The Capital's Dragon Doctor

The Li Family and many others had paid a hefty price this time, hiring these men specifically to deal with Lin Feng and seize the Purple Reishi from him.

"Damn it, I refuse to believe you can get away from us!"

The man in black who had been knocked down struggled to his feet. Clutching his chest, he glared viciously at the young man before him, his heart filled with hatred. If it weren't for him, he wouldn't have suffered such a humiliation.

Lin Feng couldn't be bothered to spare him a glance. He was frantic with worry about Su Yanxue—she was the person closest to him now.

"Hmph. Kid, you crossed the Li Family and think you can just walk away? You're dreaming. Today, even if you get on your knees and beg for mercy, I'm still going to slaughter you!"

The man in black stared at Lin Feng, his expression confident of victory. 'This kid is already suffering from severe internal injuries.'

'Even if he was an extremely formidable Mid-Stage Innate Martial Artist before, he's definitely no match for us now!'

"Is that so? You're all quite confident. I don't have time to play around with you right now. Once I've handled my business, I'll be back to take care of you."

Lin Feng shot them an indifferent glance, then continued forward. He needed to figure out his location and find a way out.

"How arrogant! Brothers, get him! Kill this bastard who doesn't know his place!"

The leader of the men in black roared, taking the lead as he raised his long blade and slashed at Lin Feng's neck.

SWOOSH!

The rest of the men in black also raised their blades, hacking toward Lin Feng's vital points.

As the sharp whistle of a blade cut through the air, Lin Feng's eyes narrowed. He abruptly tilted his head to dodge the long blade and threw a backhanded punch.

THUD!

His fist connected squarely with the man's stomach, sending him sprawling to the ground. Blood trickled from his mouth and nose; he had completely lost the ability to fight.

"Damn, he's a tough one!"

The expressions of the remaining eight men in black shifted. The young man's strength far exceeded their expectations. It seemed they would have to work together to take him down.

"Kid, go to hell!"

Several more powerful strikes whistled through the air, but Lin Feng dodged them with ease, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

WHOOSH!

Lin Feng suddenly vanished. An instant later, one of the men felt a heavy blow to his abdomen. He collapsed to the ground without even having time to cry out.

WHOOSH!

Lin Feng's Body Technique was uncanny. He moved like a wisp of smoke, weaving through them. With each strike, another man in black fell.

Although the men in black had come prepared, they were utterly powerless before Lin Feng. In the blink of an eye, he had taken them all down.

Without lingering, Lin Feng leaped up from the roof of a two-story building and sped off into the distance, vanishing into the night moments later.

...

Lin Feng's figure streaked like a shooting star as he sprinted through the complex of dilapidated factory buildings, his heart pounding with anxiety.

'Su Yanxue, you have to be okay!'

Sweat drenched Lin Feng's forehead, his heart a storm of anger and worry.

This was all because his internal injuries hadn't fully healed. At his peak, he wouldn't have given these dozen-odd people a second thought.

But things were different now. His injuries hadn't recovered, he had just fought a major battle, and more than half of his Inner Strength was depleted. Coupled with the blood loss from his wounds, his physical stamina was also weakening.

Lin Feng's face was grim. He had no idea what kind of situation Su Yanxue was in right now. If anyone dared to lay a single finger on her, he would make them regret ever being born.

PTUI!

Suddenly, Lin Feng tasted sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out, staining the plants below him red.

A trace of exhaustion flickered across Lin Feng's features. The constant running had severely drained his stamina, and he now felt on the verge of collapse.

But he didn't dare to stop, because he knew that if he did, a grueling battle awaited him.

BANG!

Suddenly, several projectiles tore through the night sky, glinting coldly in the moonlight as they shot toward Lin Feng!

With his quick reflexes, Lin Feng instantly dodged the incoming projectiles.

'These masked men in black are using projectiles for a sneak attack. They must have set up an ambush!'

'They must have found out ahead of time and deliberately set up a trap here.'

"Pathetic tricks!"

Lin Feng shot out his left hand, snatching two of the flying darts from the air. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed them to the ground. He disdained to use such weapons himself.

WHOOSH!

Just as Lin Feng dealt with the two darts, another three or four projectiles came slicing through the air toward him with a mournful whine. Lin Feng hurriedly dodged to the side.

SHING!

Several projectiles grazed past Lin Feng's shoulder, shredding his sleeve and leaving behind several bloody gashes. His gaze grew even colder.

SHH!

Immediately after, Lin Feng bent his knees and shot forward like a cheetah, leaving an afterimage in the night.

CRACK! CRACK!

In the blink of an eye, he appeared in the corners where they were hiding. He lashed out with a series of whip-like kicks, instantly knocking out seven or eight of the concealed men in black.

Lin Feng's Body Technique was incredibly strange. In just a few flashes of movement, he had already dealt with five or six of them, but then he heard heavy footsteps approaching.

Lin Feng whirled around to see a burly figure rapidly closing in, a cold sneer on his lips.

"Well, kid, you're more troublesome than you look, taking out our men like that. But you're still finished. You're not worthy to be our opponent!"

The leader of the group sneered, clenching a fist and smashing it toward Lin Feng's head. The punch whistled through the air, aimed straight for Lin Feng's face at an incredible speed!

"Heh, is that so?"

Lin Feng sneered and calmly raised an arm to block.

BAM!

Fist met palm, creating a deep boom. Lin Feng's footing shifted slightly as he used the force of the impact to retreat to one side.

"Hm?"

The man in black frowned, clearly a little surprised by Lin Feng's reaction.

"You're strong, but you're still going down."

The man in black sneered and immediately pressed his attack. His moves were vicious and deadly, with no wasted motion—every one was a killing blow.

Lin Feng's expression gradually turned grave. This man's strength was considerable; he had reached the Early Stage of Innate. Moreover, his techniques were ruthless and cunning, with every single move intended to be fatal.

SHH!

The man in black lunged again. This time, his right hand was shaped like a claw, his inch-long fingernails gleaming with a sinister blue light.