Chapter 333: Tilting
"Do you think you still have a chance?"
Lin Feng's lips curled into a cold smile. His figure vanished in an instant. When Lin Feng reappeared, he was already beside Zhao Biao, his fists raining down relentlessly upon him.
BANG!
Zhao Biao crossed his arms, directly blocking Lin Feng's fists. The terrifying force sent Zhao Biao flying backward. A faint Fist Seal appeared on his chest, and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
"Dammit!"
Zhao Biao's body slammed into the ground more than ten meters away. He struggled to lift his head, his eyes glaring venomously at Lin Feng.
"I admit I underestimated you, but do you really think I, Zhao Biao, am some pushover?"
Zhao Biao said through gritted teeth. His face was no longer flushed as it had been at the start; instead, it had grown somewhat pale. The blow he'd taken to his chest and abdomen caused him unbearable pain.
"You're not a pushover, but in my hands, you're just a piece of shit!"
Lin Feng's words were ice-cold, his eyes filled with a frosty glint.
"You little bastard, you're too arrogant! I'll definitely slaughter you today!"
Hearing such a blunt taunt, Zhao Biao's face turned shades of red and blue with rage. His fury soared to the heavens, and a thick, murderous aura erupted from his body.
HUUFF!
Zhao Biao took a few deep breaths, and his eyes grew resolute.
His body trembled as the potent Inner Strength within him surged wildly. His entire frame seemed to suddenly grow taller by several inches, and veins bulged all over his body, clearly containing immense power.
He clenched his fists and held them before him, a ruthless glint gradually blooming in his dark eyes.
"You little bastard, I'll show you my ultimate technique! Die!"
Zhao Biao bellowed, stomped his foot hard on the ground, and charged directly at Lin Feng.
THUD!
Zhao Biao's steps landed on the lawn, and with every step, a patch of the ground beneath his feet shattered.
Finally, when he was five or six meters away from Lin Feng, he abruptly accelerated, hurtling toward Lin Feng like a cannonball.
SWOOSH!
Zhao Biao's body became a blur, arriving before Lin Feng in an instant. He raised his massive fist and smashed it toward Lin Feng's chest!
Such a sudden attack was the ultimate test of one's reflexes. The opponent's attack was simply too fast; even a Martial Artist at the Peak of Late Stage Innate might be caught off guard, to say nothing of Lin Feng.
But Lin Feng showed no sign of panic. When he saw Zhao Biao attack, he merely gave him an indifferent glance.
Then, with a shift of his body, he retreated. He knew this punch from Zhao Biao was anything but simple—it could even be called stunning—but to him, the threat wasn't that great.
BANG!
Zhao Biao's incomparably ferocious straight punch slammed into thin air, but it did Lin Feng no harm.
"Hm?"
Zhao Biao frowned. That Lin Feng could dodge his lightning-fast strike was somewhat unexpected.
"Heh... Zhao Biao, an attack like that is just too slow!"
Lin Feng sneered. He had already seen through Zhao Biao's intentions. He knew Zhao Biao's Body Technique was strange and ethereal, and incredibly fast—it was the ace up Zhao Biao's sleeve, what he relied on to survive.
But Zhao Biao's strength was also at the Late Stage of Innate. While such power was immense in Lin Feng's eyes, thinking it was enough to easily suppress him was just wishful thinking.
A slight, mocking curve formed on Lin Feng's lips, enraging Zhao Biao. He knew he had run into a tough one today.
'Otherwise, I wouldn't be in such a sorry state. I have to find another way to deal with this trouble in front of me.'
SHING!
Zhao Biao pounced at Lin Feng again. He was so fast that in the blink of an eye, he was in Lin Feng's personal space. His right hand formed a claw and grabbed for Lin Feng's throat, while his left leg shot out like lightning, aiming for Lin Feng's waist!
His movements were decisive and clean, giving Lin Feng no room to breathe. If he managed to grab his throat, Lin Feng would be at a complete disadvantage, with no chance to even escape.
"Hmph!"
Seeing Zhao Biao's method of attack, Lin Feng snorted. How could he possibly let this Zhao Biao succeed?
He immediately sidestepped, slipping right under Zhao Biao's armpit, and followed up with a leg sweep aimed at Zhao Biao.
It went without saying that Lin Feng's physical conditioning was superb. This was the most formidable Leg Technique he could execute with his current strength and physique. He had once used this set of leg techniques to kill many powerful enemies, a testament to the power of this single kick.
'What a strange attack!'
Faced with Lin Feng's kick, Zhao Biao froze for a moment. Several ways to dodge flashed through his mind.
But to his astonishment, he realized that no matter how he tried to dodge, the kick would ultimately land on him!
'Looks like I'll have to take it head-on!'
In an instant, Zhao Biao had made his decision. He knew Lin Feng was extremely fast, making it impossible to dodge. The only option was to block it head-on.
He extended his arms to protect his sides, his massive limbs like two iron plates shielding him completely.
BANG!
A dull thud echoed as a visible shockwave rippled outward. Lin Feng's kick landed squarely on Zhao Biao's arms, sending his body flying back more than ten meters before he barely managed to land on the ground.
"Cough, cough!"
Stabilizing himself, Zhao Biao clutched his chest and coughed heavily. The force of that last kick had been truly immense, shaking him so violently he almost vomited blood.
Lin Feng, meanwhile, walked slowly toward Zhao Biao, his eyes cold. That last kick was merely a probe. 'Since Zhao Biao is so insistent on being humiliated, then I'll grant his wish.'
Zhao Biao wiped the trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze sinister as he stared at Lin Feng.
"It seems you're really determined to fight to the death today. Fine! In that case, I don't care what power you have backing you. I guarantee I'll chop you into a pile of mush and feed you to the dogs today!"
Zhao Biao roared savagely at Lin Feng, his eyes filled with viciousness. His strength was at the Late Innate Initial Stage. In the Mortal Realm, such a cultivation speed was absolutely monstrous, giving him the right to be arrogant!
"Is that so?"
Lin Feng chuckled and shook his head. Although his build was slightly leaner compared to Zhao Biao's, his entire being exuded an aura of arrogance that looked down on the world, a kingly air that spread all around.
When Zhao Biao saw Lin Feng daring to look down on him like this, the rage in his heart burned even hotter. He felt utterly humiliated and vowed to wash away this shame with Lin Feng's blood!
AWOOO!
Zhao Biao tilted his head back and let out a long howl. Then, his figure shot out, galloping toward Lin Feng. His speed was as swift as the wind, and in the blink of an eye, he was right in front of him.