Chapter 238: Improvement
"You're celebrating a little too soon."
Lin Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. A sharp light glinted in his eyes as he lowered his center of gravity. The muscles in his legs seemed to swell, and his speed instantly increased.
"Huh? What is this?!"
'Such a clever use of Inner Strength. How is a kid his age capable of this?'
Du Wen's pupils constricted. Lin Feng's current speed was completely beyond his imagination. He had thought Lin Feng was a dead man for sure, but now it seemed that wasn't the case.
A sense of unease welled up inside him. Lin Feng's sudden burst of speed had thrown his plan into disarray.
"Damn it!"
He cursed under his breath in anger. With a light tap of his toes, he launched himself into the air, arms outstretched, and lunged at Lin Feng.
A smirk played on Lin Feng's lips.
'You want to play? Fine, I'll play with you.'
His body shuddered, then tensed abruptly. He was like a cheetah poised to strike, ready to spring at any moment.
At the same time, with a flick of his hand, an ancient, uniquely-shaped dagger appeared in his grasp!
'Is that... a low-grade Yellow-rank weapon?'
Du Wen's expression changed abruptly, and a greedy light burst forth from his eyes.
He hadn't expected Lin Feng to possess such a rare weapon.
Although he was currently wielding a mid-grade Yellow-rank weapon, the short sword belonged to his Young Master, not him.
But if he could snatch the dagger from Lin Feng's hands, he would finally have a suitable weapon of his own!
In that case, it would be an extremely significant boost to his combat power.
"Junior, just obediently kneel and kowtow to me three times. Hand over your treasure, and I'll spare your life."
Du Wen sneered. He was confident that with his cultivation at the Peak of Mid-Stage Innate, he could completely crush Lin Feng.
A cold glint flashed in Lin Feng's eyes. Without a single word of nonsense, he charged directly at Du Wen, his dagger unleashing a sinister, cold gleam.
DING!
Lin Feng's dagger met the short sword once again.
"A petty trick!"
Seeing this, a disdainful sneer appeared on Du Wen's face. 'This Lin Feng has only just reached the Peak of Mid-Stage Innate. His aura and Inner Strength are still unstable and weak. How could he possibly be a match for me?'
Soon, however, his eyes narrowed slightly.
Although Lin Feng's cultivation wasn't high, his power was unusually immense. In this collision, his own short sword was almost knocked away, and his arm trembled slightly, nearly losing its grip.
'There's something wrong with this kid!' Du Wen thought to himself.
"Kid, what school are you from? Skills like yours are not something a Martial Artist from the Mortal Realm could possess!"
He stared at Lin Feng warily. He knew this young man couldn't possibly be a nobody. He must have a powerful background or a strong backer; otherwise, how could he possess such heaven-defying potential?
Lin Feng shot him an indifferent glance and ignored him, continuing to press forward. 'This is an opponent I can't afford to underestimate in the slightest.'
"Not taking me seriously? Fine. I will see this through to the end."
Du Wen roared in anger and, not to be outdone, met Lin Feng's advance.
CLANG CLANG CLANG...
The two engaged in a fierce struggle. Du Wen's attacks were exceptionally ferocious and sharp; he didn't want to waste a single moment. After all, this was an order from his Young Master!
'If I can complete this beautifully, the reward afterward is sure to be generous!'
'Besides, he was incredibly envious of the dagger in Lin Feng's hand!'
His short sword danced, creating a blur of sword-light, like a million vipers hissing as they attacked Lin Feng relentlessly.
Lin Feng held his dagger, continuously fending off the assault.
Du Wen gritted his teeth. 'This kid actually dares to fight me to the death? Isn't he afraid of getting hurt?'
"Kid, since you're looking for death, I'll oblige you!"
Du Wen sneered. His fists clenched with a series of cracks as an utterly terrifying aura erupted from him. He was going to use a Secret Technique to kill Lin Feng for good and take the dagger.
BANG!
Du Wen stomped his feet hard on the ground, shattering the floorboards. He shot forward like an arrow released from its bow, streaking toward Lin Feng.
WHOOSH...
A black shadow flickered, weaving through the narrow hallway like a ghost.
'So fast!'
Lin Feng's brow furrowed. He was already using the Carefree Traveling Body Technique at full power to fight Du Wen, but he still couldn't clearly see his opponent's movements and could only defend passively.
Du Wen stared at Lin Feng with a grim expression. The fact that Lin Feng could contend with him only strengthened his resolve to kill him.
If he let Lin Feng escape, his Young Master would skin him alive. At that point, death would be a mercy.
SWISH!
Du Wen's fists transformed into a sky full of phantom punches that rained down on Lin Feng, each one packed with incomparably powerful Inner Strength.
Not even a Martial Artist at the Early-stage of Late-stage Innate Realm would want to take such an attack head-on. He refused to believe that Lin Feng, a mere greenhorn at the Mid Stage of Innate, could last for long.
Lin Feng's eyes narrowed slightly. Du Wen's fists rained down, making the air hum and even causing space itself to warp.
"Hmph!"
Lin Feng snorted coldly. His figure flickered unpredictably, like a butterfly weaving through a storm of blades. Light flowed across his dagger, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air.
SWOOSH!
Du Wen's short sword stabbed through an afterimage, failing to harm Lin Feng in the slightest.
Lin Feng closed in step by step, his dagger relentlessly attacking Du Wen. The sharp glint of the blade cut through the air, and with every block, the webbing between Du Wen's thumb and forefinger split open, a dull pain even radiating from his wrist.
"How is this possible!"
Du Wen's face was contorted in a snarl. 'This kid's strength is clearly not as great as mine! How can he challenge me from a lower level?'
'Could it be that he possesses some powerful Cultivation Technique or Secret Technique?'
In that instant, a thousand thoughts raced through his mind.
But the dagger in Lin Feng's hand didn't pause for a moment. Its movements were sharp and cunning, carrying a biting wind as it stabbed toward Du Wen, who scrambled to defend himself.
BANG!
As Du Wen continued to clash with Lin Feng, he felt as if he had sunk into a mire, his speed severely restricted.
Lin Feng's expression was calm. He wielded his dagger with fluid ease. Beads of sweat trickled down his fair forehead, but he showed no signs of fatigue.
Du Wen, in contrast, was covered in sweat and breathing heavily. Although he seemed to have the upper hand, he looked rather pathetic.
"Aargh! Damn it! I will kill you today, no matter who you are!"
Humiliated, Du Wen's anger boiled over. A cold, murderous intent flickered in his eyes.
"Sealing Claw!"
He roared, curling the five fingers of his right hand into a claw. It shot out like lightning, aiming for Lin Feng's throat.
This Sealing Claw was condensed with all his Inner Strength. If it landed, the situation would be truly perilous.
A sharp light flashed in Lin Feng's eyes. His dagger suddenly stabbed out, blocking the momentum of Du Wen's claw, and he immediately followed with a kick from his left leg.