Chapter 260: Killing Intent
SHLICK!
With a flick of the short sword in his hand, a spray of blood bloomed on Lin Feng's body. His clothes were torn and drenched in blood.
The excruciating pain seemed to have no effect on Lin Feng. He simply stared at Chen Jing, his eyes ice-cold and filled with an endless killing intent. A powerful, malevolent aura erupted from his body.
The malevolent aura spread, so thick it seemed on the verge of solidifying.
Without a word, Lin Feng advanced. Each step he took left a deep footprint in the hard ground.
The malevolent aura around Lin Feng grew heavier. He pounced toward Chen Jing like a primeval beast.
Chen Jing's expression darkened. He, too, sensed the danger radiating from Lin Feng. Without hesitation, he flicked his short sword and charged.
SHINK!
Chen Jing's short sword thrust straight for Lin Feng. The strike was cunning and vicious, seeming to pierce through the very air as it went straight for Lin Feng's throat!
Lin Feng's eyes were calm. With a series of quick steps, he dodged Chen Jing's fatal blow by a hair's breadth. But in that same instant, the short sword's trajectory abruptly changed, now aiming straight for Lin Feng's ribs!
Lin Feng snorted, raising a hand to grab the blade of Chen Jing's short sword. With a flick of his arm, he flung Chen Jing away.
Chen Jing staggered but quickly steadied himself. His eyes were vicious, and a smile played on his lips. "Heh heh... Interesting. Now *this* is what I call interesting."
Chen Jing's eyes were filled with a crazed light. To him, Lin Feng was nothing more than prey.
SWOOSH!
Chen Jing attacked again. His Body Technique was ghostly and erratic, making him seem like a phantom in the night.
Lin Feng's gaze sharpened; he sensed an immense threat and abruptly retreated dozens of feet.
Chen Jing's short sword grazed past Lin Feng's body, striking the wall and sending a shower of sparks into the air.
WHOOSH!
Chen Jing charged again, his short sword descending upon Lin Feng like a furious tempest.
Lin Feng moved, his Body Technique incomparably profound. He managed to evade every single one of Chen Jing's attacks.
SWISH!
Chen Jing somersaulted, attacking Lin Feng from behind. His movements were uncannily strange. Even Lin Feng felt an immense pressure. His pupils shrank. 'Chen Jing is too fast! I can't keep up!'
The corners of Chen Jing's mouth tilted upward in a confident smile.
Lin Feng's gaze went sharp. He suddenly exploded backward, and with a flick of his fingers, sent a silver needle shooting out. Caught completely off guard, Chen Jing was hit.
CLANG!
Chen Jing staggered, nearly falling as his short sword flew from his grasp.
"Damn it!"
Chen Jing roared, catching the silver needle between two fingers. He squeezed, and the needle snapped in two.
By then, Lin Feng had already used the opening to leap several meters away. The moment he landed, he launched himself forward with a sweeping kick.
Chen Jing cursed inwardly. With a flick of his wrist, a hidden blade shot toward the back of Lin Feng's knee.
Lin Feng twisted his body, barely dodging the blade, but his ankle was still gashed and bleeding profusely.
"Lin Feng, let's see how long you can last! How are you going to fight me now!"
A mocking smile hung on Chen Jing's face, the corners of his lips curled in derision. He wanted to toy with Lin Feng until he was dead.
Chen Jing's fighting style was utterly insidious. A sharp dagger now appeared in his hand.
The dagger's edge was bright as snow, shimmering with a cold light; it was clearly no ordinary weapon. Holding the dagger, Chen Jing slowly advanced on Lin Feng. The corner of his mouth twitched as his eyes, full of killing intent, locked onto his target.
Lin Feng frowned. The dagger in Chen Jing's hand gave off a distinct bronze luster. It was clearly a tempered weapon, at least a low-grade, Yellow-rank one.
Lin Feng's eyes were like ice. He knew he had to finish Chen Jing today. Otherwise, neither of them would be leaving this place alive.
WHOOSH!
Chen Jing's body vanished. When he reappeared an instant later, he was right in front of Lin Feng.
Chen Jing thrust a palm strike straight at Lin Feng's chest, his eyes filled with bloodthirsty killing intent.
Lin Feng didn't dare to hesitate. He shifted his body to evade the palm strike and immediately unleashed a powerful sweeping attack at Chen Jing's neck. This time, Lin Feng was truly putting his life on the line.
Chen Jing was stunned for a second, but a cruel smile quickly spread across his face as he leaned to the side.
He then executed a series of sidesteps, approaching from an incredibly tricky angle to appear at Lin Feng's flank. He slashed directly at Lin Feng's lower abdomen.
Chen Jing's combat skills were superb; every move he made held terrifying, lethal power. If this strike landed, Lin Feng would be utterly crippled.
BANG!
Chen Jing's dagger struck solidly against Lin Feng's lower abdomen. But all he felt was a massive force rebound through the blade, making his arm go numb. Lin Feng, however, hadn't budged an inch.
His expression changed drastically. He looked down and saw that Lin Feng had, at some point, drawn a short sword of his own, using it to block the attack on his abdomen.
Lin Feng had only swayed slightly; he hadn't even been forced back half a step.
Lin Feng glanced at the blocked dagger, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Is that all the strength you have?"
Chen Jing snorted. He swung his dagger, and a blast of energy instantly shot forth.
At the same time, his entire body lunged forward. He threw a chain of punches, each one carrying astonishing speed and power, making them impossible to defend against.
CLANG! CLANG!
Lin Feng's short sword was a blur of motion. His figure moved like a phantom, constantly parrying Chen Jing's attacks.
"I admit you're skilled. You're a tough opponent. But you still can't escape. I want you dead!"
A cold sneer appeared on Chen Jing's lips, his face twisting into a ferocious mask. He no longer cared that his original goal had been to seize the Purple Reishi. Now, only one thought consumed him: 'I must kill Lin Feng!'
CRACK! CRACK!
Lin Feng and Chen Jing were locked in a tangled struggle. Chen Jing attacked relentlessly with a flurry of fists, while Lin Feng's short sword danced to neutralize the assault.
Chen Jing's offensive was incomparably fierce, yet Lin Feng seemed to handle it with ease. His movements were as swift as lightning, his short sword weaving a deadly dance with Chen Jing.
BAM!
Chen Jing's right elbow slammed viciously into Lin Feng's left shoulder. A wave of excruciating pain shot through him. Lin Feng grunted and rapidly retreated.
"Hahaha... Lin Feng, time to die!"
Chen Jing laughed wildly as he pounced toward Lin Feng once more, intent on delivering the final, fatal blow.
Lin Feng took a deep breath, a sharp light glinting in his eyes. He gripped his short sword, stepped forward, and thrust it straight at Chen Jing's heart.