Chapter 243: Sizing Up
Du Wen steadied his ragged breathing. His eyes scanned Lin Feng, sizing up his vital spots. A wicked grin spread across his lips. 'I have to finish Lin Feng off!'
He had already seen through Lin Feng's weaknesses. As long as he could exploit an opening, he would be the one to dominate the rest of the fight.
"Heh."
Lin Feng chuckled and shook his head. "How will we know if we don't try?"
Lin Feng's body blurred into an afterimage as he shot toward Du Wen, fists clenched, unleashing terrifying power.
"You're courting death!"
Du Wen barked, his biceps bulging. He swung his fists like iron hammers to meet Lin Feng's attack.
"BANG!"
A series of explosive cracks echoed throughout the floor. Lin Feng and Du Wen both aimed every strike at the other's weak points, trying to incapacitate their opponent instantly.
Lin Feng was incredibly fast. His fists whistled through the air as he smashed them viciously at Du Wen.
Every one of his punches was brutally powerful. Although Du Wen blocked them, his arms suddenly went numb, a sharp, stinging pain faintly radiating through them.
Du Wen gritted his teeth and pushed on, his own fists hammering mercilessly toward Lin Feng.
Du Wen's legs were also wildly attacking Lin Feng's lower body, every move carrying an overbearing aura.
But Lin Feng's reactions were faster. His Body Technique was graceful, and he moved effortlessly amidst Du Wen's onslaught.
Lin Feng's clothes had long since been torn to shreds, revealing his well-defined physique.
"BANG!"
The two figures moved constantly within the narrow space, colliding again and again as explosions rang out one after another.
In just a brief moment, they had already clashed more than a dozen times.
Although Lin Feng was being forced back by Du Wen's aggressive assault, he didn't panic. Instead, he was contemplating how to counterattack.
'I know I can't beat Du Wen with brute force alone,' he thought. 'I have to outsmart him, or I'll just be wasting my time.'
"BOOM!"
An explosive punch sent both men staggering back several steps.
Du Wen was panting heavily. He stared at the unmoving Lin Feng in the distance, his expression grim. From that last exchange, he had discovered that he was actually at a loss against this young man.
"Kid, it seems I underestimated you. You're worthy of being my opponent."
Du Wen licked his dry lips, his eyes filled with excitement. The more combat prowess Lin Feng displayed, the more thrilled he became!
Because this proved that Lin Feng was hiding many secrets!
'If I can get my hands on them, my strength will definitely improve, and I might even be able to break through to the Late Stage of Innate!'
'By then, my status in the family will rise. I won't have to be the young master's bodyguard anymore—I'll be the one being waited on!'
"Your strength is impressive," Lin Feng said slowly. "You're worthy of me getting serious!"
Du Wen's face turned ugly at his words. He felt this was a blatant humiliation, so he roared and charged violently at Lin Feng.
"BAM!"
Du Wen threw a punch with overwhelming force. His fist was wreathed in formidable Inner Strength. A blow like that could shatter a steel plate, let alone a person.
"BANG!"
Lin Feng raised his right palm and met the blow head-on.
This time, Lin Feng's body shook violently as he was thrown back by the immense power.
"Heh heh."
Du Wen sneered and closed the distance again.
"BAM!"
The two were locked in a fierce battle, their fight brutal and close-quarters, every blow drawing blood. Both of their bodies were covered in wounds.
But they remained at a stalemate, entangled in a struggle with no clear winner.
A strange light flickered in Lin Feng's eyes. This battle was giving him great inspiration. This kind of close-quarters combat could allow him to improve his strength in a short amount of time, which was a delightful surprise.
"BANG!"
After another violent collision, both Lin Feng and Du Wen were thrown back several meters before they could barely stabilize themselves.
Lin Feng stared at Du Wen, his eyes burning with intensity. This kind of close-quarters combat was perfectly suited for him! 'This is exactly the kind of tempering I need to make my body even stronger!'
'I know this is a rare opportunity, and I can't miss it no matter what!'
"Kid, you've got some skill, but if you think you can fight me with just that, you're dreaming."
Du Wen stared at Lin Feng, his tone ice-cold. He never imagined that this boy, who looked to be only around twenty years old, could be so powerful!
"My true strength? You're about to find out!"
Lin Feng said coldly. He immediately closed the distance again, his fist, wreathed in thick Inner Strength, smashing toward Du Wen.
This time, Du Wen didn't block it head-on but chose to dodge. After evading Lin Feng's attack, he stomped on the ground and launched himself into the air, his right leg shooting toward Lin Feng like a cannonball.
"SWOOSH!"
Du Wen's kick sliced through the air with a piercing sound, a testament to the formidable power it contained.
Lin Feng's pupils shrank. His figure shot out, narrowly dodging Du Wen's attack.
"Hmph!"
Du Wen narrowed his eyes, flipped his body in mid-air, and then launched a punch at Lin Feng with even greater speed.
"BAM!"
The two clashed. As their fists and feet met, they were both sent flying backward. Lin Feng's chest heaved violently; he felt like his knuckles were about to shatter.
He spun repeatedly in the air to dissipate the force from Du Wen's punch.
Du Wen, however, used his momentum to launch another attack.
"BANG!"
They collided again. Lin Feng was knocked back once more, while Du Wen's body trembled slightly.
"Good! Then I shall play with you properly today!"
Du Wen roared with laughter, his eyes full of mockery.
He felt Lin Feng was like a pathetic clown, someone he could toy with as he pleased, who posed no real threat.
"BOOM!"
Du Wen threw out another roundhouse kick. Lin Feng ducked, narrowly dodging the attack.
But a sense of crisis welled up in Lin Feng's heart. 'This Du Wen is definitely not as simple as he seems. If I let this drag on, I'll be the one who loses out!'
"SWISH!"
Retreating several steps in a flash, Lin Feng let out a long, turbid breath.
This battle was incredibly draining. He had to recover his stamina quickly; after all, his opponent, Du Wen, was no slouch.
"What? Scared to fight?"
Du Wen watched Lin Feng, the mockery in his eyes growing thick.
"I'm just afraid I'll scare you off."
Lin Feng said coldly, his gaze toward Du Wen filled with disdain.
"Heh heh... Scare me off? You think you can?"
Du Wen sneered, "Let me tell you, even if you beg for mercy today, I'm still going to kill you."
Looking at Lin Feng's indifferent eyes, an inexplicable rage welled up inside him. He was a dignified Martial Artist at the Peak of Mid-Stage Innate, a figure who held sway over Jiangnan City. Who didn't greet him respectfully as 'Elder Du'? And now, he was being looked down upon by some brat.
"BOOM!"