Chapter 267: Sneak Attack
The depth of his Inner Strength completely surpassed Lin Feng's. Even if Lin Feng launched another sneak attack or found an opening, as long as he couldn't break through his Hard Qi Technique, he was absolutely no match for him.
BOOM!
Chen Jing stomped his foot, and the cement road beneath him instantly cracked and crumbled. His figure shot toward Lin Feng like a black whirlwind!
When he was still two meters from Lin Feng, his hands shot out. His large, pincer-like hands aimed straight for Lin Feng's neck. The move was utterly vicious; if he managed to grab Lin Feng's throat, the battle would be decided, especially since Lin Feng's speed couldn't match Chen Jing's.
Lin Feng's pupils contracted. 'Chen Jing's Body Technique is too fast, and he's protected by that Hard Qi Technique. I can't risk a direct confrontation.' He decided to adopt hit-and-run tactics.
Chen Jing's hands closed in from both sides, but Lin Feng didn't meet them head-on, easily dodging the attack.
Then, in a flash, Lin Feng appeared behind Chen Jing and viciously kicked him in the rear, sending him flying.
CRASH!
Chen Jing crashed directly into a large bluestone at the edge of a flowerbed. A nauseating wave churned in his chest, making it hard to breathe.
He swayed and nearly collapsed, but he gritted his teeth and forced himself to remain standing.
One hand braced against the ground while the other clutched his chest. He gasped for air, his eyes growing even more frenzied.
WHOOSH!
Chen Jing executed a kip-up, leaping to his feet. He glared at Lin Feng in the distance and roared.
"I'm going to kill you!"
Lin Feng just smiled faintly, not dignifying him with a response. His eyes held a mocking glint.
'I want to test the limits of my physical strength, anyway. My cultivation has improved since my training in seclusion at Wanguo Academy.'
With a furious roar, Chen Jing shot toward Lin Feng like a cannonball. A dense red light erupted from his palms, bathing his entire arms in a crimson glow.
"Flame Palm!"
Chen Jing bellowed as flames billowed from his palms, thrusting them forward to meet the rapidly approaching Lin Feng!
The tyrannical Inner Strength radiating from Chen Jing's body was immense. The power of this palm strike was several times stronger than before. It was clear how enraged he was; he was holding nothing back.
Lin Feng's eyes narrowed. 'This is it,' he thought. 'The decisive moment of the fight.'
'Whoever makes the first mistake will lose.' Yet his mind remained perfectly calm. He could also feel that his physical body had grown much tougher than before.
Chen Jing's assault was swift, but Lin Feng still handled it with ease. This time, he didn't dodge or hold back. Every fist and palm met Chen Jing's attacks head-on.
BANG!
As their fists collided, a deafening sound erupted. The force of the impact was so great that even the tough floor tiles were shattered, sending fragments flying everywhere.
BANG!
Lin Feng and Chen Jing traded another punch, but this time, the impact sent a numbing shock up Lin Feng's arm.
'I didn't expect him to be this strong. If this keeps up, I'll definitely lose out. I have to change my strategy.'
He spun, grabbing Chen Jing's hand. Then, kicking off the ground, he launched himself toward Chen Jing's head.
He bent his legs like a pair of scissors, clamping them around Chen Jing's neck. His feet locked around Chen Jing's head, momentarily trapping him and making it impossible to escape.
Then Lin Feng let out a low growl. "Get lost!"
Before the words had even faded, he summoned all his strength. With a sudden exertion from his arms and a flick of his hands, he hurled Chen Jing into the air!
Chen Jing was stunned. He never expected Lin Feng to possess such terrifying power—enough to swing him around and toss him into the sky!
He was genuinely terrified. His martial power was indeed greater than Lin Feng's, but when it came to pure, brute strength, Lin Feng was considerably stronger.
Furthermore, Lin Feng's method of throwing someone was just bizarre—it was simple and brutal, but it worked. He had been thrown.
While airborne, he couldn't adjust his posture because the throw was so dangerously unorthodox.
He was spinning at high speed. If he crashed like this, the impact would surely render him unable to fight.
THUD!
Chen Jing's body streaked through the air like a meteor. A dull thud followed as he crashed onto the lawn.
BOOM!
A massive shockwave kicked up a cloud of dust. As the dust settled, Chen Jing was revealed lying on the ground, curled up like a shrimp. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth as his body trembled violently.
Lin Feng's gaze turned icy. In a single step, he was in front of Chen Jing. He raised his leg and delivered a vicious whip kick to Chen Jing's stomach.
BANG!
With a thunderous crash, Chen Jing's burly figure was sent flying over a hundred feet by Lin Feng's kick. He slammed into a nearby tree trunk, snapping the thick wood in half.
SPURT!
Chen Jing coughed up a huge mouthful of blood, but his glare remained fixed fiercely on Lin Feng. The hatred in his eyes was so intense it was as if he wanted to devour him whole.
But Lin Feng simply pointed at Chen Jing, slowly raised his index finger, and wagged it from side to side.
Chen Jing understood the gesture perfectly: *You're not good enough.* His face twisted into a ferocious snarl. He had reached the pinnacle of his rage. This Lin Feng was too arrogant! This was all his fault.
Chen Jing had been decisive and ruthless his whole life, a man who had killed countless people without ever flinching. How could he accept being pushed into a corner by some punk?
SWOOSH!
He leaped, covering seven or eight meters in an instant, and thrust a palm strike at Lin Feng.
"You're a spent force. Just give up and die."
Lin Feng snorted coldly and met the attack with a palm strike of his own. The force of their two palms collided in mid-air.
BANG!
An explosive bang erupted as they made contact. Lin Feng shattered Chen Jing's palm strike.
The power of his own palm strike exceeded even his own expectations. Chen Jing's attack was fierce, but Lin Feng was not to be trifled with.
After neutralizing Chen Jing's offensive, Lin Feng followed up with a direct strike, viciously plunging his hand into Chen Jing's abdomen!
BANG!
The palm strike tore straight through Chen Jing's stomach, leaving a bloody hole in its wake!