Chapter 259: Waiting
Blood trickled from the corner of Chen Jing's mouth. He stared at Lin Feng, his expression grim.
Lin Feng's build was slender, his muscles perfectly proportioned and aesthetically pleasing. This time, he didn't attack first. Instead, he waited quietly for Chen Jing to make a move.
Chen Jing's earlier sneak attack with a knife-hand strike had nearly injured him, so this time, he was prepared to find an opportunity to cripple his opponent.
At that moment, Chen Jing suddenly closed his eyes. He raised his right hand, and a cold glint of light appeared at his fingertips.
Chen Jing's eyes snapped open. He took a step with his left foot and shot forward, lunging murderously at Lin Feng in the blink of an eye.
Lin Feng's gaze sharpened. He threw a straight right punch and simultaneously launched a vicious kick.
But Chen Jing was faster. He dodged Lin Feng's strikes with lightning speed before they landed, smoothly circling behind him. Then he unleashed a vicious and piercing whip kick!
BANG!
Lin Feng's right knee slammed hard into Chen Jing's abdomen, sending him flying. However, a searing pain shot through Lin Feng's own gut, as if a bone had fractured. He, too, stumbled back several meters before stopping.
Chen Jing clutched his stomach and stared at Lin Feng, his face filled with shock. He hadn't expected to be at a disadvantage again. 'And I was being so careful!'
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a crazed light glinting in his eyes.
His gaze was icy as he looked at Lin Feng and let out a cold snort.
Lin Feng's strength far exceeded his expectations, and a sense of defeat welled up inside Chen Jing.
Chen Jing glared at Lin Feng, grinding his teeth. He wanted nothing more than to tear him limb from limb.
"You've really pissed me off, kid. You have to die. I'm going to torture you until you're begging for a death that will never come!" Chen Jing said sinisterly, his eyes radiating immense killing intent.
He had never imagined that someone in Huaxia could be even more of a monster than he was. A vicious light swirled in his eyes.
"Is that so? We'll see if you have what it takes!"
Lin Feng grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. But his eyes turned cold, and his body began to radiate a palpable killing intent.
"More than enough to kill you!"
Chen Jing snorted. The killing intent in his pupils flared as he advanced on Lin Feng with strange, intricate footwork.
SWISH!
The next moment, with a flip of his hand, two short swords glowing with a faint blue light appeared in his palm!
"Die!"
With a low shout, Chen Jing swung his arm. The short swords flew from his grasp, hurtling toward Lin Feng with a terrifying whistle.
The swords were incredibly fast, closing the distance in an instant. Lin Feng's eyes widened—the sharp blades were mere inches from his chest!
Danger. This was extremely dangerous!
If those blades struck him, they could pierce his heart on the spot!
At the last possible moment, Lin Feng took a step back, lowered his center of gravity, and snapped his upper body backward. With this "Iron Bridge" maneuver, he narrowly dodged what should have been a fatal blow!
Lin Feng had no doubt that if he had reacted even a split second slower, that attack would have killed him.
The thought made him draw a sharp breath. 'This Chen Jing is truly treacherous, hiding his true strength!'
"Hm?"
Chen Jing raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting Lin Feng to react so quickly.
But missing the strike didn't seem to frustrate or annoy Chen Jing in the slightest. He let out a cold snort and attacked Lin Feng again with his short swords. This time, they were shrouded in a dense blue glow. It was a Spiritual Artifact!
Lin Feng's expression grew stern; he could feel the pressure mounting.
But Lin Feng was an incredibly experienced fighter. Just as Chen Jing's short sword was about to stab into his shoulder, Lin Feng suddenly twisted to the right.
He skillfully evaded the blade and swept his right elbow around, aiming straight for Chen Jing's neck.
Chen Jing hurriedly leaned back, his body bending at a ninety-degree angle. At the same time, his other hand shot out, slapping at Lin Feng's arm.
BAM!
Chen Jing's right palm connected with Lin Feng's right elbow. Lin Feng staggered, taking several steps back.
Just then, Chen Jing suddenly spun and charged at Lin Feng.
A sharp glint flashed in Lin Feng's eyes as he quickly dodged to the side.
BANG!
One of Chen Jing's knees slammed into the spot where Lin Feng had just been standing. Dirt splattered and stones flew, leaving a deep crater in the ground!
His attack having missed, Chen Jing didn't press his advantage. He stopped, his eyes fixed on Lin Feng, a savage expression twisting his features.
"Kid, you're truly astonishing. You're the most monstrous Martial Arts master I have ever seen. A worthy opponent. You're brilliant. But unfortunately for you, I will kill you today!"
Chen Jing's expression was grim, his eyes radiating a terrifying killing intent. He knew Lin Feng was a tenacious foe, but he was still determined to kill him!
He was a proud man and would never allow anyone to be better than him.
Lin Feng's strength had already far surpassed his expectations. If allowed to continue developing, Lin Feng would only become stronger.
In this situation, he couldn't let Lin Feng have even a second to breathe. He chose to strike with overwhelming force and cut Lin Feng down. 'Even if Lin Feng manages to escape, so what?'
'As long as I can eliminate him, I'll be the victor!'
Chen Jing erupted forward, his body moving like a slippery fish as he rushed toward Lin Feng. Another short sword, this one pitch-black, appeared in his hand. His movements were as fast as a phantom.
Lin Feng's eyes narrowed. He dodged rapidly, constantly retreating under Chen Jing's relentless assault.
But Chen Jing gave no quarter. Though shocked by Lin Feng's formidable strength, he had no intention of giving up.
He could see that Lin Feng was already slightly injured. This was the perfect time to strike back.
Besides, the stronger Lin Feng was, the more excited Chen Jing became. 'This is exactly the kind of person worth subjugating!'
Lin Feng didn't dare let his guard down. He kept retreating and dodging as Chen Jing's attacks grew increasingly fierce, forcing him onto the defensive.
"Just die already! What makes you think you can be my opponent?!"
Chen Jing's assault was as dense and fast as a torrential downpour, washing over Lin Feng entirely.
Not to be outdone, Lin Feng kept retreating while throwing out punches, clashing violently with Chen Jing.
BAM!
After another direct clash, Lin Feng was sent flying.
Chen Jing pressed his advantage, leaping to Lin Feng's side in a single bound as the short sword in his hand glinted coldly.
SCHLICK!
With a flick of his wrist, Chen Jing sliced open Lin Feng's left shoulder with his short sword, sending a spray of blood into the air.
"Damn it!"
Lin Feng grunted in pain. The short sword had instantly carved a gash a couple of inches long into his left shoulder.
Chen Jing's eyes were glacial. He pressed his attack relentlessly, the short sword in his hand a blur of menacing power. Again and again, its blade bit into Lin Feng's skin, leaving a trail of cuts in its wake.