Chapter 263: Not Good
When Lin Feng saw Chen Jing in this state, his eyes grew cold. He knew he had to end this fight as quickly as possible. Dragging it out would be extremely disadvantageous for him.
Even if he could win against Chen Jing in his current state, the cost would be immense. So, Lin Feng didn't dare hold back. He had to go all out, or he might very well be defeated.
SWOOSH!
Lin Feng's figure blurred into an afterimage as he charged at Chen Jing. Not to be outdone, Chen Jing charged right back at him.
Lin Feng and Chen Jing moved as fast as shooting stars. Every clash between them generated a powerful gale.
The surrounding grass was blown flat by the shockwaves, and the sand and soil on the ground were swept up into the air.
BANG!
Another muffled thud echoed out. Lin Feng had landed a solid punch right in Chen Jing's stomach, sending him flying through the air, spitting blood.
"Damn it!"
Chen Jing crashed to the ground, a gut-wrenching pain shooting through him. It felt as if his body was about to fall apart.
He scrambled to his feet, his gaze fixed icily on Lin Feng. That punch had been too powerful; it felt as if his organs had been rearranged.
He never could have imagined Lin Feng possessed such terrifying strength. If his physical defenses hadn't been so formidable, that single blow would have been enough to leave him severely wounded!
At this moment, Chen Jing despised Lin Feng. This was a complete and utter humiliation. He had come here to kill Lin Feng, but who could have guessed he would be so difficult to handle!
'But am I just going to give up?'
Chen Jing shook his head. 'That's impossible. I'm a Core Disciple of the Chen Family.'
'Even if I get out of this alive, my older brother will kill me if he finds out what happened!'
'So, no matter what, I have to kill Lin Feng.'
Gritting his teeth, Chen Jing ignored his wounds. He forcefully suppressed the pain, regulated his breathing, and lunged at Lin Feng once more!
He was going all in. His only chance of survival was to fight Lin Feng to the death. Otherwise, he had no hope of making it out of this alive.
SHING!
He drew the short sword from his waist again and thrust it straight at Lin Feng.
Chen Jing's attack was incredibly fast. He was clearly ready to risk everything, intending to defeat Lin Feng in one swift move.
Lin Feng frowned, knowing Chen Jing was now ready to fight to the death.
He couldn't afford to hold back any longer. With a flick of his wrist, a low-grade short sword appeared in his hand.
Lin Feng's figure flickered, his Body Technique propelling him forward with even greater speed. As he moved, he swung his arm. The short sword traced a silver arc in the moonlight, letting out a sharp whistle as it cut through the air, aimed straight for Chen Jing's chest.
CLANG!
A clear ring of metal on metal resounded, and Chen Jing's assault came to a sudden stop.
Stumbling back…
Chen Jing retreated hastily, his arm trembling violently. The power behind Lin Feng's slash had been too formidable for even him to handle, leaving the webbing of his hand numb from the impact.
He was horrified. He realized Lin Feng was stronger than him. If he had continued to clash with Lin Feng just now, he might already be a dead man.
THUD!
The two faced each other, neither willing to make the first move. Their power levels were close enough that an all-out fight would only result in mutual destruction, an outcome neither of them desired.
"Lin Feng, you're really something else. You're even stronger than I expected!"
Chen Jing said slowly, genuinely impressed. He had intended to annihilate Lin Feng in a single move, but this outcome was completely beyond his expectations.
Lin Feng remained silent, his eyes, full of icy resolve, fixed on Chen Jing.
Lin Feng was already prepared for a fight to the death. He wasn't bloodthirsty, but he wasn't one to back down from a fight, either.
Now that he was facing such a tough opponent, he'd feel pathetic if he didn't at least give it his all.
'Even though Chen Jing is at the Late Stage of Innate, his power feels unstable. I'm still confident I can beat him.'
Seeing Lin Feng's expression, Chen Jing knew that a prolonged standoff would be disastrous for him. His internal circulation was already in disarray, and he had used up more than half of his Inner Strength. Continuing like this would put him at a severe disadvantage.
But he had to fight. He was fighting not only for the Purple Reishi in Lin Feng's possession, but also to protect his status as a Young Master of the Chen Family. He had no other choice but to go all out.
They stared each other down for a long moment before both let out a furious roar and charged simultaneously.
Chen Jing clenched his right hand into a fist and threw a sudden punch. A Fist Seal materialized and shot forward, carrying with it a vast wave of Inner Strength that bore down on Lin Feng.
BOOM!
Lin Feng, however, simply flicked his left hand. From between his five jade-white fingers, several silver needles shot out to intercept Chen Jing's Fist Seal!
The silver needles glinted as they flew toward Chen Jing, but he showed no fear. Even injured, he wasn't someone Lin Feng could defeat so easily.
PFFT!
The silver needles sank into Chen Jing's body, but they were useless, failing to cause any real damage.
Against an expert of Chen Jing's caliber, simple needle projectiles like these were basically ineffective unless they struck a vital acupoint.
But a smirk played on Lin Feng's lips. His goal hadn't been to injure Chen Jing, but merely to stall him.
BOOM!
Lin Feng stomped lightly on the ground, his body launching into the air like a cannonball.
Chen Jing's expression turned grim. He knew Lin Feng had made his decision. If he couldn't kill Lin Feng today, he was a dead man.
Lin Feng's Body Technique was incredibly fast. He left a trail of afterimages in the night as he closed the distance. Chen Jing's eyes narrowed, and he shot forward as well, throwing a punch at Lin Feng.
Lin Feng twisted in mid-air, dodging the aura of Chen Jing's punch. But Chen Jing immediately followed up with a kick aimed straight at Lin Feng's crotch!
Lin Feng's pupils contracted, but his movements didn't falter. He secretly gathered power in his right hand, then shot it out, grabbing directly for Chen Jing's ankle.
Chen Jing's expression changed when he saw this. He knew what Lin Feng was up to—Lin Feng's hands were like weapons. If he got caught, it would be all over for him.
He instantly changed his footwork, angling his kick to the side. He knew how powerful Lin Feng's grip was; getting caught would be disastrous.
Seeing Chen Jing's evasion, Lin Feng didn't give chase. Instead, he spun and drifted backward, landing gracefully.