The Capital's Dragon Doctor

"Hm?"

Wang Yi's brow twitched, and his gaze grew cautious.

He sensed a change in Lin Feng. It was as if he was no longer facing a man, but an extremely ferocious beast.

Wang Yi didn't dare to be overconfident. He gathered the last of his Inner Strength into his wrists. A surging wave of Inner Strength erupted from his body, and his aura suddenly skyrocketed!

Meanwhile, Lin Feng's own presence was overwhelming. He clenched his fists, the veins all over his body bulging. Blue veins popped out on his skin like coiling horned dragons—a terrifying sight.

The next moment, Lin Feng stomped hard on the ground and vanished. When he reappeared, he was already in front of Wang Yi, a fist blasting toward him.

BANG!

Their fists collided solidly. The surrounding weeds were instantly shredded by the shockwave of kinetic energy from their clash.

Lin Feng stumbled back four or five steps before steadying himself. He felt a sharp pain in the web of his thumb, and his entire arm was numb and sore. Wang Yi, however, hadn't moved an inch.

Slowly looking up, Lin Feng saw Wang Yi's face was grim, his eyes filled with intense killing intent. His left arm was trembling uncontrollably.

"Heh heh, didn't see that coming, did you? Do you have any idea how much I've sacrificed to cultivate to this point? No matter how strong you are, you can't even scratch me."

Wang Yi said through gritted teeth, his eyes filled with seething hatred.

"Heh."

Lin Feng stood up with a cold smile. He wiped the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth and started walking toward Wang Yi again.

He knew in his heart that their last exchange had been a clash of raw power. Wang Yi's physical body and fighting style had exceeded Lin Feng's expectations.

That was why his shoulder had been injured. Otherwise, at his level, he would have had no reason to fear Wang Yi, who was in the same realm!

A resilient glint shone in Lin Feng's eyes. He knew he had to kill Wang Yi today, or else only destruction awaited him.

When Wang Yi saw that Lin Feng still dared to take the initiative, he flew into a rage. Sinking his center of gravity, he drew power up from the ground and met Lin Feng head-on with another move!

BANG!

Blasted back by the single blow, Lin Feng's feet plowed two furrows in the ground. The immense friction had torn his shoes to shreds, and his pant legs were caked with dirt. He cut a rather pathetic figure.

"Haha, so this is all the strength you have? Looks like I overestimated you."

Seeing Lin Feng's pathetic state, a feeling of immense satisfaction welled up in Wang Yi, and he spoke with mockery in his voice.

Lin Feng's body trembled slightly as he slowly crouched. This posture was excellent for protecting his vital points while also allowing him to strike with maximum speed.

"Hmph. Let's see how much longer you can struggle."

With that, Wang Yi lunged at Lin Feng.

Wang Yi's movements were agile, his speed like a gale. In the blink of an eye, he was before Lin Feng, his hand clawing viciously for his throat.

Lin Feng's eyes were ice-cold. With a wave of his right hand, he sent a Palm Blade slashing toward Wang Yi's incoming fist.

CLANG!

Wang Yi blocked with his palm, which collided with Lin Feng's Palm Blade, sending out a shower of sparks.

A numbness spread through Wang Yi's fist. He looked at Lin Feng in astonishment. He hadn't expected to still be at a disadvantage even when going all out.

"Kid, you've pissed me off! You deserve to die!"

A vicious glint shot from Wang Yi's eyes. Lin Feng's actions had thoroughly enraged him.

"Hah!"

He let out a sharp cry, his legs pushing violently off the ground. He shot out like a cheetah, his movements incomparably swift, and closed the distance to Lin Feng in an instant.

He swung a whip kick, which whistled through the air as it headed straight for Lin Feng's head.

If this kick landed, Lin Feng's head would be smashed to a pulp.

Lin Feng gave a cold smile. He slammed his elbow into the incoming whip kick, then leaped up abruptly, blasting both fists toward Wang Yi's chest.

'Damn it, how is this kid doing this!'

Lin Feng had easily neutralized his punch and kick. The battle had reached a stalemate, and a victor could not be decided in a short time.

At the same time, he sighed internally. 'I can't believe this kid, a full three years younger than me, can clash with me for so many moves and even gain the upper hand?!'

"Impossible!"

Wang Yi roared, sending one fist toward Lin Feng's chin and another smashing into his side.

SWOOSH!

Wang Yi's fists were as fast as meteors, but Lin Feng's figure drifted back strangely, dodging his attack.

This incredible speed and reaction made Wang Yi's eyes narrow, but he remained calm. He stared at Lin Feng and said, "You can't escape!"

Lin Feng watched him coldly, ignoring his words, instead pondering how to deal with him.

Wang Yi's martial arts style was bizarre. It resembled Xingyi Fist, yet also looked like Gua Palm. Every one of his attacks seemed to follow some profound trajectory, leaving Lin Feng completely unable to find an opening.

Lin Feng's expression grew solemn. Wang Yi's style was somewhat similar to that of a Martial Artist, but it was also completely different.

The pressure Wang Yi exerted on him was even stronger than before. Lin Feng didn't dare to relax in the slightest. Fine beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

Wang Yi looked at Lin Feng and suddenly grinned. "Kid, this is my true strength. I advise you to surrender without a fight and save yourself a world of pain."

Lin Feng frowned. He didn't know why he was feeling this way, which made his mood even heavier.

"Enough nonsense. If you want to fight, then bring it on."

Lin Feng fell into a stance, his expression serious. A violent and matchless aura erupted from him, making him seem like a longsword about to be unsheathed.

A flash of surprise crossed Wang Yi's eyes. He hadn't expected Lin Feng to remain so composed in his presence.

"If that's how you want it, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Wang Yi snorted coldly. He bent his knees slightly, then sprang up violently, diving down toward Lin Feng as he whipped his right leg toward his face.

BOOM!

The power behind Wang Yi's sweeping right leg was terrifying, and the air whined under the pressure.

His toes were nearly brushing against Lin Feng's nose—just a hair's breadth from kicking him in the face—but he couldn't seem to cross that final inch.

Furthermore, the power in his right leg was immense. If this kick were to land, it would definitely leave Lin Feng severely injured.

BAM!

At that critical moment, Lin Feng suddenly shot out his left fist and smashed it directly into the side of Wang Yi's right knee. Using the force of the blow, he tilted his entire body to one side.

Seeing this, Wang Yi immediately retracted his right leg and took two steps back to create distance.

Although he had evaded Lin Feng's blow, he had no intention of giving up the attack.