The Capital's Dragon Doctor

"Looks like getting away today is going to be difficult."

Seeing how things were, Wang Yi knew he had reached a point of no return. The only option was to fight for his life.

He narrowed his eyes, pulled a few small, dark pills from his clothes, and swallowed them. Immediately, the aura around him surged dramatically.

Lin Feng sensed the danger and instantly shot backward, evading Wang Yi's attack.

"BOOM!"

Wang Yi stomped his feet, and the floor tiles beneath them exploded into fragments. His body shot forward like a cannonball, lunging at Lin Feng with ferocious power.

Lin Feng shifted his body slightly to the side, causing Wang Yi's palm strike to hit empty air. Wang Yi immediately followed up, shaping his hands into claws and lunging for Lin Feng.

This was the Eagle Claw Technique, the signature skill he relied upon to dominate Jiangzhou. When mastered, this Cultivation Technique could make one's fingers as sharp as steel spears, capable of even tearing out an enemy's throat.

In the darkness, Wang Yi's hands seemed to flash with a dark glint. His eyes were filled with bloodlust.

But just as his claws were about to touch Lin Feng's clothes, Lin Feng suddenly shot his hands out and grabbed his wrists. Then, Lin Feng's other hand seized the soft spot on Wang Yi's side, using a clever burst of force to slam him toward the ground.

"Damn it!"

In that instant, Wang Yi's heart clenched. He quickly used Lin Feng's own force to stumble back two steps, narrowly avoiding being slammed to the ground and completely suppressed.

'What the hell was that?'

Wang Yi's eyes widened in astonishment. He had just felt an immense, overwhelming brute force. If he hadn't reacted in time, that single move might have been enough for Lin Feng to injure him!

And this was after he had used one of his own signature techniques. The fact that Lin Feng still held the upper hand was shocking.

But soon, his expression twisted into a savage scowl. 'This time, I have to win, no matter the cost!'

He thrust out his right hand again, aiming for Lin Feng's neck.

"Hmph! A parlor trick!"

Lin Feng sneered and unleashed a whip kick aimed at Wang Yi's head. The force of the kick was so immense that it whistled through the air.

Wang Yi's expression immediately grew grim. He clenched his fists, and with a sudden jerk, his entire body went rigid.

"BANG!"

A muffled thud sounded as Lin Feng's kick struck Wang Yi's shoulder. However, the blow didn't seem to cause any real damage. It only made him stagger slightly; after stumbling for a moment, he regained his footing.

His fists were clenched tight, his face filled with excitement.

A look of surprise flickered in Lin Feng's eyes.

Wang Yi grinned, his eyes cold and menacing. "Did you really think you could suppress me with such crude techniques?"

"Arrogant bastard, go to hell!"

As his words fell, Wang Yi tapped his toes on the ground and pounced at Lin Feng like a cheetah. His figure was like an arrow loosed from a bow, as fast as a bolt of lightning.

This time, Lin Feng didn't meet the attack head-on, choosing to dodge instead. 'After all, I have the upper hand now. There's no need to take unnecessary risks. I can stabilize the situation and wear him down!'

Besides, Wang Yi was a Late-stage Innate Realm Martial Artist. An opponent like that couldn't be defeated simply by seizing a single opportunity.

Just as Lin Feng expected, the moment he dodged, his opponent immediately pressed forward, attacking again with a punch aimed at his heart.

With a calm expression, Lin Feng raised an arm to block.

"CRACK!"

The fist slammed violently into the crook of his arm. A cringe-inducing crunch echoed out as Lin Feng used the force of the blow to retreat several meters, smashing into a nearby wall.

Lin Feng straightened up and glanced at the red, swollen, and aching muscle on his arm. His expression was grim.

The sheer force of his opponent's blow had been suffocating.

This was the first time he had ever encountered a master of the Late-stage Innate Realm with such tyrannical strength. Even without considering any profound combat techniques, this power alone placed him among the elite of Martial Artists.

Lin Feng's brow furrowed slightly. 'Although my combat strength is far beyond that of a typical Ancient Martial Artist, without resorting to my other trump cards, I can't guarantee I can completely overwhelm him.'

'His speed is just too fast, and his moves are unpredictable and tricky, making them impossible to defend against completely.'

"Heh, what's wrong? Not going to dodge anymore? Didn't you say you were going to crush me? Come on, then!"

Wang Yi taunted coldly.

"Since you're asking for a beating, I'll be happy to oblige."

Lin Feng took a deep breath. His eyes closed for a moment, then snapped open, a terrifying killing intent erupting from within them.

He spread his arms into a fighting stance. The aura around him surged as immense Inner Strength flowed through his body, finally gathering in his fists.

"Hah!"

With a low shout, Lin Feng executed the Lotus Step and charged swiftly toward Wang Yi. He threw out both fists, which carried a whistling wind as they swept toward Wang Yi like a torrential storm.

Lin Feng's fists moved like lightning, reaching Wang Yi in the blink of an eye.

'So fast!'

Wang Yi's pupils contracted. He had originally planned on toying with Lin Feng, but he never imagined his opponent could move this fast. It was simply terrifying.

He hastily raised his arms to block the barrage from Lin Feng's fists, not daring to be careless.

'I know that if I make a single mistake, he'll seize the opportunity and severely injure me!'

'At that point, the situation would be completely out of my control!'

No longer daring to hold back, he took a step back, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and braced himself for the impact of Lin Feng's fists.

"THUD! THUD!"

Following two heavy thuds, Wang Yi felt as if two cars had just slammed into his chest. An indescribable, sharp pain shot through his entire body.

At the same time, Wang Yi was sent flying backward, tracing an arc through the air before finally landing more than ten meters away.

"Cough, cough."

He coughed violently, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. He looked up at Lin Feng, his eyes filled with deep apprehension.

Both of his arms were numb, and that was even after using a few minor techniques to deflect some of Lin Feng's power.

Otherwise, that one attack from Lin Feng would have likely crippled both of his arms.

At that moment, Wang Yi's expression grew solemn.

"You're very strong."

Wang Yi said slowly, staring at Lin Feng with a serious expression. 'This man's strength is far beyond my expectations. Perhaps... only my senior brothers from the sect would be able to take him down.'

Lin Feng glanced at him coolly. "You are not my opponent."

He wasn't being arrogant. Aside from the initial exchange where he'd found his opponent somewhat tricky, he had managed to control the flow of the battle after just a few moves.

If that hadn't been the case, he would have already used his trump card to finish Wang Yi off.

He was confident he could kill him, but since they were on the edge of a bustling city district, there were too many other factors he had to consider.