Chapter 240: Unworthy
Lin Feng's eyes narrowed slightly. With a sudden sway, he dodged Du Wen's palm strike.
Du Wen froze. Lin Feng had actually dodged his attack.
His expression turned grim, his gaze terrifyingly cold. For Lin Feng to actually withstand a few of his moves was a blatant humiliation.
"Old dog, today I'll show you that you're not worthy of killing me!"
Lin Feng roared, gripping the dagger with both hands, and lunged at Du Wen again.
"Hmph! You overestimate yourself!"
Du Wen snorted coldly. A terrifying energy erupted from his body. Stomping his feet on the ground, he reappeared beside Lin Feng like a phantom.
SWISH!
His hand shot out like an iron hook, clawing for Lin Feng's throat. If that claw found its mark, Lin Feng would die instantly.
"Hmph. Did you really think I'd attack without having my guard up?"
However, to Du Wen's surprise, a mocking smile played on Lin Feng's lips. He then dropped low and shifted a meter to his left.
Du Wen's hand grasped at empty air. At the same time, Lin Feng shot forward again, his Short Blade becoming a streak of white light as he thrust it at Du Wen's throat.
Du Wen jerked back, narrowly avoiding Lin Feng's dagger. His eyes narrowed as he stared coldly at Lin Feng.
"What's wrong, old dog? Not going to keep attacking? Come on, keep fighting."
Lin Feng sneered and kicked at Du Wen's stomach, his body spinning in place at the same time.
THUD! THUD!
Du Wen stumbled back several steps before steadying himself. His stomach churned violently, and he almost threw up.
Every one of Lin Feng's attacks was cunning and ruthless. Had it been an ordinary person, Lin Feng would have already slit their throat.
"Still want to play, old dog?"
Lin Feng smiled contemptuously, straightening up to look down on Du Wen.
"Brat, don't think you can beat me just because you dodged a few of my attacks. This time, I'll definitely take your life!"
Du Wen took a deep breath, slowly composing himself for another attack. Even though he had failed to take down Lin Feng with his previous attempts, he was confident that this time, he would finish him for good and ensure he could never become an Ancient Martial Artist again.
WHOOSH.
He controlled his breathing in an instant. Like an arrow loosed from a bow, Du Wen shot toward Lin Feng.
This time, he held nothing back. His aura surged like an unsheathed sword, its edge so sharp it seemed capable of piercing the void.
SWOOSH!
Du Wen's hand shot out, striking toward Lin Feng's throat with the cunning of a venomous snake.
This time, Du Wen pushed his speed to its limit. He moved as fast as a flash of lightning, appearing before Lin Feng in the blink of an eye.
Lin Feng's expression turned grave. His body trembled, and his feet rooted themselves to the ground, cracking the hotel floor. Then, like an arrow fired from a bow, he shot toward Du Wen.
His movements were as smooth as flowing water, utterly perfect. The Short Blade in his hand traced a brilliant arc.
Du Wen's eyes widened. He felt a dangerous aura envelop him. In that instant, he sensed that Lin Feng had grown much stronger.
His pupils contracted violently. He instinctively tried to dodge Lin Feng's Short Blade, but he was too late. With a sickening SQUELCH, the blade plunged into Du Wen's shoulder.
"Hiss!"
Du Wen sucked in a pained breath. Lin Feng's Short Blade had pierced through his clothes and buried itself in his flesh.
"Damn it! You're courting death!"
The pain made him roar. He shaped his hands into palms and brought them crashing down on Lin Feng's head.
Lin Feng met the attack without a hint of weakness.
BANG!
As they collided, Du Wen's arm shuddered, and the webbing of his thumb split open, trickling blood. Lin Feng, however, remained completely still, only the hand holding the Short Blade trembled slightly.
Du Wen's eyes went wide with disbelief. He couldn't believe that Lin Feng had withstood his assault.
He took an involuntary step back, but Lin Feng's assault remained just as fierce.
Lin Feng pressed forward, his hand clenched into a fist, and slammed it into Du Wen's chest. A powerful Fist Force erupted like an explosion, sending Du Wen flying.
THUMP!
The force of Lin Feng's punch was deceptively gentle, but when Du Wen crashed against the wall, the entire building seemed to tremble.
It was a testament to the blow's power. And yet, when that force struck Du Wen's body, it failed to cause any significant damage. His ribs were completely unharmed.
"Heh heh, you little brat. I've been cultivating for nearly fifty years. Did you really think you could defeat me?"
Du Wen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered. He knew Lin Feng's strength was indeed far greater than his own, even surpassing him by a huge margin.
But he remained fearless. He possessed a special ability: his defense was far more formidable than that of an ordinary Martial Artist.
"Oh? Is that so."
Lin Feng paused for a moment, then a faint, mocking smile touched his lips. "If that's the case, then why don't you try one of my moves?"
Hearing Lin Feng's words, a sense of foreboding rose in Du Wen's heart. 'This aura is so immense… it's a huge threat to me.'
But he still didn't believe Lin Feng could actually defeat him. He said coldly, "Stop acting so mysterious. You can't intimidate me. I've roamed the martial world for years. How could a piece of trash like you possibly defeat me?"
With that, he shuffled his feet, took a step forward, and thrust out both palms. A devastating palm strike swept out, blanketing everything.
A sharp light gleamed in Lin Feng's eyes. He flickered, tightening his grip on his Short Blade. With a beautiful spin, he brought the blade hacking down.
SWISH!
The Short Blade carved a graceful, crescent-shaped arc as it slashed toward Du Wen.
CLANG!
A crisp, pleasant clang of metal rang out. The two Yellow-rank weapons collided once more, and the force they carried caused the surrounding ground to crack inch by inch.
Du Wen's face flushed red. His legs gave out, and he staggered back several steps. He then looked up and glared viciously at Lin Feng.
"Old man, looks like you didn't eat your breakfast!"
Lin Feng mocked coldly.
Du Wen was furious. He snarled, "You little bastard, I'm going to rip that damn mouth of yours off!"
With that, Du Wen charged forward again. His hands crisscrossed, fingers bent like talons, as he clawed at Lin Feng's throat, aiming to rip out his Adam's apple.
A chill entered Lin Feng's eyes. He gripped the Short Blade with both hands and held it horizontally in front of him, blocking Du Wen's incredibly sharp claw attack.
Seeing his attack miss, Du Wen snorted coldly. He stomped his foot, and his right leg swung up in a vicious sweep kick aimed at Lin Feng's waist.
Lin Feng sidestepped the attack and simultaneously brandished his Short Blade, thrusting it toward Du Wen.
CLANG!
Du Wen's right leg collided violently with Lin Feng's Short Blade, sending sparks flying from the point of impact.