Chapter 276: Contempt
"Heh heh, I thought you were supposed to be strong? You can't even take one of my moves, and you still dare to talk about taking my life?"
A contemptuous smirk played on Lin Feng's lips as he looked down on Su Peng.
PFFT!
Hearing Lin Feng's words, Su Peng was so incensed that he spat out a large mouthful of dark blood.
"Agh, I'm going to kill you!"
Su Peng roared, his figure suddenly shooting forward. He threw a punch, his fist whistling through the air as it smashed toward Lin Feng's temple.
Lin Feng's gaze grew solemn, alarm bells ringing in his mind. He knew Su Peng's fist contained absolutely devastating power.
However, he didn't choose to retreat. He crossed his arms in front of his chest to block.
BANG!
A violent explosion rang out. Lin Feng's arms took the full force of Su Peng's punch, and a tremendous power surged directly into his body.
He shuddered, his face turning pale. He staggered, nearly collapsing, but he managed to stand his ground.
An icy expression crept onto Lin Feng's face. Although he resisted with all his might, he still couldn't fully block Su Peng's ferocious and terrifying strike.
When Su Peng saw that Lin Feng had actually withstood his attack, a flash of astonishment crossed his eyes.
But his expression quickly returned to normal. With chilling killing intent in his eyes, he pressed forward again, attacking Lin Feng with a flurry of kicks and punches.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
A series of rapid collisions echoed. Lin Feng barely managed to fend off Su Peng's attacks, but it was a struggle. After all, their cultivation levels were clear; Su Peng's was far higher than his, so it was only natural for Lin Feng to be at a disadvantage.
A trace of surprise flickered in Su Peng's eyes. The fact that Lin Feng could tangle with him for so long without being defeated was already enough to startle him.
After all, in the world of Martial Artists, the higher one's realm, the clearer the gap between fighters becomes. Lin Feng was only at the Mid Stage of Innate, yet he could fight him to a standstill—and even gain a slight upper hand. This was truly extraordinary!
To put it in perspective, not even a fellow Late Stage of Innate clansman from his own family would dare to face him head-on; they would only resort to hit-and-run tactics.
Su Peng's eyes turned icy, and the aura around him grew more and more powerful.
"Brat, you've infuriated me! I'll make you wish you could die!"
The moment the words left his mouth, Su Peng suddenly stopped his attack. Then, he stomped his feet hard against the ground, his entire body shooting toward Lin Feng like an arrow released from a bow.
Lin Feng's pupils shrank, and he retreated explosively. However, his speed was still much slower than Su Peng's. In an instant, Su Peng caught up and swung his left leg in a vicious kick.
'Such a fast reaction!'
Frowning, Lin Feng didn't dare to be the least bit careless and immediately raised his arms to defend himself.
A mocking look appeared in Su Peng's eyes. His leg strength was immense—he could snap an iron bar, let alone Lin Feng's arms. He was certain that when this kick landed, Lin Feng was finished.
But in the very next moment, his face suddenly stiffened. Lin Feng's hands had somehow latched firmly onto his calf.
"What?" Su Peng cried out in alarm. 'Lin Feng stopped my roundhouse kick with just his bare hands?'
Lin Feng grinned, revealing a row of predatory white teeth.
BANG!
The next moment, Lin Feng's hands jerked forward with immense force. A majestic power erupted from his palms, violently shoving Su Peng back and sending him flying out the door.
HISS!
Su Peng sucked in a sharp breath. The force of Lin Feng's push just now had been terrifying.
He staggered back a few steps and fell hard onto his bottom. He clutched his stomach, his face a mask of agony.
Feeling the sharp pain in his abdomen, Su Peng's hatred reached its peak. He gritted his teeth, the veins on his forehead bulging as if they were about to burst.
"You… you actually injured me?" Su Peng's face was filled with disbelief.
By now, he understood that the only reason Lin Feng had been able to hurt him was because of that bizarre and unpredictable Body Technique.
Su Peng thought for a moment, then suddenly snorted coldly and said, "I seem to have underestimated you."
Su Peng slowly got to his feet, his gaze dark as he sneered at Lin Feng.
"You think you can beat me? What a fool. In a moment, I'm going to tear you limb from limb!"
Lin Feng narrowed his eyes, his gaze chilling as he watched Su Peng. He knew he couldn't let his guard down now, or he would be doomed.
He remained silent for a long time before finally deciding to take the initiative. The commotion here had already attracted the attention of other Martial Artists, and if this dragged on, it would inevitably lead to more trouble.
SWOOSH!
Lin Feng suddenly struck. Treading with a profound footwork, he flickered and appeared right in front of Su Peng, his right hand shaped into a claw as he grabbed for his throat, intending to capture him.
"Hm?"
Seeing this, Su Peng's pupils shrank abruptly. He was completely shocked.
'This kind of bizarre Body Technique… I've never even heard of it.'
"Petty tricks! Break for me!" Su Peng shouted coldly, twisting his body and swinging out both fists.
His two fists were like iron hammers, wrapped in a sharp and tyrannical Gang Qi as they smashed toward Lin Feng.
BANG!
Lin Feng's claw and Su Peng's fists collided, instantly creating a sound like muffled thunder as waves of energy rolled out.
Although Lin Feng's attack was swift and domineering, his cultivation level was ultimately lower than Su Peng's.
Therefore, after the brief exchange, he was knocked back several steps before he could stabilize himself. And while Su Peng hadn't moved an inch, his aura had become somewhat disordered.
"Dammit!"
Su Peng gritted his teeth, feeling utterly frustrated. 'This Lin Feng is clearly only at the Mid Stage of Innate. Why is he so damn hard to deal with?'
"Your cultivation may be weaker than mine, but your combat strength is truly impressive. I've changed my mind."
"Today, I'm not just going to cripple you. I'm also going to drag you back to the Su Family for brutal interrogation," Su Peng said, his face contorted in a vicious snarl, his eyes bloodshot.
Su Peng had always believed his own talent and comprehension were superior to Lin Feng's. He refused to admit otherwise, which was why he hated Lin Feng so intensely and wanted to tear him to pieces.
"Heh. If that's the case, then I'll just have to send you to your grave."
Lin Feng gave a cool smile. His figure then flickered as he lunged at Su Peng again. This time, Lin Feng's movements were so fast that Su Peng couldn't even track them. Before he knew it, Lin Feng was right beside him.
"How could…"
Su Peng caught a glimpse of a black shadow attacking from the corner of his eye and instinctively tried to dodge.
SLAP!
But he was a fraction too slow. Lin Feng's palm struck him hard across the cheek, instantly causing half of his face to swell up.
"Bastard!"
Su Peng flew into a rage. He never imagined he would actually get slapped in the face.
He, a powerful expert at the Late Stage of Innate, had been slapped by Lin Feng, who was only at the Mid Stage of Innate? This was an absolute humiliation.
Su Peng's fury completely erupted. He roared, word by word, "Brat, you're courting death!"