The Capital's Dragon Doctor

It was a known fact that even an ordinary Late Stage of Postnatal Ancient Martial Artist could shatter metal and stone with their bare hands and crack mountainsides with a kick.

And here were Lin Feng and Du Wen, both Ancient Martial Artists in the Mid Stage of Innate.

The fact that their fight had reached such a stalemate left the young master watching from the sidelines utterly astonished.

Lin Feng was tall and powerfully built, a physique that could overwhelm most opponents. Moreover, he was in the Innate Realm. One might say he held every advantage, which was remarkable considering Du Wen had been training for far, far longer.

Furthermore, Du Wen's strength was at the level of Mid-stage Innate Great Perfection, while Lin Feng was merely at the Peak of Mid-Stage Innate. The gap between them was not insignificant.

BANG!

The clash between them grew increasingly fierce. Du Wen's assault was utterly wild, a thick energy aura swirling around his body as he hammered Lin Feng with a barrage of punches as dense as falling rain.

'Whew. Looks like a head-on clash is still a bit too difficult right now.'

After taking a punch head-on, Lin Feng seized the opportunity to retreat a few steps and regulate his breathing. 'This Du Wen really is strong.'

Although he was able to effortlessly fend off Du Wen's assault thanks to his immense physical strength and incredibly refined techniques, taking him down quickly would not be easy.

However, Lin Feng was not without his own gains. His body was gradually adapting to the ferocious power, and in the process, a peculiar sensation was steadily growing within him.

Gradually, his skin grew tougher and even his bones began to strengthen. The Inner Strength within his body was also becoming more substantial.

WHOOSH!

Du Wen attacked again, this time putting his full power into the punch. His conditioning made the strike as fast as a shooting star, shaking the very air into a series of sharp cracks.

But a wicked smile played on Lin Feng's lips. He pushed off his right foot and shot backward, his figure vanishing in an instant. The next moment, he reappeared at Du Wen's side.

Lin Feng's figure flickered unpredictably, like a phantom. His movements were supremely elegant and devoid of any flourish, yet each Palm Blade strike completely sealed off Du Wen's defenses.

'Damn it, is this kid's stamina infinite?!'

Du Wen gritted his teeth and cursed inwardly. Although Lin Feng's attacks seemed deliberate, they were extremely threatening.

The slightest mistake could spell disaster for him. Most importantly, Lin Feng's attacks were growing increasingly cunning and unpredictable.

He was already weaker than Lin Feng in terms of raw power, and now Lin Feng's speed was also a notch above his. As a result, he was struggling to keep up.

Du Wen suddenly threw a punch, but Lin Feng ignored it completely. He had already predicted Du Wen's next move, so he continued his own palm strike, chopping straight for his opponent's neck.

Du Wen's expression turned cold, but he didn't abandon his attack. He lunged for Lin Feng's wrist while his other hand shot up to strike Lin Feng's shoulder.

THUD!

Du Wen's arm slammed into Lin Feng's shoulder, but it caused no damage. On the contrary, the force of the impact tore open the webbing of Du Wen's own hand.

His arm trembled uncontrollably. At the same time, Lin Feng's palm landed on his shoulder, sending a sharp pain lancing through him.

Lin Feng didn't press his advantage. Instead, he retracted his arm and retreated. 'After all, Du Wen is a master at the Mid-stage Innate Great Perfection. If I'm not careful and fall for a sneak attack, it could be dangerous.'

'He could also be feigning weakness, trying to lure me into a trap before delivering a fatal blow.'

Just as Lin Feng predicted, Du Wen didn't pursue after his failed attack. Instead, he immediately dodged back, putting several meters between them.

His brow was tightly furrowed. He could see that Lin Feng's strength was formidable. 'It seems winning this match won't be simple at all.'

"Heh, I'll admit you're a handful, but I don't want to drag this out any longer. You should just get lost."

Du Wen said lightly, looking at Lin Feng in the distance.

Hearing Du Wen's words, Lin Feng scoffed. The look he gave Du Wen was like he was looking at an idiot.

"If you're so eager to die, then don't blame me for what happens next!"

A cold glint flashed in Du Wen's eyes. Lin Feng's arrogant attitude had thoroughly enraged him.

Lin Feng swung his arms, his clothes fluttering loudly in the resulting gust. He stared at Du Wen, his eyes like lightning with a sharp glint bursting from them. In an instant, he brought his condition to its absolute peak.

SWOOSH!

Lin Feng's body shot forward, transforming into a blur that swept directly toward Du Wen. He moved so fast that he created a series of sonic booms in the air.

BOOM!

Lin Feng threw a punch, and a blast of golden energy shot out, flying straight for Du Wen's face.

Du Wen's pupils shrank. He crossed his arms in front of his chest to block the punch while simultaneously putting force into his feet, sinking his center of gravity, and sweeping a leg toward Lin Feng.

Seeing his attack blocked, Lin Feng snorted coldly. He stomped his left foot on the ground and leaped into the air.

His body carved an arc through the air as he kicked toward Du Wen's back. At the same time, his right fist, clenched tight, smashed down with a sharp whistle.

Du Wen saw that Lin Feng's chain of attacks was relentless, his techniques bizarre and varied, making them impossible to fully defend against. Yet, he showed no sign of panic, single-mindedly blocking the assault while searching for an opening.

Just then, Lin Feng's body abruptly halted in mid-air. He lashed out with a whip kick aimed at Du Wen's head, who hastily raised his arm to block.

But he never expected that the kick was just a feint. Twisting his body in mid-air, Lin Feng shot out a punch that struck him squarely in the gut.

Du Wen grunted, his body instantly doubling over like a shrimp. Without a moment's hesitation, he flipped his hand and drew the dagger hanging at his waist.

SCHLICK...

A spray of blood shot out as Lin Feng's figure slid backward. Du Wen had just used a dirty trick, a sneak attack. If Lin Feng hadn't been so vigilant, he would have been seriously injured.

"Despicable!"

Lin Feng growled, but did not press the attack.

Although he had landed a blow on Du Wen, he could clearly feel the injury wasn't serious. All he had managed to do was temporarily force him back.

Besides, he still didn't know what other tricks Du Wen had up his sleeve. That last attack was too insidious. It was also the kind of move that likely consumed a great deal of energy, so Lin Feng didn't dare to press forward rashly.

As for Du Wen, his face was deathly pale as he took several ragged breaths. He had indeed resorted to a few dirty tricks.

It was all to unnerve Lin Feng. He believed that after an attack like that, Lin Feng must have taken a significant hit, reducing his combat effectiveness.