Chapter 328: Retreat
"So fast!"
Feeling the terrifying force of the attack, even Lin Feng's expression couldn't help but change. He hurriedly pulled back his fist and retreated.
But he was still a hair too slow. The tip of Zhao Biao's foot grazed his wrist, and a sharp pain shot through him.
THUMP-THUMP-THUMP!
Lin Feng stumbled back five or six meters before stopping. He looked at the red, swollen bruise on his right hand and felt the waves of numbness and pain travel up his arm. A grave expression appeared on his face.
If that kick had landed on an ordinary person, it probably would have turned them into pulp. But on Lin Feng, it had only left a red, swollen mark.
It was clear just how resilient Lin Feng's body was!
"Damn, kid. You actually blocked that kick!"
A trace of surprise appeared in Zhao Biao's eyes. The fact that Lin Feng had blocked his attack with his bare hands was hard for him to believe, but it also made him realize that this opponent was extraordinary.
"But I don't care how tough you are. Today, you die!"
Zhao Biao roared, and the aura around him surged once more. His skin took on a faint, dark yellow sheen as if it were cast iron, and he exuded the ferocious air of a starving beast, seemingly causing the temperature of the air to drop.
"Die for me!"
A low roar echoed as Zhao Biao stomped his foot hard on the ground. His body shot upward, launching into the air as he swept out a leg.
The kick descended with the weight of a mountain, stirring up a gale as it swept down toward Lin Feng's head!
If this blow landed squarely, it would not just crush an ordinary person's skull; it would shatter a steel plate. That alone showed its incredible power!
"Hmph."
Facing the incoming kick, Lin Feng let out a cold snort and his body trembled!
In an instant, his frame seemed to swell slightly as a terrifying power, born of his very lifeblood, surged through his entire body!
A chilling killing intent erupted from his eyes. He suddenly accelerated, shooting toward the approaching Zhao Biao like a cannonball!
He threw a punch, the air whistling around his fist as it collided heavily with the sole of Zhao Biao's foot.
"THUD!"
A muffled boom erupted. Lin Feng's body trembled slightly, while a savage grin spread across Zhao Biao's face. Immediately after, his other leg swept out, as if intending to snap both of Lin Feng's legs.
"CRACK!"
Lin Feng gave a cold smile. He shifted his body to dodge Zhao Biao's attack, then lifted his right foot and whipped a kick toward Zhao Biao's flank!
'Hmph, you think I didn't see that coming?'
As the gust of wind from the kick approached, Zhao Biao showed no panic. Instead, he smirked and crossed his arms to block his side.
"BANG!"
The next moment, Lin Feng's kick slammed directly into Zhao Biao's crossed forearms.
"Haha, kid! You really think you can take me on in close combat?!"
"How do you think I built the Cyan Nether Gang?"
"I fought my way here with my own two hands!"
After taking the kick head-on, a cruel smile touched Zhao Biao's lips. He formed his left hand into a claw and shot it out like lightning toward Lin Feng's chest.
"SMACK!"
Lin Feng reached out and grabbed Zhao Biao's left hand, then used the momentum to pull him in, intending to subdue him.
But Zhao Biao took the opportunity to thrust out his right hand, shaping it into a hook that latched onto Lin Feng's shoulder.
The two were instantly locked in a stalemate, neither able to get the upper hand.
"Hmph."
Lin Feng snorted coldly. A resounding hum echoed from his very bones as a powerful force erupted from his limbs like a tidal wave!
"Ngh?"
Zhao Biao's brow furrowed. He could clearly feel an immense resistive force surging up his arm and through his entire body. He could even hear his own bones starting to creak and groan.
"Get off!"
Lin Feng let out a low shout. His muscles suddenly bulged as if filled with infinite power. Then, with a flick of his right arm, he sent Zhao Biao flying.
"BAM!"
Zhao Biao flew back more than ten meters before crashing heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust and debris. But he soon climbed slowly back to his feet.
'What a formidable guy.'
Zhao Biao's gaze gradually turned grim. Their recent exchange had forced him to reassess Lin Feng, holding him in even higher regard.
But he wasn't afraid. He believed he had already figured out Lin Feng's limits and was confident that he held the absolute advantage. He was sure that once he used his strongest martial technique, he could easily cut Lin Feng down.
"Heh, not bad. A bit tricky, but that's all you've got!"
A cold taunt escaped Zhao Biao's lips.
"Is that so? Since you're so confident, I'll show you what true despair feels like!"
Lin Feng's figure suddenly shot forward like a tiger pouncing down a mountain. In the blink of an eye, he was at Zhao Biao's side, swinging a fist the size of a clay pot down at his face!
Caught by the surprise attack, Zhao Biao had no time to defend himself. Lin Feng's punch sent him sprawling to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood and broken teeth.
"PTUI!"
He spat out a viscous glob and struggled back to his feet, his face contorted with rage as he stared at Lin Feng. "Kid, you've pissed me off! I'm going to tear you apart with my bare hands!"
His eyes were bloodshot, and the blood in his veins boiled with fury.
"Oh, really?"
Lin Feng shot him a cold glance.
"Let's see how long you can keep up that act!"
With a furious roar, Zhao Biao shot forward like a phantom. With every step, the entire building seemed to tremble slightly.
"Die!"
The moment Zhao Biao appeared a few feet in front of Lin Feng, he suddenly raised his hand. His five fingers formed a hook and stabbed straight for Lin Feng's throat.
This move was extremely aggressive, clearly aimed at crushing Lin Feng's windpipe first.
"SWOOSH!"
Midway, Zhao Biao's claw-hand suddenly changed direction, carving a deceptive arc as it slashed toward Lin Feng's neck.
"Heh, a petty trick."
Lin Feng sneered. Instead of retreating, he advanced, smashing his right fist toward Zhao Biao's left hand.
"CLANG!"
Zhao Biao's claw and Lin Feng's fist collided, actually letting out a sharp clang like metal striking metal. Zhao Biao's figure was thrown back once again, while Lin Feng didn't move an inch.
"Damn you, kid! You dare sneak attack me?!"
Zhao Biao was furious and humiliated. He never imagined that Lin Feng's last strike was actually a feint—that he'd used Zhao Biao's own forward momentum to power the punch.
"A sneak attack? So what? This is a fight to the death. Are you a child, crying about sneak attacks?"
"Besides, don't forget you tried to sneak attack me first."
Lin Feng just shook his head and smiled, his gaze calm as he looked at the enraged Zhao Biao.