The Capital's Dragon Doctor

Lin Feng's attacks were too overbearing, and Chen Jing was struggling to withstand them. If this entanglement continued, he would surely be the one to lose.

Lin Feng, for his part, felt like the fight had ended too soon. He didn't pursue, as he had no desire to end up in a situation where they both perished.

He wasn't a fool; he knew that if this continued, his Inner Strength would eventually be depleted. That would be an unwise move.

After catching his breath, Chen Jing's gaze hardened. His pupils constricted, for he could feel the immense danger emanating from Lin Feng.

But he was already in too deep to back down. If he didn't fight, he would die right here.

"ROAR!"

The roar thundered through the sky. In an instant, the circulation of his internal energy sped up, and veins bulged across his skin. The sight alone conveyed a sense of tremendous power.

In a single stride, he was directly in front of Lin Feng, thrusting both hands out to strike him.

"Hmph!"

Lin Feng raised a hand to block, using a basic yielding technique from Baji Fist to neutralize the force. Simultaneously, he retreated several meters, completely dispersing the remaining momentum. His eyes were filled with derision.

A venomous glint appeared in Chen Jing's eyes. He was shocked to find himself at a disadvantage in that exchange, though he knew it was somewhat inevitable.

But he couldn't afford to care about that now. With no path of retreat, he might as well fight Lin Feng to the death today!

Lin Feng didn't hold back either. He unleashed a Baji Fist technique, the Cannon Fist, aiming it directly at Chen Jing's heart.

If it landed squarely, Chen Jing would be blown to pieces. Even if he wasn't, the force of the blow was enough to take half his life.

Gritting his teeth, Chen Jing used Baji Fist's Wall Lean to brace against Lin Feng's Cannon Fist. Though it forced him to bend slightly, he managed to hold his ground.

"BAM!"

Their fists collided with a dull thud. Chen Jing's face instantly paled—five or six of his ribs were broken, but he had somehow withstood the blow.

Chen Jing's feet sank deep into the earth, sending a web of cracks through the flagstones beneath him as his body was sent flying backward.

But in that same instant, Lin Feng closed the distance in a single bound, appearing before Chen Jing.

He followed up with another Cannon Fist, this one far more powerful than the last.

Chen Jing was horrified. 'I can't dodge this!' A look of madness flashed in his eyes.

He twisted his body, crossing his arms to shield himself as he braced for the impact of Lin Feng's fist.

"BAM!"

As Lin Feng's fist connected, Chen Jing's body flew back as if struck by a sledgehammer. He stumbled back three or four meters before steadying himself, a trickle of crimson blood already escaping the corner of his mouth.

Lin Feng didn't press his advantage, as his own internal energy had grown somewhat chaotic. He needed a moment to regulate it.

Chen Jing seized the opportunity to flee. He knew Lin Feng was not someone to be trifled with; if the fight continued, he would be the one to suffer the ultimate loss.

Lin Feng paid no mind to the fleeing Chen Jing. A sudden flash of inspiration had struck him.

'This can't go on,' he thought. 'Chen Jing is a Martial Artist of considerable skill. A stalemate like this benefits neither of us.'

"CRACK!"

Lin Feng cracked the knuckles of his left hand. With a flick of his sleeve, a cold glint of light shot off in the direction of the escaping Chen Jing.

Chen Jing was already fleeing in a blind panic, but he still sensed the approaching danger. He whipped around and thrust out a palm.

"BAM!"

Chen Jing's palm strike sent the flying dagger spinning away, but the force of the blow momentarily halted his escape.

But before he could even catch his breath, Lin Feng was upon him, a sweeping kick aimed straight at his face.

"Don't even think about it!"

Chen Jing roared in anger and shot out his right fist to intercept Lin Feng's leg.

Their feet clashed repeatedly in mid-air, creating a rapid series of explosive sounds. Their legs became a blur as they tangled together, and visible ripples of force radiated from the points of impact.

"BANG!"

Finally, Lin Feng's kick slammed into Chen Jing's lower abdomen, while Chen Jing's fist landed on Lin Feng's waist.

Chen Jing's fist sank deep into Lin Feng's stomach. He had thought this one punch would be enough to cripple Lin Feng for good.

But he never imagined that the force of his punch would be completely neutralized by Lin Feng's abdomen. Instead, his arm was now caught in Lin Feng's iron grip.

Lin Feng's eyes glinted with a bone-chilling cold. He yanked on Chen Jing's wrist, throwing him off balance and pulling him in close.

"SLAP!"

Lin Feng swung his hand in a vicious slap. The blow landed squarely on the side of Chen Jing's face, and the cheek immediately began to swell.

"SLAP!"

Lin Feng swung his arm again, landing another resounding slap across Chen Jing's face.

"BAM!"

A dull thud followed as Lin Feng drove an elbow into him. By now, Chen Jing's entire face was swelling up.

Even his nose was broken and caved in. In that moment, his face was swollen like a pig's head, all traces of his former handsome and dashing appearance gone.

"You bastard, how dare you humiliate me like this!"

Chen Jing roared in fury.

"SLAP!"

Lin Feng slapped him again.

"You say I'm humiliating you? Then I'll humiliate you!"

Lin Feng sneered, his expression cold and his eyes filled with killing intent. He never gave a second chance to an Ancient Martial Artist blinded by greed.

"You're really asking to die!"

Seeing Lin Feng's hand swinging toward him again, Chen Jing's expression turned utterly foul.

'This is a battle to the death, and he's still slapping me?'

His cheeks stung with searing pain, but what enraged him even more was the humiliation. As far as he could remember, no one had ever shamed him like this.

But today, he had been utterly humiliated after being forced to use his most secret techniques. It was unbearable. He had only one thought now: to tear Lin Feng limb from limb!

After the slap, Lin Feng saw Chen Jing's face contort with savagery. His eyes were completely bloodshot; he was clearly on the verge of erupting.

"SWOOSH!"

Chen Jing's figure blurred as he lunged at Lin Feng. With a cold snort, Lin Feng met him head-on, showing no weakness. Their two figures moved under the pitch-black night sky.

They weaved between the buildings, their colliding fists and palms setting off a series of deafening cracks.

Both fighters were incredibly fast, and nearly every move was infused with powerful Inner Strength.

An ordinary Cultivator would have been thrown to the ground, spitting blood, by such powerful shockwaves. But Lin Feng only seemed to grow stronger the longer he fought.

He felt his Dantian had been sealed, but that didn't stop him. His current attacks had already surpassed the Basic Level of Tendon Refining.