Chapter 338: Astonishment
WHACK!
Zhao Biao was still reeling in shock, never imagining Lin Feng would use such a bizarre attack. He was hit squarely.
A single whip kick sent Zhao Biao flying. He traced an arc through the air before crashing heavily to the ground. The power of that kick was absolutely terrifying!
Zhao Biao lay on the ground, struggling for a long time before he finally managed to climb back to his feet. He looked like an absolute mess.
His shirt had been completely torn to shreds, and even a piece of his pants was ripped off, exposing his dark, bare ass.
"AAAAARGH! I'll kill you!"
Zhao Biao roared in fury. He had never imagined that someone younger than him could reduce him to such a pathetic state!
His dignity was in tatters. 'Even if it's the last thing I do, I have to kill this little bastard today!'
SWOOSH!
Burning with rage, Zhao Biao charged at Lin Feng. His speed was incredible. This time, he had completely abandoned all defense, singularly focused on killing Lin Feng.
WHOOSH!
Lin Feng met the charge with a resolute gaze. Facing a close-combat expert like Zhao Biao, he didn't dare to be careless. He took a single step back, not attacking, and prioritized defense instead.
"Die!"
In an instant, the two were locked in a life-and-death struggle, every punch thrown with their full strength.
They both knew that if either of them held anything back, a fatal danger would be waiting.
Lin Feng's figure was tall and well-proportioned, but his long, thick black hair was disheveled, flowing wildly with his every move.
The veins on his arms bulged as his knotted muscles rippled, filled with explosive power.
His right fist shot toward Zhao Biao's chest like a shooting star, but Zhao Biao easily dodged the attack.
Zhao Biao's left fist was like an iron hammer, a straightforward, unadorned strike aimed straight for Lin Feng's neck.
The speed and power of this punch were equally terrifying. If it landed, it would absolutely be a fatal blow.
Lin Feng's eyes narrowed. He hadn't expected Zhao Biao to be so difficult to deal with. They had already clashed for seven or eight rounds, and he could clearly feel his stamina draining. Meanwhile, Zhao Biao seemed to get stronger with every exchange, and his abilities were truly formidable.
With a shift of his body, Lin Feng dodged Zhao Biao's blow. He then spun around and kicked out with his right leg, but Zhao Biao was prepared and blocked it.
BAM!
Lin Feng was sent flying by the impact. He flipped twice in mid-air before landing steadily in the distance. Wiping a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth, he stared at Zhao Biao.
Zhao Biao's gaze on Lin Feng now held a new hint of caution. He hadn't expected Lin Feng to be so tenacious. The kid was clearly injured, yet he still had the strength to clash head-on.
'How is this kid doing it?'
Zhao Biao was baffled. He was only now realizing that there was more to Lin Feng than met the eye. To have not defeated him yet... he was truly a troublesome opponent.
Lin Feng took a deep breath.
He knew the current situation was highly unfavorable for him, but things had already come to this. No matter how hard it was, he had to grit his teeth and endure.
He knew he couldn't run from a battle like this. This fight would decide the victor.
He also knew that Zhao Biao's fighting style relied on overwhelming power. Therefore, in a close-quarters brawl like this, Lin Feng's only hope for victory lay in his flexibility—or rather, his agile speed!
Zhao Biao watched Lin Feng from a distance, a cold smirk gradually appearing on his face. He was now confident he could kill him.
As soon as Lin Feng was forced onto the defensive, he would be defeated instantly. This battle, where victory was already in his grasp, would soon be over.
But he never would have imagined that Lin Feng wouldn't retreat. Instead, he chose to attack. With a flicker of his body, Lin Feng vanished from his sight.
The guy's speed was astonishing. It was a speed Zhao Biao wasn't sure he could even match.
Zhao Biao's eyes sharpened and his brows furrowed slightly. That speed was unexpected.
He knew that dragging this out would do him no good; in fact, it would be his undoing. After all, he wasn't in good shape himself and was nearing his limit.
'In that case, I'll end this quickly!'
At his thought, the surrounding air seemed to freeze. He knew Lin Feng had used a martial skill, but he felt no panic.
He had already anticipated this situation. Now, only he could control the outcome; no one else could help him.
A wicked curve played on Lin Feng's lips. He knew his chance had come.
BAM!
In a flash, Zhao Biao's figure vanished from his spot. He was even faster than Lin Feng, appearing directly behind him!
His eyes were blood-red, his gaze savage and cruel. He had only one thought: to tear Lin Feng to pieces.
Lin Feng's pupils constricted. This guy's speed was too fast.
For his opponent to unleash such speed in his current state was beyond his expectations. He knew he had no room to retreat. His back was completely exposed to Zhao Biao. He could only take the hit head-on, or he would die.
At that moment, Lin Feng spun around, his clenched fists striking toward Zhao Biao's throat.
BAM!
A deafening thud echoed as their fists collided. Both were forced back several meters before they could stop. Lin Feng only slid back four or five meters before steadying his footing.
Zhao Biao, on the other hand, stumbled back five or six meters before he stopped. His face was a mask of astonishment. He felt a sharp pain in his throat, but what he felt even more was humiliation and anger.
"You little punk, I'm going to kill you now!"
Zhao Biao yelled frantically. Although he held the absolute advantage, their last exchange had been deeply humiliating for him.
"HRAAAGH!"
With a great shout, Zhao Biao leaped into the air and dove toward Lin Feng. He now wanted only to cripple Lin Feng completely, then slowly torture him to death to vent his rage!
But to his frustration, Lin Feng seemed to have figured out the rhythm of his attacks. He dodged every strike by a hair's breadth, which only fueled Zhao Biao's fury.
But he simply couldn't find an opening in Lin Feng's defense. Even if he wanted to attack, he couldn't find a chance.
BAM!
Lin Feng unleashed another whip kick at Zhao Biao, who was forced to raise his left arm to block.