Chapter 278: Fluctuation
'If I can't avoid it, I'll trade blow for blow!'
Su Peng's pupils constricted slightly. He never imagined Lin Feng would actually dare to meet him head-on.
'Does he have a death wish?'
Regardless of what Su Peng thought, Lin Feng pressed forward relentlessly. The veins on his fists bulged, radiating a terrifying wave of power.
"BANG!"
Fist met fist, creating a massive explosion of sound. A violent wave of energy instantly erupted, kicking up a cloud of dust where the two stood.
The immense recoil sent Su Peng staggering back five or six meters, while Lin Feng was forced to retreat seven or eight steps.
Su Peng steadied himself and wiped a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were ice-cold as he looked at Lin Feng and sneered.
"You really do have some skill. To think you could actually injure me."
In his twenty years of life, this was the first time an Ancient Martial Artist of a lower realm had managed to injure him so badly. Although he wasn't using his full strength, it was still enough to shock him.
"But do you think this is over? You're too naive. Do you really believe you can defeat someone in the Late Stage of Innate with your Mid Stage of Innate cultivation? You're dreaming!"
Su Peng's eyes filled with derision. He took a step forward, his body blurring like a phantom as he rushed toward Lin Feng. His fists moved in a flurry, their trajectory completely impossible to follow!
He was using a martial technique with this punch. He was going to cripple Lin Feng.
"SWOOSH!"
In an instant, Su Peng was upon Lin Feng, a vicious glint flashing in his eyes.
"BAM!"
Su Peng's iron fist landed heavily on Lin Feng's chest. A sickening thud rang out, and with a spray of crimson, Lin Feng spat out a large mouthful of dark red blood!
"Haha, you little bastard! What are you going to fight me with now?!"
Seeing Lin Feng cough up blood, Su Peng was overjoyed, his face a mask of pure satisfaction.
"Kid, you die today. After you're dead, I'll make sure your whole family joins you."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Su Peng lunged forward again. He swung his fists, the force of his blows creating a chilling wind, their power terrifying to behold.
He was truly worthy of being a Late-Stage Innate Martial Artist. His attacks were so swift and fierce they were nearly impossible to resist; even someone at the Peak of Mid-Stage Innate would be no match for him.
Yet, even though Lin Feng was outmatched, he showed no signs of panic.
His eyes glinted with resolve. His entire body was tensed, his focus completely fixed on the man before him. He knew he couldn't afford to lose.
"BANG!"
The brutal fight began. Lin Feng knew that raw power was his weak point, so he didn't try to meet force with force.
Instead, he pushed his speed to its absolute limit. His legs became a blur of afterimages, unleashing a relentless barrage of incomparably fierce whip kicks that forced Su Peng back step by step.
'Dammit, what kind of monster is this kid? How can he still keep up with me like this?!'
Su Peng's mind was filled with bewilderment. He had just thrown three punches, each one containing the force of several thousand pounds. An ordinary Mid-Stage Innate Martial Artist would have been blasted to smithereens long ago.
But this Lin Feng in front of him seemed to feel no pain. He was still attacking wildly, showing no intention of giving up.
Although Su Peng's attacks were savage, Lin Feng's techniques were even swifter and more vicious, inflicting brutal damage as if he didn't care about the cost to himself.
A ferocious expression contorted Su Peng's face. He could feel it: the longer the fight dragged on, the more he was at a disadvantage. Lin Feng's attack power was simply too strong, making him a troublesome opponent. If this continued, he might actually lose.
"ARGH!"
He let out a skyward roar as his muscles swelled. Thick, gnarled veins bulged on his skin as an incredibly violent energy surged from within his body, instantly flooding into his arms.
"CRACK!"
The sound of cracking bones echoed continuously. The already burly Su Peng became even more imposing, his skin stretching taut over his frame.
"BAM!"
Su Peng unleashed a ferocious sweeping strike that forced Lin Feng back.
"Time for you to die!"
He stared at Lin Feng, his expression grim. His body shot forward, his right leg whistling through the air like a steel whip as it lashed out at Lin Feng.
Lin Feng raised an arm to block the ferocious blow and simultaneously kicked out at Su Peng's waist.
"BAM!"
The kick sent Su Peng sprawling to the ground. His chest felt tight, and he almost couldn't catch his breath. He struggled back to his feet, his eyes locked murderously on Lin Feng.
He was furious. Utterly, completely furious!
He, a dignified master of the Late Stage of Innate, had been injured again and again by a mere ant at the Mid Stage of Innate. This was an absolute humiliation!
"Die!"
Su Peng once again gathered immense power in his fists. He stared at Lin Feng, his teeth clenched, his fists glinting with a cold light that seemed capable of tearing anything apart.
"WHOOSH!"
Pushing off the ground, he shot toward Lin Feng like a cannonball once more.
Lin Feng's eyes were like ice. He caught sight of Su Peng lunging at him from the corner of his vision, and his own killing intent flared.
"HUMMM!"
With a slight shake of his arms, a black short sword appeared in his hand. He held it horizontally before him, his gaze fixed grimly on Su Peng.
"SWISH!"
Su Peng's attack was already upon him. A mocking sneer spread across Su Peng's face as he extended his left index finger. The power contained within it was so great, one would not doubt its ability to pierce through a steel plate!
'I can't be careless for even a second.'
Faced with this attack, Lin Feng's expression was grave.
He didn't let his guard down just because he seemed to have the upper hand. He took a deep breath, circulating his Cultivation Technique to calm his turbulent energy and prepare to face Su Peng's killing blow!
"CLANG!"
Su Peng's iron fist smashed violently against Lin Feng's short sword, letting out a tremendous noise.
"Urgh..."
Lin Feng felt a tremendous force surge toward him, knocking his short sword off course. At the last second, however, he reacted, using the force of the blow to retreat several steps and dodge the follow-up attack.
"THUD!"
Lin Feng landed heavily. He dug his toes into the ground and twisted, dissipating the force through the earth. He spat out a mouthful of clotted blood and stared at Su Peng, his eyes like ice.
"Hahaha... I knew you couldn't take it!"
"Kid, just give up and die. Don't waste your energy. Today, I'll put you in a state where you'll beg for death but won't be able to die."
Su Peng slowly raised his fist. At some point, he had equipped a spiked Finger Tiger forged from a unique material. This single punch would be enough to take Lin Feng's life!
Lin Feng's lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he kept his mouth shut.
His expression gradually grew calm, his eyes becoming placid, as if he no longer cared about life or death.
"BOOM!"
Su Peng's fist was closing in on the tip of Lin Feng's nose, yet Lin Feng maintained his original stance, immovable as a mountain, with absolutely no intention of dodging.
But at that very moment, something changed!
"CRACK!"
Just as Su Peng's attack was about to land, Lin Feng retreated a single step with incredible speed.
With a single motion of his hand, he struck hard against his opponent's wrist. Su Peng's arm, which had seemed as strong as steel, was shattered by Lin Feng's one-finger strike.