
At the same time, he clenched both fists and threw a Beng Fist at the sword. He then twisted his waist sharply, narrowly dodging the fatal blow.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
The two went back and forth, darting relentlessly through the narrow hallway. Every collision produced a deafening sound. They moved so fast that the onlookers were left dumbfounded, completely unable to track their figures.
CRACK!
After another direct clash, the flesh between the gray-robed old man's thumb and forefinger split open, and blood streamed out. His face was contorted in a snarl as he roared again and again.
"Aaargh!"
"Damn you, you bastard! I'm going to slaughter you!"
He tilted his head back and roared at the sky, his eyes bloodshot, like a bloodthirsty beast.
He had never suffered such a humiliation. A young man so much younger than himself was not only able to contend with him but was even suppressing him.
The frustration in his heart was suffocating; he wished he could tear Lin Feng to pieces right then and there.
"Heh, with just this little bit of skill, you still dared to come looking for trouble with me? You're truly courting death."
Lin Feng shook his head and sneered. The gray-robed old man was at his wit's end; he was no match for Lin Feng at all. As long as he held on, Lin Feng was certain to win this battle.
"Kid, don't celebrate too soon. This is just the beginning."
The gray-robed old man shouted coldly. His figure flashed, and in an instant, he was right in front of Lin Feng. He flipped his wrist, and the short sword flew from his grasp.
The short sword shot forward, becoming a blur as it flew toward Lin Feng.
Lin Feng's expression grew grave. He hadn't expected the gray-robed old man to have such a move up his sleeve. The way the short sword attacked was so tricky that he was caught somewhat off guard.
"Hmph!"
Lin Feng snorted coldly. He straightened his right index finger and flicked it forward.
BANG!
With a loud noise, the short sword was sent flying backward. The force of the rebound jolted the gray-robed old man, forcing him back two steps.
"Huh? He actually blocked it. This kid is really something," the gray-robed old man said in surprise.