Chapter 318: Outburst
"You think this is enough to suppress me?!"
"I'm telling you—impossible!"
Forcing himself steady, Wang Yi grit his teeth and roared. A violent aura erupted from within him.
Lin Feng's brows furrowed. The aura that suddenly erupted from Wang Yi felt strangely familiar. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he grew wary.
BOOM!
Wang Yi's shirt exploded apart, revealing his powerful upper body. His frame was burly, his chest muscles were terrifyingly swollen, and his solid muscles bulged high, looking extremely intimidating.
A cold glint flashed in Lin Feng's eyes. 'So he wasn't even using his full strength!'
"I admit, I underestimated you. But now, it's time for you to die!"
Wang Yi snorted. The air howled as his fist, augmented by immense Inner Strength, blurred into an afterimage and shot straight for Lin Feng's face!
BANG!
A dull thud echoed, but Lin Feng's figure remained perfectly still. He simply stared at Wang Yi with an indifferent expression.
After that last exchange, he truly hadn't expected Wang Yi's real power to be so immense. But at the critical moment, he had still managed to shift his arms and deflect the punch.
Simultaneously, he brought his other hand up and slapped it toward Wang Yi's knee. He used seventy percent of his strength this time, holding back enough to adapt to any unexpected counters.
But Wang Yi showed no signs of panic. His face remained a mask of cold mockery. Just as Lin Feng's left hand was about to make contact, Wang Yi's knee suddenly tensed and moved!
THWACK!
Lin Feng's palm slammed into Wang Yi's knee. But at the last second, Wang Yi had shifted his leg, turning his knee to the side to form a solid, triangular point of impact that met Lin Feng's hand.
"There's an old saying: warfare is the art of deception. Today, I'll teach you that all's fair in war!"
He stared coldly at Lin Feng as if looking at a dead man.
Hearing this, Lin Feng simply smiled faintly. With his move having failed, he didn't linger. He pushed off on one foot and retreated three steps, creating a safer distance between them.
"'All's fair in war?' Then I'll have to show you what it means to give someone a taste of their own medicine."
Lin Feng shook his head slightly, clasping his hands behind his back, his expression utterly relaxed.
"Hmph! Stop posturing. You've already run out of tricks."
Wang Yi sneered. 'All this guy knows how to do is dodge.'
"'Run out of tricks?' I'm afraid I'm going to have to disappoint you."
Lin Feng shook his head slightly.
"Hmph, you're just posturing!"
Wang Yi snorted.
"Just watch."
Lin Feng smiled faintly. He held out one hand, palm open, with his index finger raised in front of his eyes. Then, he abruptly took a step back!
The next second, his body suddenly accelerated. Empowered by his abundant Inner Strength, he shot toward his opponent like a gust of wind!
WHOOSH!
In an instant, he appeared five meters in front of Wang Yi and thrust a palm strike at his chest.
"Petty tricks!"
Wang Yi was dismissive. He crouched slightly, turned his body to the side, and drove off his feet, ramming into Lin Feng with an Iron Mountain Lean.
Lin Feng was still smiling, but now it was tinged with a hint of ridicule.
BOOM!
Their attacks collided once more, producing another thunderous crash.
This time, however, Lin Feng was sent flying several meters backward.
Wang Yi remained where he stood, his gaze cold as he watched Lin Feng. The expression on his face was one of complete ease.
Lin Feng landed on the grass in the distance. He slowly got to his feet, wiped his lips, and stared at Wang Yi with a grim expression.
'This guy is incredible. It's not just that he's at the Late Stage of Innate in his Inner Strength Realm; his immense physical strength alone is far beyond what any ordinary Martial Artist could compare to.'
"Heh, scared now? It's too late!"
Wang Yi grinned, his right leg bending slightly before he unleashed a whip kick aimed at Lin Feng's head.
Lin Feng's pupils constricted. He dropped low, narrowly dodging the vicious kick!
But Wang Yi reacted instantly. Mid-air, his leg changed trajectory, viciously kicking toward Lin Feng's ribs. If that kick connected, it would definitely shatter them!
CRACK!
Wang Yi's leg whipped past Lin Feng's ear, creating a piercing whistle!
A cold glint appeared in Lin Feng's eyes. 'He's really trying to kill me. If I had been even a second slower, that fierce blow would have crippled me.'
Although Wang Yi's Cultivation Technique and combat style were strange, he was a Martial Artist at the Late Stage of Innate, after all. His offensive power was nothing an ordinary person could withstand!
A savage grin spread across Wang Yi's face. This time, his ankle suddenly locked straight as he viciously swept his leg toward Lin Feng's neck in a spinning kick!
Lin Feng's pupils contracted. He quickly ducked, barely avoiding Wang Yi's fatal attack. But it wasn't over. Using the momentum, Wang Yi's right leg bounced back and swept toward his waist.
Lin Feng dodged again.
Wang Yi was overjoyed at the sight. He burst out laughing. "Is that all you've got? You're pathetic!"
With that, he resumed his frenzied assault on Lin Feng, his legs a whirlwind of attacks.
Throughout it all, Lin Feng's expression remained calm and composed. He dodged Wang Yi's attacks by a hair's breadth every single time.
The rhythm of his movements never wavered, but the frequency of Wang Yi's attacks gradually began to slow.
Wang Yi, however, was sharp enough to notice this as well. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and his movements began to slow, losing their previous frenzy.
"Haha, so you have your weaknesses after all! If this is all you can do, then just accept your death!"
Wang Yi laughed wildly at the sky. His attacks grew even sharper, but Lin Feng's movements only became more agile.
Wang Yi's legs swept toward Lin Feng in a flurry, like rain drumming on banana leaves. Each time, Lin Feng dodged by a razor's edge.
THUD!
Suddenly, Wang Yi landed a vicious kick. It caught Lin Feng hard on the shoulder, sending him flying backward to land in the grass dozens of feet away.
PFFT!
He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, and his face turned considerably paler.
"You've lost!"
Wang Yi said coldly, looking down at Lin Feng.
"'Lost? Who said I've lost.'"
But Lin Feng just shook his head and smiled. There wasn't a trace of dejection on his face; instead, it was filled with confidence.
Wang Yi froze. He hadn't expected Lin Feng to still be so confident. 'Does this guy still have a trump card up his sleeve?'
He couldn't help but narrow his eyes at Lin Feng.
"You've certainly exceeded my expectations, but that's as far as it goes. The gap between us is still far too wide."
Wang Yi said coldly, his tone dripping with contempt.
"Then let's find out."
Lin Feng took a deep breath. His entire demeanor shifted, becoming sharp and biting. An extremely dangerous aura began to radiate from him.