Chapter 334: Release
Lin Feng stood in place, his body slightly bowed. He spread his feet apart, then stomped heavily on the ground.
HUMMM!
The ground trembled faintly. Then, his taut muscles released in an instant, like a coiled spring, and Lin Feng's figure shot forward.
Lin Feng shot forward like an arrow. His terrifying speed surpassed that of sound, leaving only a slender afterimage in his wake as he charged toward Zhao Biao like a cheetah.
Zhao Biao's pupils contracted at the sight of Lin Feng's speed. He knew he'd run into a tough opponent. Immediately circulating his Inner Strength, he surged forward to meet the attack and engaged Lin Feng in battle.
BOOM!
A series of explosive crackles echoed around them. The terrifying force of their blows caused the very air to distort, rolling like ocean waves.
As Zhao Biao and Lin Feng clashed, thunderous booms echoed continuously. The resulting shockwaves uprooted nearby trees. The air filled with the crack of snapping branches, flying debris, and billowing dust.
Zhao Biao's expression gradually grew grim. He knew he had encountered a true expert. In their initial exchange, he hadn't been able to gain the slightest advantage; in fact, he was on the defensive.
Moreover, Lin Feng's attacks were fierce and overbearing. Each palm strike contained terrifying power, forcing Zhao Biao to be exceedingly cautious. The slightest misstep could prove disastrous.
BANG!
Each of Lin Feng's blows was crushingly heavy, striking Zhao Biao like a ten-thousand-pound sledgehammer. Every impact was powerful enough to shatter mountains and split stone.
'How can this kid's stamina be so incredible?'
His brow deeply furrowed, Zhao Biao stared grimly at Lin Feng.
The terrifying force of his opponent's Inner Strength wasn't what shocked him the most. After all, most Ancient Martial Artists who reached the Late Stage of Innate could wield such power, barring those with extremely unique Cultivation Techniques or a complete lack of talent.
But Lin Feng's relentless, furious assault, launched without the slightest sign of exhaustion, was what truly caught him off guard.
Lin Feng's palm strikes were too ferocious and his speed was astonishingly fast. Any other Ancient Martial Artist would have retreated long ago, exhausted, to find an opportunity to recover their Inner Strength. How could Lin Feng be so completely unaffected?!
But the situation was what it was. Zhao Biao knew he had no path of retreat. His only choice now was to kill Lin Feng; otherwise, he would be the one to die.
At this thought, killing intent surged in Zhao Biao's eyes. He abruptly pulled back his arms, switching from defense to offense and beginning to clash head-on with Lin Feng!
Lin Feng's attacks were strong, but Zhao Biao was no pushover. He unleashed streams of Fist Gang that whistled through the air toward Lin Feng. Though they were only his fists, they struck with the sharpness of a sword's gleam.
The two figures became a tangled blur, their clashes producing muffled booms like rolling thunder. With every exchange, both would be forced back several steps, only to charge at each other's weak points again after a few moments' rest.
They crashed into each other with the ferocity of a meat grinder. In just a few short minutes, they had already exchanged over a dozen blows!
Their clothes were torn to shreds, revealing powerful, lean muscles. They looked like two savage beasts.
SWISH!
Lin Feng threw a whip kick at Zhao Biao's neck. Zhao Biao blocked with his left arm and threw a punch with his right!
BAM!
This time, Lin Feng's kick sent Zhao Biao flying. He somersaulted twice in mid-air to bleed off the force of the blow before landing gracefully on the ground with a final backflip.
But now, Zhao Biao was drenched in sweat; clearly, that last exchange had not been easy. He silently cursed his bad luck.
The web of his hand throbbed as if it were about to split from that last clash. He was furious. He had thought he could take Lin Feng down in one fell swoop.
But he had been outmaneuvered. Now that he had lost the advantage, winning this fight would be much harder.
Just then, Lin Feng's figure shot forward again. His Body Technique was as elusive as a phantom. In the darkness, he became a faint afterimage, his movements the very definition of effortless grace.
He thrust his fingers forward, a silver needle shimmering with a pale blue light held between them. It shot straight for Zhao Biao's throat with incredible speed and terrifying power.
Zhao Biao's eyes turned icy. He gritted his teeth and threw a punch to meet Lin Feng's fingers. His fist strike looked deceptively ordinary.
In reality, however, it concealed a terrifying amount of power. This was his unique secret technique, a three-part Fist Technique of incredible might.
"Get the hell away from me!"
Lin Feng's attack met Zhao Biao's fist in an instant. A powerful shockwave swept out in all directions, and a web of cracks spread across the turf.
Both Zhao Biao and Lin Feng felt a numbing jolt travel up their wrists, and both staggered backward.
Zhao Biao's gaze was filled with apprehension and dread. He hadn't expected to be repelled by Lin Feng in a head-on clash. This was not a good sign.
In contrast, a flicker of excitement flashed through Lin Feng's eyes. A cold smirk touched his lips. He was finally getting that exhilarating, all-out feeling he craved.
"Your physical strength is impressive," Lin Feng said. "It's rare to see someone in the Mortal Realm reach your level of training!"
Lin Feng gently rubbed his fist, which now throbbed with sharp pain. A trickle of blood oozed from his knuckles.
In that last exchange, despite the power of Zhao Biao's Fist Technique, Lin Feng had managed to break through his defense. Now, Zhao Biao was starting to pant.
"Hmph, I'm no ordinary Ancient Martial Artist," Zhao Biao sneered. "Since you refuse to see reason, I'll have to teach you a lesson!"
Zhao Biao's voice was laced with a chilling intent. 'This guy is far too arrogant.'
'Still daring to challenge me, even now? He's courting death. Looks like I need to teach him a lesson he'll never forget, or he'll really start to think I'm some kind of pushover.'
"Now, kneel!"
Zhao Biao thrust out both fists, unleashing a sky-blurring flurry of fist-shadows that rained down on Lin Feng. This time, the force behind his punches was piercingly cold.
Each punch carried an uncanny rhythm. Even when Lin Feng dodged in time, his clothes were still torn in several new places, and a shallow cut appeared on his chest.
Lin Feng's brow furrowed. 'I'm clearly much stronger than he is, but his speed is incredible.' In just a few exchanges, Zhao Biao had already disrupted his tempo. Lin Feng could clearly feel the surging power of his opponent's Inner Strength.
This forced Lin Feng's expression to turn serious. He had no choice but to treat Zhao Biao's attacks with his full attention.
'This is actually a bit tricky,' he thought.
For a moment, Lin Feng's figure became a graceful blur, weaving effortlessly through the darkness!