Chapter 264: Concealed
He had already pulled back his right hand. His left, however, was hidden within his sleeve, concealing his silver needles.
He disdained sneak attacks, but in this situation, he had no choice. He had to create the perfect opening, or the consequences would be dire.
Chen Jing stood at a distance, watching Lin Feng, his mind racing. 'This Lin Feng is far too powerful. If I don't get rid of him soon, he'll become a source of endless trouble in the future.'
His eyes hardened. He knew he couldn't let this drag on. He had to finish off Lin Feng right now, or he was a dead man!
After all, while his own power level was much higher than Lin Feng's, Lin Feng's combat instincts were just too sharp. To win, he would have to use his deadliest move.
Chen Jing's earlier arrogance had vanished. He knew this was a life-or-death situation. If he delayed any longer, he might very well die here.
He took a deep breath, his body coiling slightly like a ferocious beast about to pounce. The Inner Strength within his Dantian began to surge.
BANG!
Chen Jing stomped his foot, his body shooting toward Lin Feng like an arrow loosed from a bow. He knew this was an opening created by Lin Feng's momentary lapse. If he missed this chance, killing him later would be nearly impossible.
In an instant, he was in front of Lin Feng. He threw a sudden, vicious punch, his fist wreathed in formidable Inner Strength. The power behind it was immense.
Lin Feng's expression remained as tranquil as still water. He raised his right hand, his fist unfurling into a palm to meet the blow head-on!
BOOM!
A muffled thud echoed as Lin Feng's palm collided with Chen Jing's fist. A biting wind erupted from the impact, sending both men flying backward.
Chen Jing was thrown back dozens of feet. He steadied himself and glanced at his right hand; the skin was already turning red.
From that single head-on clash with Lin Feng, he felt a sharp pain shoot through the meridians in his right arm. He could barely even make a fist.
Chen Jing's expression turned exceptionally grim. 'This Lin Feng's power is terrifying! He injured the tendons in my hand with nothing but his bare palm.'
A physical defense of that level was simply unheard of. He had always considered his own body to be quite tough, but compared to Lin Feng, it was like a child standing before a giant.
Lin Feng's right arm was also trembling slightly. He hadn't come out of that exchange unscathed. Though he seemed to have the upper hand, he had still sustained a few superficial wounds.
Lin Feng looked at Chen Jing and smiled faintly. "Now, I believe it's my turn."
SWOOSH!
The moment the words left his lips, Lin Feng flicked his right hand again. This time, hundreds of silver needles shot out, whistling through the air at incredible speed as they flew straight for Chen Jing.
Chen Jing's eyes went cold. He dodged all the needles with a swift sidestep, but when he looked back to where they had come from, there was no trace of Lin Feng.
Lin Feng had vanished!
"Lin Feng, I refuse to believe I'll lose to you!"
Chen Jing roared and slapped his palm out to his side, but it hit nothing. The air beside him was empty.
Lin Feng's figure reappeared, three or four silver needles held between his fingers. He let out a cold snort. "You dare let your guard down?"
As Lin Feng's words reached his ears, Chen Jing dodged to the left, narrowly avoiding disaster. But Lin Feng didn't give up. He flicked out a few more silver needles as he once again pressed his attack.
A bitter taste filled Chen Jing's mouth. 'If I hadn't let my mind wander just now, giving Lin Feng that opening, victory would already be mine.'
SWISH SWISH...
Silver needles flew through the air, leaving several bloody cuts on Chen Jing's body. Lin Feng was no pushover. He had never claimed to be a noble gentleman; his philosophy was to be merciless and leave no loose ends.
Chen Jing was filled with suffocating frustration. Lin Feng was clearly weaker than him in terms of raw power, but killing him would require paying a price—a price that might very well be his own life.
SLAP!
Chen Jing slapped himself hard across the face, using the stinging pain to snap himself out of it and forcibly suppress the fear rising in his heart.
With bloodshot eyes, he glared at Lin Feng, hating himself for his own stupidity. 'I knew he had such an uncanny Body Technique, yet I still dared to fight him up close. Wasn't I just asking for this humiliation?'
A grim, tragic smile touched Chen Jing's lips. He was preparing to risk it all in one final, desperate struggle. If he was going to die, he would drag Lin Feng down with him.
Lin Feng's brow furrowed. Chen Jing was fighting like a cornered animal. A desperate, all-out brawl like this would undoubtedly end with both of them severely wounded.
Even if they both went all out, there was no guarantee either could kill the other. After all, Chen Jing was a genuine expert at the Late Stage of Innate, while he himself had only just reached Mid-stage Innate Perfection.
"Lin Feng, you think you've won? I'll tell you what, this is just the beginning! I'm going to make you wish you could die, but you won't be able to!"
Chen Jing's voice was ice-cold and laced with venom. He had thrown all caution to the wind. Even if it meant suffering crippling injuries, he would not let Lin Feng get away today.
His goal was simple: kill Lin Feng, then kill himself. Nothing else mattered anymore.
He just wanted Lin Feng to die. He wanted to make Lin Feng experience a fate worse than death.
Seeing Chen Jing's crimson eyes, Lin Feng narrowed his own. 'Even severely injured, he's still strong enough to fight me on equal footing. I have to give this everything I've got, or I'll be in real trouble.'
Lin Feng pushed lightly off the ground, his entire body launching forward as he shot toward Chen Jing. He could no longer afford to hold anything back.
All he could do was fight for his life. He just hoped Chen Jing wasn't too stubborn; otherwise, this battle was going to be a real headache.
Just then, Chen Jing's eyes grew even more scarlet. He made no attempt to dodge. Instead, his figure blurred as he lunged at Lin Feng, his right hand shaped into a claw, striking straight for Lin Feng's chest.
Not to be outdone, Lin Feng shoved a palm horizontally, aiming directly for Chen Jing's neck.
BANG!
Their palms met, and a violent shockwave of energy blasted outward. The ferocious force swept across the area like a tidal wave!
Chen Jing staggered and hastily retreated into the distance. He came to a stop, a trickle of blood sliding from the corner of his mouth.
Having landed a successful blow, Lin Feng's figure flickered, reappearing before Chen Jing like a ghost.
He immediately followed up with a kick, powerful and heavy, that whistled through the air as it hurtled toward Chen Jing.
Chen Jing shot backward once more, kicking up a cloud of dust from the ground.