Chapter 261: Contact
Chen Jing was startled. He couldn't believe Lin Feng dared to charge him head-on. Although surprised, his reaction was lightning-fast. He was just a fraction of a second too slow, and his dagger clashed with the short sword.
BANG!
As the dagger and short sword clashed, a shower of sparks erupted. Chen Jing was forced back four or five steps, his arm trembling slightly. The webbing of his hand had torn open, and blood dripped to the ground.
'Such a powerful attack!'
Chen Jing was utterly shocked. Lin Feng's strength was terrifying—he'd been hit with enough force to tear the webbing of his hand. If his own body weren't so formidable, his short sword would have been sent flying.
Chen Jing glanced at the wound on his hand, the corner of his mouth twitching. 'This Lin Feng is a real monster. To think his strength is this immense.'
But an instant later, Chen Jing broke into a grin. He leaped into the air, his short sword carving an arc as it aimed straight for Lin Feng's throat.
Lin Feng's eyes narrowed, a cold glint appearing within them. He swung his right arm, and his short sword shot forward in a straight silver line to intercept Chen Jing's blade.
CLANG!
Lin Feng's blade perfectly parried Chen Jing's. His gaze was fixed gravely on Chen Jing. He knew he was facing a true master now.
Chen Jing glanced at his own short sword, then said coolly, "Your combat technique is impressive, but it's not enough to defeat me. Your loss is guaranteed."
The moment he finished speaking, Chen Jing let out a furious roar. He wrenched his short sword outward with a sudden burst of strength, instantly breaking free of Lin Feng's lock and thrusting it straight at Lin Feng's chest.
Lin Feng's eyes went cold, and he immediately took a step back. 'Chen Jing's move is incredibly treacherous. He feigned a retreat to bait me into pursuing, then launched a sudden sneak attack guaranteed to land!'
At that moment, Chen Jing let out a feral roar. "You're finished!"
His body moved like a bolt of lightning, his blade aimed for Lin Feng's chest. He was going to cut Lin Feng down right then and there.
Seeing this, Lin Feng showed no signs of panic. A cold glint flashed in his eyes as his short sword suddenly burst with a brilliant golden light.
HUM!
A soft hum resonated as the short sword left a phantom image in the air, instantly piercing through Chen Jing's afterimage and continuing its descent toward his head.
Chen Jing's pupils constricted. He desperately rolled aside, barely evading Lin Feng's strike.
His eyes were filled with a mixture of intense fear and rage. If he hadn't dodged in time, he would have been decapitated.
This bizarre turn of events made Chen Jing realize how troublesome the situation was. Lin Feng's Swordsmanship was so sharp it was nearly impossible to defend against.
A sharp light glinted in Lin Feng's eyes, and his expression grew even more serious. He knew Chen Jing was a difficult opponent, but now that the fight had begun, his only option was to see it through to the end.
His feet moved, his figure blurring like a phantom as he charged Chen Jing. His short sword lunged forward like a falling star.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
The two clashed relentlessly. Dagger and short sword struck again and again, sending sparks flying. Their fighting styles were so similar it was like two short swords colliding, producing a dense cacophony of ringing steel.
SWISH!
After exchanging several blows, Chen Jing suddenly twisted his wrist. His dagger traced a graceful parabola as it shot straight toward Lin Feng's chest!
Its speed was far too fast for an ordinary Martial Artist to track.
Lin Feng's eyes narrowed. He retreated rapidly, but he realized he was already locked on by his opponent's attack. Without hesitation, he thrust out a palm strike!
Not to be outdone, Chen Jing twisted his body, stabbing his short sword directly at Lin Feng's palm.
Their palms slammed into each other. Chen Jing felt an immense force transfer from Lin Feng's hand, but he gritted his teeth and endured it.
His short sword continued its resolute thrust. However, just as he stabbed at Lin Feng, Lin Feng simultaneously retracted his palm and swept a whip-like kick toward his waist.
Both men were giving it their all. Chen Jing's arm ached with the strain, but his short sword still plunged viciously into Lin Feng's shoulder.
PFFT!
An arrow of blood shot out. Chen Jing's blade had sliced open Lin Feng's arm. His target was Lin Feng's right arm; if he could sever it, he would win!
Chen Jing's eyes narrowed, his expression turning frigid. This was a Swordsmanship technique he excelled at, and he was confident his blade would pierce deep into Lin Feng's arm.
But just then, a chilling killing intent erupted in Lin Feng's eyes. He grabbed Chen Jing's dagger and yanked it with all his might.
Chen Jing was involuntarily pulled forward along with the dagger, and Lin Feng simultaneously drove his knee upward.
"What?!"
The sudden move caught Chen Jing completely off guard. His legs buckled, and he fell to his knees. The motion also caused him to lose his grip on his short sword.
Lin Feng's eyes narrowed. 'Chen Jing is clever. By dropping to his knees, he managed to regain his footing.'
SWOOSH!
Lin Feng reached out and caught the short sword, narrowly avoiding disaster. If he'd been a second slower, Chen Jing's blade would have undoubtedly crippled his right arm.
Chen Jing slowly raised his head, his face ashen. To be humiliated in front of so many people, forced to his knees by a mere Mid Stage of Innate Martial Artist...
"You have successfully enraged me!"
Chen Jing glared viciously at Lin Feng, his eyes bloodshot and the veins on his forehead bulging. He had grown up in the world of Ancient Martial Arts, reaching the Late Stage of Innate in his twenties. He was a genius Martial Artist, the center of everyone's attention.
And yet, today, someone like him had been forced to his knees.
"So what if you're enraged!"
Lin Feng's face was just as icy. This Chen Jing was far too arrogant; he had almost destroyed his right arm moments ago.
SWOOSH!
Chen Jing's figure vanished. He became a wisp of air, drifting toward Lin Feng with the eerie silence of a ghost.
Completely unafraid, Lin Feng's figure vanished as well.
Chen Jing's body flickered, shifting through several positions in an instant. Lin Feng's form reappeared from another direction, dogging Chen Jing's every step.
DING!
A series of sharp metallic clashes rang out as Chen Jing and Lin Feng weaved through the air.
Each of their clashes produced a crisp ring of steel, accompanied by ripples of Gang Qi that spread out into the surroundings.
WHOOSH!
A cold gleam suddenly flashed before Lin Feng's eyes—it was Chen Jing's dagger. Instantly on high alert, Lin Feng brought his short sword up to block, while his left hand crept behind his back and balled into a fist.
A cruel smile spread across Chen Jing's face. His dagger sliced through the air once more, aimed straight for Lin Feng's throat.