The Capital's Dragon Doctor

The silver needles flicked from his fingers were even more devious and vicious, each one aimed at a blind spot in the trajectory of Zhao Biao's fists.

But Zhao Biao's movements were also incredibly nimble, allowing him to evade Lin Feng's relentless assault of silver needles, which were as dense as a swarm of locusts.

Zhao Biao didn't panic, however. He already knew Lin Feng's silver needles were strange and that even his own Iron Palm was ineffective against him. This man's strength could absolutely not be underestimated.

Lin Feng's movements were incomparably swift, yet he still sustained a few minor scratches. Although they weren't serious, it was proof that Zhao Biao's strength was indeed formidable.

Lin Feng's eyes narrowed. He looked at Zhao Biao and sneered, "Is this your so-called trump card? It seems if I don't teach you a lesson today, you'll think I'm some kind of pushover."

Lin Feng stopped moving. A sharp glint flickered in his eyes as a tyrannical, peerless battle intent erupted from his body like a volcano. The terrifying ripple of power instantly spread out.

This aura was like a monstrous tidal wave, submerging the entire forest. Lin Feng simply stood there, motionless, his clothes fluttering and snapping in a windless space.

'Hm… what's with this guy?'

Zhao Biao's brow furrowed slightly. He could feel a hint of danger coming from Lin Feng. Although the signal was faint, Zhao Biao's keen senses still picked it up.

Zhao Biao didn't know what was happening, but he subconsciously abandoned all the follow-up moves he had prepared. A sudden sense of unease bloomed in his heart.

Lin Feng watched Zhao Biao, his eyes slightly narrowed. He didn't rush to attack, instead waiting for Zhao Biao to make the first move.

Zhao Biao had already assumed a defensive stance, but he chose not to take the offensive. An ominous premonition had taken root in his heart. And at that moment, Lin Feng moved.

Lin Feng's figure vanished in an instant. The next moment, he was already in front of Zhao Biao, thrusting out both palms. They generated a powerful, vortex-like gust of wind that enveloped him.

This was an attack Zhao Biao had not anticipated at all, and it shocked him to his core. The sheer force of this move was simply too terrifying. He understood at once that he absolutely could not block it head-on.

But Lin Feng's speed was just too fast; he had no time to dodge. All he could do was desperately try to resist. The attack was so swift that at his current speed, evasion was impossible!

"BANG!"

Zhao Biao's palms slammed against Lin Feng's. The blow was solid and fierce. Zhao Biao was sent flying back more than ten meters.

When he landed, his face was deathly pale, and beads of cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

Although he had blocked Lin Feng's attack, he himself was far from unscathed. The force of Lin Feng's strike had been like a torrential flood, completely overwhelming him.

Lin Feng looked at Zhao Biao, the corner of his mouth twisting into a wicked smile. 'This guy's strength is actually pretty impressive.'

'In a pure melee fight, probably no one could beat him. But running into me... he can only blame his bad luck. After all, my strength can't be measured by ordinary standards!'

A cold glint flashed in Zhao Biao's eyes as he stared at Lin Feng, his cheek twitching. That last move had injured him severely, but he was, after all, a Late Stage of Innate Ancient Martial Cultivator and recovered quickly.

"Heh, that was a decent punch. Worthy of Zhao Biao of the Iron Palm. You really haven't disappointed me. In that case, try another one of my moves. If you can withstand it, you can keep acting so arrogant."

The corners of Lin Feng's lips curled into a mocking smile. The last blow was a test; this one was a true killing move.

Lin Feng's right leg shot out violently. He tapped his toe on the ground, using the recoil to launch himself into the air. With a single kick, he transformed into a blur in mid-air, hurtling toward Zhao Biao.

In that instant, it was as if the entire forest trembled. A powerful, peerless gust of wind instantly enveloped the woods. The force of this single kick seemed capable of shattering granite!

Zhao Biao's pupils contracted. 'Just what level of strength does this guy have?'

His gaze was ice-cold, but a deep sense of vigilance rose in his heart. He refused to believe the man before him was as simple as he appeared on the surface.

"Hah!"

Zhao Biao roared and, without holding back, struck out with his Iron Palm. The muscles on his arm bulged and knotted.

The green veins on his skin looked particularly ferocious. The power of this palm strike was astonishing, as rampant Inner Strength instantly swirled around his arm.

"BOOM!"

The two collided once again. A muffled thud echoed out, but Lin Feng's figure remained perfectly still.

Zhao Biao, however, was forced back several steps again. His face was flushed as he stared at Lin Feng. He felt his blood churn, and a sweet taste rose in his throat, nearly making him vomit blood.

But Lin Feng hadn't retreated a single step. His gaze fell indifferently upon Zhao Biao.

Though Zhao Biao's power had exceeded his expectations in that last exchange, Lin Feng's own strength was no empty boast. He had absolutely no fear of this man.

Zhao Biao's eyes were filled with dread as he looked at Lin Feng. He now understood: Lin Feng hadn't been testing him. He truly wanted to kill him!

He also understood now that there was a real gap between him and Lin Feng. His last strike had been powerful enough to shatter a stone monument, yet against Lin Feng, it hadn't even scratched him.

Without a word, Lin Feng took a few steps forward, walking toward Zhao Biao. As he advanced, the entire forest seemed to sway gently in his wake.

"Since you're not leaving, let's continue."

Lin Feng said coldly, then charged directly at Zhao Biao. There was no need for more words. If his opponent wanted to kill him, then he had to be killed. This Zhao Biao simply disgusted him.

The moment Lin Feng moved, Zhao Biao didn't dare to be overconfident. He had already suffered a loss and couldn't afford to be careless.

He pushed off the ground and met Lin Feng head-on. He knew this was his only chance to survive. If he didn't strike while the iron was hot and finish Lin Feng now, he might never get another opportunity!

After all, Lin Feng already had the upper hand, a situation he could not allow to persist.

"BOOM!"

Another head-on clash. This time, their collision was even more intense. They faced off in mid-air, their legs constantly kicking out, snapping the tree branches beneath their feet.

Lin Feng's eyes sharpened. 'This Zhao Biao is worthy of being a master from the Ancient Martial Realm. In just this short time, he's actually managed to fight me to a standstill!'