The Capital's Dragon Doctor

"Cough, cough."

The intense pain made Su Peng let out two sharp, dry coughs. He struggled back to his feet, his face twisting into a savage sneer as rage burned in his heart.

"You little bastard! I'll make sure you die a miserable death today!"

Before the words had even faded, he charged at Lin Feng again.

"SWOOSH!"

Lin Feng tapped his toes on the ground and shot into the air. He thrust out both palms, chopping viciously down at Su Peng.

In that instant, he poured all his strength into his palms. He was now determined to kill, so the power of this attack was immense, tearing dark fissures into the very air.

"BAM!"

Su Peng threw a punch, meeting Lin Feng's palms head-on. Both men grunted, their bodies flying backward from the impact.

Lin Feng steadied himself and glanced at Su Peng. 'Su Peng really is tough,' he thought. After taking a full-force blow, Su Peng had only been knocked back three or four steps before steadying himself.

"WHOOSH!"

Su Peng's icy gaze swept over Lin Feng, and a flicker of intense greed flashed in his eyes.

He licked his lips and said sinisterly, "Not bad, kid. You actually managed to injure me. But that's nowhere near enough."

"Then let's see you try!"

Lin Feng gave a cold smile, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit.

This time, he wouldn't give Su Peng another chance to catch his breath.

"Kid, take this!"

Su Peng let out a long cry, and then his whole body shot toward Lin Feng like a cannonball. In an instant, he was in front of Lin Feng, a fist rocketing viciously toward his head.

Lin Feng's gaze sharpened. He formed his right hand into a claw and shot it directly toward Su Peng's fist. This was his self-created ultimate technique, the Star-Picking Hand!

The Star-Picking Hand had seven forms in total, each one containing immense power. A single strike was enough to shatter mountains and pulverize stone.

"BOOM!"

When their fist and palm collided, a thunderous explosion erupted. A powerful force traveled up their arms, causing both men to grunt in pain as they slid rapidly backward. They only managed to stop after sliding back five or six meters.

"Cough, cough."

A tightness seized Lin Feng's chest, and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He wiped it away, his expression grave as he stared at Su Peng. He had never met such a troublesome opponent. He couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"Not bad, kid. You actually blocked my attack."

Su Peng wiped away the blood trickling from his own mouth, his gaze fixed icily on Lin Feng.

Lin Feng gently shook his numb right arm and said flatly, "You're nothing special."

Lin Feng was telling the truth. Although he had been beaten back by Su Peng and had even come close to death, it was only because he had underestimated his enemy. He hadn't used his full strength at all.

If he were to use his best Cultivation Technique and martial skills, he really wouldn't consider this Su Peng a threat.

To Su Peng's ears, Lin Feng's words were nothing but harsh mockery. He let out a cold shout, clenched his fists, and charged at Lin Feng. This time, he pushed his power to its absolute limit.

Lin Feng's strength had indeed exceeded his expectations, which meant he no longer dared to hold anything back. He attacked with his full power, hoping to end the fight.

The two tangled together once more. Su Peng's fists rained down on Lin Feng like a storm, but Lin Feng used his agile form to dodge with ease. His own attacks were cunning, always causing Su Peng's strikes to miss.

Su Peng was shocked. He hadn't expected Lin Feng to adapt to his attack patterns so quickly.

"BANG!"

Lin Feng's left palm struck out, and Su Peng was forced to raise his arms to block.

"THWACK!"

With the dull sound of flesh meeting flesh, Su Peng was sent flying backward.

"Bastard!"

Su Peng gritted his teeth and glared at Lin Feng, his eyes filled with intense hatred.

He never would have imagined that Lin Feng's Body Technique would be so ghostly, leaving him struggling to keep up and always half a beat too slow.

Lin Feng ignored Su Peng's fury and pressed forward again. He had to seize this fleeting opportunity to take him down once and for all.

Lin Feng bent his knees and kicked violently at Su Peng's waist while simultaneously thrusting his right palm forward, intending to kill Su Peng with a single blow.

Su Peng's expression changed drastically, and he hastily retreated.

"BAM!"

Lin Feng's palm hit nothing but air, but he didn't stop. He stomped his foot, spun his body, and viciously slammed his right knee into Su Peng's chest, knocking him to the ground.

His figure blurred, and he was instantly upon Su Peng's fallen body. He raised his legs high like steel whips and brought them chopping down on the man on the ground.

Su Peng's pupils constricted. He hurriedly threw up his arms to block Lin Feng's attack.

"CRASH!"

Su Peng was sent flying by the blow. His arm was instantly dislocated, and it hung limply at his side. The excruciating pain made him scream, his face contorting in agony.

"You deserve to die—ACK!"

Su Peng had only managed to get a few words out before his throat seemed to choke, and he sprayed out a mouthful of scarlet blood.

"Haha."

Lin Feng threw his head back and laughed. He stared coldly at Su Peng and said, "Deserve to die? Who do you think you are?"

"Kid, I'm going to slaughter you!"

Su Peng was completely enraged. He let out a sudden roar, then put all his strength into his arms and lunged at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng was dismissive. He dodged Su Peng's attack with a simple sidestep.

"BAM!"

Su Peng's fist slammed viciously into the ground, caving in the hard concrete floor. His punch was immensely powerful, smashing a pit more than half a foot deep.

"Heh. Petty tricks."

Lin Feng glanced coldly at the crater in the ground, then looked indifferently at Su Peng and said, "You're not good enough."

"I'll fucking kill you!"

Su Peng was so angry he almost coughed up blood. He snapped his head up, his venomous gaze locked onto Lin Feng.

He, a dignified Martial Artist at the Peak of the Innate Realm, was being told by Lin Feng that he wasn't good enough? This was a blatant humiliation!

"You're courting death!"

He roared, stomped his foot hard, and his body shot toward Lin Feng like a cannonball.

"WHOOSH!"

Su Peng leaped into the air, his fist whistling through it as it smashed directly toward Lin Feng's head.

Lin Feng's brows furrowed slightly. He knew that if this strike from Su Peng landed, his chances of survival would be slim to none.

He immediately reacted, retreating while simultaneously shaping his right palm into a blade to meet the attack.

"CLANG!"

With the sound of metal on metal, sparks flew. Su Peng was knocked back several steps before he could steady himself.

Su Peng looked down and saw a clear handprint on his fist. The veins on his fist bulged, and the bones in his knuckles ached faintly.

Although Lin Feng's strike hadn't caused serious damage, it had left him furious and humiliated.

"Die!"

Su Peng roared in anger and charged at Lin Feng once more. He was now using every last bit of his strength.