Chapter 283: Premeditation
BANG!
Su Peng landed a vicious punch on Lin Feng's ribs. He had been planning this strike for a long time, and his fist was fast and accurate. Caught off guard, Lin Feng was successfully ambushed.
Lin Feng's ribs cracked instantly, and his body was sent flying backward.
CRACK!
A strange, crisp sound came from Lin Feng's ribs. He staggered back two steps before barely managing to steady himself.
Su Peng's punch was too powerful and incredibly fast. Even with Lin Feng's agile evasive abilities, he still failed to dodge the blow and suffered some minor injuries.
"Heh heh, Lin Feng, didn't expect to get hurt, did you?"
Su Peng, his face twisted in a ferocious sneer, stared at Lin Feng on the ground. He walked slowly until he was standing before Lin Feng, his eyes fixed on him like a wild beast as he spoke with a cold laugh.
"With just your Mid Stage of Innate strength, you actually think you can defeat me? You're dreaming. I'm telling you, kneel and kowtow three times right now, and I'll give you a quick death."
"Oh? Is that so?"
Lin Feng struggled to his feet and looked at Su Peng coldly. "With your half-assed skills, you're a whole realm stronger than me, yet I still beat you into this sorry state. Don't you find that embarrassing?"
With a cold smirk, Lin Feng crooked a finger at him, beckoning Su Peng to come closer.
"Damn it!"
Su Peng cursed angrily. He never expected Lin Feng to be so arrogant. His face turned the color of pig's liver, and a wicked fire surged up from within him.
WHAM!
Su Peng stomped the ground, and his figure vanished instantly. When he reappeared, he was already in front of Lin Feng.
Lin Feng's eyes narrowed. 'This guy is fast,' he thought, a chill running through him.
Su Peng's expression was cold and sinister, his eyes even more frenzied. He threw a punch that seemed to carry the momentum of a thunderclap, causing the surrounding air to tremble.
Lin Feng ducked, dodging the fierce straight punch. At the same time, he shot out a kick, sweeping toward Su Peng's lower body.
"Hmph!"
Su Peng snorted coldly. He shifted to the side, easily avoiding Lin Feng's kick.
But Su Peng didn't continue his attack. Instead, he used the momentum to leap suddenly into the air.
He swooped down from above, smashing a fist toward Lin Feng. This punch was even more powerful, as if it intended to shatter Lin Feng's skull.
Lin Feng's gaze sharpened. He tapped his toes on the ground, and his body shot upward, narrowly dodging Su Peng's punch.
Seeing Lin Feng actually dodge his strike, Su Peng's eyes lit up, and a flicker of hope rose in his heart.
A cruel smile appeared on his lips. He thrust both hands out, balled them into fists, and suddenly hammered them toward Lin Feng.
A series of sonic booms from the Fist Force erupted in the air. Lin Feng's expression changed as he rapidly swung his arms, quickly parrying Su Peng's dense barrage of fist glints.
BAM!
After dozens of exchanges, Lin Feng gradually fell into a disadvantage. He discovered that Su Peng had extensive combat experience, and the angle and position of every punch were extremely tricky, making it quite difficult for him to cope.
"Kid, give up. Otherwise, today will be the anniversary of your death."
Su Peng said lightly, a cold smile on his face as he looked at Lin Feng.
"Cut the crap!"
Lin Feng shouted coldly, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. The Inner Strength throughout his body surged and gathered in his palm. With extreme speed, he swung his right palm at Su Peng!
BOOM!
Lin Feng thrust out his palm, unleashing a tyrannical gust of wind from an exceptionally strange angle, making it impossible to predict.
BANG!
Su Peng was startled. He hadn't expected Lin Feng to use such a bizarre martial technique at all.
Caught completely off guard, he was knocked back five or six steps by Lin Feng's palm strike before he could barely stop. A faint numbness spread through his chest and abdomen, and he grimaced in pain.
"You little bastard!"
He roared in fury, his face filled with thick hostility. A heaven-shaking aura suddenly erupted from his body.
BANG!
Su Peng kicked off the ground, and his figure abruptly vanished from the spot. His right fist, carrying a dull whistling sound, smashed toward Lin Feng. The punch seemed to hold immense weight—powerful and heavy, making one afraid to face it directly.
Lin Feng's eyes narrowed slightly. 'Su Peng is much faster than I expected,' he thought, growing vigilant.
He didn't meet Su Peng head-on. Lightly tapping his foot on the ground, his figure floated away gracefully, nimbly dodging the edge of Su Peng's fist. Immediately after, his right leg flew up, kicking toward Su Peng's waist.
This move was the most basic stance of the Cyan Wood Leg Technique and also the one he was most proficient with. The kick wasn't fast; to a layman, it might even seem plain and unadorned.
BAM!
Lin Feng's kick landed solidly on Su Peng's waist, but he didn't feel the expected solid impact.
Instead, it was like kicking cotton—soft and offering no point of resistance.
'How is this possible!?'
Lin Feng's face fell in shock. He hadn't thought Su Peng would be so cunning, using the advantage of his own body to block the blow at the critical moment. This was simply beyond his imagination.
"Haha."
Su Peng suddenly burst out laughing, a mocking look on his face. "You little piece of trash, are you surprised? All of this was within my predictions."
With that, Su Peng's figure shot backward, creating distance from Lin Feng.
He had deliberately taken Lin Feng's blow just now. It was all a ploy to make Lin Feng mistakenly believe the hit had landed, luring him in closer. Then, he could use his physical advantage to block the kick.
Lin Feng's brow furrowed deeply. He knew he had been careless just now. If Su Peng had chosen to flee or counterattack instead of actively taking the hit, he would have been dead for sure.
"Damn it!"
Lin Feng cursed through clenched teeth. He never imagined Su Peng would have such a bizarre tactic. The situation just now had been extremely dangerous; he had nearly been foiled by a simple trick.
"Heh heh."
Seeing this, the ferocious expression on Su Peng's face intensified. The corners of his mouth lifted into a sneer.
"What, are you scared now? If you're scared, how about we stop?"
"You know, I'm actually a pretty kind person. As long as you beg for mercy, give me the Purple Reishi, and join my personal faction, I definitely won't make things difficult for you."
As he said this, a sharp glint flashed through Su Peng's eyes.
He had to admit, Lin Feng's strength had completely exceeded his expectations.
For someone at the Mid Stage of Innate to exchange so many blows with him, a Late Stage of Innate expert, without being defeated—this was the first time he had ever encountered such a person!
Right now, the Su Family Patriarch was preparing to name his successor, and he was in dire need of capable people.
If he could really get Lin Feng to join his faction, it would be a huge help in his fight for the Patriarch's position!