Chapter 277: Offensive
A murderous glint flashed in Lin Feng's eyes. He knew that if this dragged on any longer, he would be in grave danger.
Therefore, he stopped holding back!
Vast Inner Strength surged through his body. Lin Feng squeezed his eyes shut, then snapped them open, a sharp light bursting from them.
In that instant, Su Peng felt his skin crawl and his hair stand on end. An intense feeling of dread washed over him.
"Die!"
Lin Feng adjusted his breathing and roared, then sprang into the air, launching himself forward like a cannonball.
Su Peng was momentarily stunned, but he didn't drop his guard. His vast experience told him there was no dodging this attack. He could only cross his arms before his chest to block the blow.
"BANG!"
With a violent crash, Lin Feng's attack struck squarely against Su Peng's arms.
'Such immense power!'
Feeling the tremendous power transmitted through his arms, Su Peng gritted his teeth. Unwilling to be outdone by Lin Feng's savage assault, he also frantically channeled his own Inner Strength to resist.
"BOOM!"
Another sound like a clap of muffled thunder erupted, and Su Peng was once again forced back several steps. This time, he felt a sharp pain. The tingling numbness spreading through his arms twisted his face into a savage grimace.
He stared fixedly at Lin Feng and said through gritted teeth, "You brat, you actually forced me to use the Iron Arm Technique. I'll give you that."
The Iron Wall Technique was a Yellow-rank, mid-grade martial art of immense power. Su Peng had originally thought this move would be enough to severely injure Lin Feng.
But to his disappointment, Lin Feng was not only unharmed but had even used the recoil from the blow to rapidly increase the distance between them. He was now watching Su Peng warily.
"Hmph, you've got some skill. No wonder you dared to provoke our Su Family."
Su Peng's eyes turned sinister. With a single stride, he closed in on Lin Feng, his speed so extreme that he appeared behind him in the blink of an eye.
Terrifying power gathered in his hand as he brought it down toward Lin Feng's shoulder.
"BAM!"
Lin Feng spun around, meeting the strike with his own palm. The head-on clash with Su Peng produced a dull thud, stirring up a gust of wind around them.
This time, Lin Feng's body swayed, and he nearly collapsed. Su Peng was a Late Stage of Innate Martial Artist, after all, his strength far exceeding Lin Feng's.
"Haha, this is just the beginning!" Su Peng laughed ferociously. He lunged forward, his fists a whirlwind as they flew toward Lin Feng.
He was as fast as a galloping horse, appearing before Lin Feng in the blink of an eye. His fist whistled through the air, striking viciously at Lin Feng's left side.
'Not good, I can't block this head-on!'
His eyes narrowed. Lin Feng didn't dare to be careless and quickly retreated several steps, narrowly dodging Su Peng's attack.
However, just as he was about to retreat further, Su Peng suddenly vanished from his spot.
"WHOOSH!"
A series of afterimages of Su Peng appeared behind him. He struck out with both hands, each blow containing terrifying power, as if it could make the very air explode.
"BANG!"
Su Peng's fists rained down on Lin Feng's back, and all Lin Feng could do was struggle to defend himself.
The longer they fought, the darker Lin Feng's expression became. He was being suppressed by Su Peng from start to finish, completely unable to counterattack.
"PFFT!"
In the end, Lin Feng couldn't hold on. After one more exchange, he used the recoil to stumble back several steps, his body staggering, on the verge of collapsing.
"Heh heh, kid, how about it? Beg for mercy now. If I'm in a good mood, I might just let you live."
Su Peng stood opposite Lin Feng, sneering. His eyes were filled with mockery. He didn't take Lin Feng seriously at all; in his eyes, Lin Feng was nothing but an ant.
"Huuuh."
Slowly, Lin Feng exhaled a ragged breath, steadying his breathing. He glanced up at Su Peng, the corner of his mouth twisting into a mocking smile.
"A pathetic clown like you thinks you're worthy of speaking to me?"
"What? Are you looking for death?"
Hearing Lin Feng's words, Su Peng flew into a rage.
For a distinguished Late Stage of Innate Martial Artist like himself to be insulted by some Mid Stage of Innate trash—it was preposterous!
He decided to deliver a killing blow to Lin Feng, holding absolutely nothing back!
"Kid, I'm going to rip your mouth off!"
Su Peng shouted, tapped his toes lightly on the floor, and shot out like a sharp arrow, his right hand shaped like an eagle's claw, grabbing for Lin Feng's throat.
His fingers, dark and sharp, glinted faintly with a cold light. If they found their mark, Lin Feng would be reduced to a bloody corpse.
"Die!"
Lin Feng roared in fury and threw his right fist. It carried a terrifying force, crashing down like a great mountain to meet Su Peng's eagle claw head-on!
"CLANG!"
A clear metallic ringing echoed as their fists collided, sending a shower of screeching sparks into the air.
Lin Feng stumbled back three or four steps. Each step shattered the floor tiles beneath his feet, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
'Such hard bones!'
Su Peng cursed inwardly. His fist was slightly numb. Lin Feng's strength was terrifying; his own arms ached as if dislocated.
Lin Feng's eyes were filled with the will to fight.
Although he was still at the Mid Stage of Innate, he had no intention of retreating. He knew that if his realm were equal to Su Peng's, this fight would be no cause for concern.
"Your strength is astonishing, but you're still no match for me. Now die!"
Su Peng said coldly. Though the impact had left his hands feeling weak and sore, he didn't pause his assault in the slightest. In fact, his attacks grew even fiercer, a clear sign he intended to kill.
"BOOM!"
Su Peng's figure once again shot in front of Lin Feng. His fist erupted in brilliant light, carrying an incomparably terrifying power as it flew toward Lin Feng's head.
Lin Feng's pupils shrank. Su Peng's punch was simply too strong, terrifyingly so, and completely beyond his expectations.
"BANG!"
In a flash, Lin Feng's eyes went wide. He slammed his feet against the ground, and his entire body shot backward like a cheetah, narrowly avoiding the punch.
"BOOM!"
Su Peng's fist smashed a deep crater into the ground.
'What a strange Body Technique!'
Su Peng frowned, a glint in his eyes. Lin Feng's speed was indeed astonishing; it had caught him off guard.
Lin Feng didn't respond. He knew his only advantage now was his agility. As long as he was fast enough, Su Peng wouldn't be able to catch him.
He constantly shifted his position, avoiding a head-on clash with Su Peng.
"Hmph! Pathetic little tricks! Piss off!"
Su Peng barked coldly. His body suddenly shot up into the air, and he swung his fists fiercely.
"CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!"
The crisp sound of fists breaking the sound barrier echoed through the air. He threw three consecutive punches, aimed at Lin Feng's chest, throat, and forehead.
Su Peng's assault was extremely fast. Even though Lin Feng was already on guard against his attack, he still couldn't dodge in time!
A trace of coldness flashed in his eyes. He stopped trying to dodge. Instead, he stamped his feet on the ground and attacked his opponent's exposed chest!