Chapter 296: Crippled?
If this kick landed on Lin Feng's stomach, it would likely cripple his Dantian and turn him into a useless wreck.
"Heh, I'd advise you not to be so arrogant. You don't want to be the one suffering later!"
Lin Feng sneered as the True Essence within him surged wildly, and he threw a punch.
The power of this punch was immense, creating a deafening crack in the air.
"BOOM!"
The two figures collided violently with a dull thud. A huge force was unleashed, and both stumbled back three or four steps before regaining their balance.
At this, Lin Feng's brows furrowed slightly. The woman's strength hadn't diminished in the slightest; in fact, her combat prowess seemed to have gone up a notch.
"Your potential really is impressive. It looks like I'll have to use my full strength!"
Lin Feng said seriously to the young woman. He knew he couldn't hide his strength any longer, because he could sense that the fluctuations of Inner Strength within her were completely different from before.
"You..."
Hearing this, a trace of astonishment appeared on the young woman's pretty face. She hadn't expected this.
A Martial Artist who had just entered the Late Stage of Innate was actually able to continue fighting after blocking her kick. Moreover, judging by the Inner Strength fluctuations from that punch, he was definitely no ordinary fighter at the Late Stage of Innate!
'This guy... could he be an expert hiding his true cultivation level?'
'But no matter what, a guy like him can't be allowed to live. Otherwise, he'll surely cause trouble for us in the future.'
"SWOOSH!"
Her figure flickered as she once again launched a deadly assault on Lin Feng. The Short Blade in her hand cut through the air, vicious as a striking viper, aimed straight for his heart.
This was one of her ultimate techniques, known as the Life-Reaping Thirteen Forms.
It was an incredibly vicious set of killing techniques; getting hit meant certain death and dismemberment.
"BANG!"
Lin Feng didn't dare to be careless and chose to block the young woman's fatal strike head-on, but he was forced to retreat again.
"Hmph!"
Lin Feng let out a low grunt, his feet splintering the wooden stairs beneath him.
Immediately, Lin Feng shot forward like a cannonball, appearing before the young woman in an instant. His right arm shot out, he grabbed her right shoulder, and then shoved violently.
The young woman's delicate body trembled, but she didn't budge an inch. Then, with a flick of her left hand, a silver-white dagger flew out, aimed straight at Lin Feng's heart.
"What a pain!"
A grave look flashed in his eyes. Lin Feng's right arm tensed, and he yanked, pulling the young woman directly toward him. The woman, however, showed no signs of panic and stomped her right foot down hard.
"THUD!"
With a dull thud, Lin Feng felt his right arm go numb. The young woman then grabbed his right arm with her left hand, straightened her right arm, and lashed out with a Groin Kick.
"POW!"
Lin Feng hastily retreated to dodge, but the young woman wasn't finished. A cold smile touched her lips as she followed through, her left leg swinging forward in a vicious roundhouse kick that slammed into Lin Feng's lower abdomen.
"STUMBLE, STUMBLE, STUMBLE!"
Lin Feng stumbled back several steps before catching himself. A tearing pain shot through his abdomen, forcing him to clutch his stomach. His body hunched over, and his face turned pale.
"Heh, how does that feel? Enjoying it?"
The young woman sneered upon seeing Lin Feng's pained expression.
Lin Feng gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. The pain in his abdomen was intensifying, and his internal energy was thrown into disarray. A thick, metallic taste rose in his throat, and he nearly coughed up blood.
"Haha."
The young woman, however, just laughed smugly. She looked at Lin Feng with eyes full of scorn and mockery.
"You don't still think you have a chance, do you? You're just a measly warrior at the Late Stage of Innate. How could you possibly be my opponent!"
"Oh? Then give it a try. Let's see if you can actually do anything to me!"
Hearing her words, Lin Feng showed no fear. Instead, a wicked smile spread across his face, and that smile deeply provoked the young woman.
"You're courting death!"
Her slender brows knitted together, her pretty face filled with rage. She pushed off hard, shooting toward Lin Feng like an arrow loosed from a bow. The Short Blade in her hand glinted with a chilling light, its sharpness palpable and unnerving.
"BANG!"
The two clashed, battling within the narrow room. The young woman proved worthy of her status as an expert at the Peak of Late Stage Innate; every move she made was brimming with endless killing intent.
Lin Feng's techniques, in contrast, were wide and sweeping, ferocious and powerful, but she evaded his every attack with ease.
They fought their way to the windowsill, where Lin Feng was finally backed against a wall, unable to retreat any further to absorb the impact. At that moment, the young woman gave a cold smile and thrust out her palm!
"BOOM!"
This palm strike carried immense power, instantly enveloping Lin Feng's body.
"BANG!"
At that critical moment, Lin Feng's body twisted in a bizarre half-turn, allowing him to dodge the fatal palm strike.
"What!"
The young woman's pupils shrank at the sight. She never expected Lin Feng to be capable of such a reaction.
"Heh!"
Just then, the corners of Lin Feng's mouth lifted. He leaped up and swung out with his palm.
Lin Feng's palm landed on the young woman's shoulder, but she was a Cultivator, after all. Her reaction was incredibly swift; she immediately twisted aside, dodging his strike.
"THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!"
They each retreated three steps, neither having gained an advantage.
"Huh!"
Lin Feng let out a soft sound of surprise. Looking at the pure and beautiful young woman before him, his expression grew even more solemn. He could feel that her martial arts techniques were all of an exceptionally sinister and ruthless nature.
'The slightest mistake would mean getting hit in a vital spot and dying instantly!'
"Hmph! Now you know how strong I am, brat. Time to die!"
the young woman said with a cold laugh.
Lin Feng, however, looked at her with disdain and paid her no mind.
"WHOOSH!"
Streaks of hidden weapons shot from the young woman's sleeves. They were multicolored and carried a strange, sickly-sweet scent. They were obviously coated in a deadly poison!
Their speed was incredible, like a rainbow streaking across the sun. Lin Feng's eyes narrowed in surprise.
"CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!"
Sparks flew from his body, but the multicolored projectiles still managed to pass through him, embedding themselves in the wall behind.
"Hiss!"
Lin Feng sucked in a sharp breath. A small, black hole had appeared on his chest.
The cloth over Lin Feng's chest was blasted apart, revealing a pinhole-sized wound from which blackish-red blood flowed, staining his torso.
"Pfft!"
Hit by the needle, Lin Feng's brow furrowed. He quickly reached out and tapped several acupoints on his chest.
The next moment, he spat out a mouthful of black blood, and the faint black aura that had begun to creep across his face slowly faded.