The Capital's Dragon Doctor

But Du Wen was a ruthless man. He grabbed the carpet and tore off a large piece with a violent tug, then tied it around his body to brace his broken ribs and lessen the pain.

"So what if I'm despicable? You're the one who sneak-attacked me first. What have you got left now?"

Lin Feng asked indifferently. Although he had gained the upper hand in their previous exchange, he didn't press his advantage. He knew the momentum was on his side, and it would be disastrous if he got careless and gave his opponent an opening.

Upon hearing Lin Feng's words, Du Wen's expression grew even more savage. Such contempt and humiliation had thoroughly crossed his line.

His body blurred into motion, his figure rushing toward Lin Feng like a phantom. He was no longer holding anything back.

He knew that if he didn't eliminate this threat today, the matter would be far from over.

Lin Feng's eyes narrowed. He had anticipated that Du Wen would make a desperate move. He quickly retreated, but Du Wen caught up, chopping a hand toward Lin Feng's neck.

This move from Du Wen was exceptionally vicious. If that chop landed on his neck, even someone like Lin Feng would be seriously injured.

But how could Lin Feng let him succeed? With a tap of his toes, he shifted his body sideways. The palm strike grazed past Lin Feng's shoulder, but Du Wen was relentless and continued to press his attack.

Lin Feng lifted his leg and kicked toward Du Wen's waist. Seeing this, Du Wen quickly retracted his hand, sinking his arms down to shield his already injured abdomen.

BAM!

Lin Feng's knee slammed into Du Wen's elbow with a dull thud. Du Wen swayed, nearly losing his balance; he had taken a heavy blow from Lin Feng.

At that moment, Lin Feng spread his arms for balance and launched a swift side-sweep kick straight for Du Wen's chest. He executed the move with extreme speed, fearing Du Wen would resort to a desperate, all-out attack.

But Lin Feng had still miscalculated. Just as his leg was about to strike Du Wen's chest, Du Wen bent his body backward in an Iron Bridge maneuver, narrowly dodging the kick.

This surprised Lin Feng. 'I really underestimated this Du Wen,' he thought. 'His combat experience is clearly superior to that of an ordinary Ancient Martial Artist.'

BANG!

Du Wen seized Lin Feng's left leg. With bloodshot eyes, he roared through clenched teeth, "You're finished, you little bastard!"

A ferocious power erupted from his body. Lin Feng couldn't help but gasp. He now felt things were getting troublesome.

Du Wen's strength was considerable. If he couldn't break free from this hold, he would truly be at a disadvantage.

Lin Feng sent a jolt through his arms, making both their legs tremble. But Du Wen used this opportunity to tackle Lin Feng to the ground. His fists turned to claws as he began to attack Lin Feng wildly.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

For a moment, the only sound in the hallway was the impact of fists and feet. Their movements grew faster and faster until all that could be seen was a series of blurry afterimages, each exchange a terrifyingly powerful collision.

BOOM!

The intense battle sent tremors through the entire building, but neither fighter paid it any mind. They were at a point of no return; neither could afford to back down now. Their only option was to wear down the other's stamina as much as possible.

CRACK!

Suddenly, a sharp cracking sound came from Lin Feng's arm. One of his arms was now twisted at an unnatural angle, but Lin Feng didn't even grunt, continuing his frantic assault.

Du Wen was like a bloodthirsty beast now, having lost all reason. Lin Feng had to take him down; it was the only way he might survive.

Meanwhile, Du Wen was drenched in a cold sweat. He too had been struck by Lin Feng in the last exchange. The jolt of sharp pain restored some of his rationality. Only now did he realize that this Lin Feng had been hiding his true strength.

But it was too late for regrets now. He knew Lin Feng would never let him go.

The two clashed once more. Both had reached their limits and, with a tacit understanding, used the force of the impact to push away from each other, creating a moment to catch their breath.

"Hah... you're really a handful."

Stumbling back a few steps, Lin Feng's breathing was ragged. He didn't stay idle. He grabbed his own dislocated arm and, with a sudden burst of strength, yanked it!

With a sound that would set one's teeth on edge, he popped his arm back into its socket in this crude but effective manner.

But that was all he could do. Lin Feng had still sustained other injuries during the exchange. After all, for a young Martial Artist like him, his physical resilience was already unbelievably high.

PAT, PAT...

Lin Feng rubbed his right arm a few times, his brow furrowing deeper. Du Wen had slowly regained his composure, his eyes now filled with killing intent as he glared at Lin Feng.

"Kid, you are indeed the strongest Ancient Martial Artist I've ever seen at your age. But today, you are fated to die here."

Du Wen sneered, the venom in his eyes growing more concentrated. He was like a starving wolf now, and Lin Feng was the prey in his sights.

"Since you're looking for death, I'll be happy to oblige."

Lin Feng replied icily. He knew Du Wen was at the end of his rope, but there wasn't a trace of fear on his face.

WHOOSH!

Du Wen's figure moved, instantly closing the distance to Lin Feng. His condition was terrible, but instead of waiting for death, he chose to take the initiative and charge forward.

"You think you've won? Now, have a taste of my exclusive secret technique."

Du Wen's gaze was full of killing intent. His stamina was completely drained, but he intended to drag Lin Feng down with him before he died.

Du Wen's figure flashed as he threw a punch. The air around it seemed to congeal, creating a whining sound as it tore through space.

"Shock Fist!"

As he launched the punch, a cold smile appeared on Du Wen's lips. In his eyes, this single punch was more than enough to be fatal. There was nowhere for Lin Feng to run.

Yet, as Lin Feng faced this incomparably domineering fist, there was no trace of fear in his eyes. Instead, he just smiled faintly.

BOOM!

Lin Feng didn't make any grand movements, but his own fist had already shot out, colliding with Du Wen's.

Du Wen's pupils constricted instantly. He had never imagined Lin Feng would dare to meet his attack head-on. He knew the Shock Fist was his family's most powerful secret art, a technique that only direct-line disciples were qualified to practice.

Yet now, Lin Feng had actually blocked the technique head-on?!

'How is that possible?'

Du Wen simply couldn't believe his eyes. He didn't think Lin Feng could possibly withstand that punch.

Although his heart was filled with countless doubts and shock, he didn't stop his attack. Instead, he struck out with both hands, lunging to kill Lin Feng.

BAM!