Chapter 348: Frustration
Seeing that Lin Feng had actually blocked most of the throwing knives, the man wasn't the least bit dejected. On the contrary, he grew even more excited.
For him, an attack of this level was far too simple. As long as he got serious, he would take Lin Feng down in no time.
Faced with his opponent's increasingly terrifying assault, Lin Feng's eyes narrowed. His palm trembled slightly; he knew the man was preparing an even more fearsome move. 'Looks like I have to strike first.'
Lin Feng's gaze sharpened. Pushing off the ground, he shot toward the man. His hands gripped the Short Blade, carving an incredibly strange arc as he aimed for the man's vital points.
CLANG!
Lin Feng's Short Blade slashed viciously at the man's shoulder, but the man showed no panic. He simply sidestepped a few feet, dodging the attack.
However, he didn't give chase. Lin Feng didn't linger either; he spun around and, using the momentum, flung the Short Blade from his hand.
At that same moment, Lin Feng whirled around and, pushing off with both feet, bolted in the opposite direction.
Although his initial attack had been dodged, the thrown Short Blade was now hurtling straight for the man's head, a sight that left him stunned.
But he didn't hesitate for a second. Twisting his body in mid-air, he dodged Lin Feng's attack and immediately lunged after him.
Lin Feng stopped short, then suddenly spun around. A cold gleam materialized in his hand. He gripped it with both hands, and the Short Blade struck like a viper, aiming straight for the man's throat.
The man was startled by this move. Lin Feng's speed and power were both incredibly formidable, and a solemn expression appeared in his eyes.
Yet he didn't panic. His body froze for an instant, but this time, he did not dodge.
'He had to test Lin Feng's true depth. This was a rare opportunity, one he absolutely wouldn't pass up!'
Just as Lin Feng's blade came slashing down, the man suddenly shot out his left hand, grabbing for the Short Blade in Lin Feng's grip!
This startled Lin Feng. He never imagined the man's reflexes would be so sharp. 'This is completely beyond my expectations.'
"Heh heh, got you now!"
The man's large hand clamped down on Lin Feng's wrist, forcibly halting his attack.
Meanwhile, his right hand shot out and grabbed Lin Feng's shoulder, cutting off any chance of retreat.
He drove a knee into Lin Feng's abdomen. The immense force made Lin Feng grunt in pain, his body involuntarily doubling over. A faint, cruel smile touched the man's lips.
Lin Feng's face was ashen, and beads of sweat the size of peas rolled down his forehead.
A sharp pain shot through his abdomen, and his once-steady breathing grew ragged.
Seeing Lin Feng's state, the man grinned. "Haha, so you're not a disciple from some hidden sect after all. And here I was, worried for a moment!"
"If this is all the strength you have, then you can die right here!"
As he spoke, the man's eyes turned ice-cold. His body blurred as he launched another lethal attack at Lin Feng.
This time, his assault was even more ferocious. He had to kill this Lin Feng who dared to provoke him; otherwise, his dignity would be utterly destroyed.
Seeing that his opponent had lost all reason, Lin Feng didn't wait any longer. A fiery light flickered in his eyes; he knew the situation no longer permitted him to hold anything back.
The instant the man charged at Lin Feng, Lin Feng's gaze sharpened, and his entire aura changed abruptly.
An icy light glinted in his eyes, and he seemed like a smoldering volcano on the verge of eruption.
The sense of danger made the charging man's heart shudder.
But it all happened in an instant. By the time he sensed the danger, he was already right in front of Lin Feng. It was too late to stop.
Feeling the murderous aura radiating from Lin Feng at such close range made his heart skip a beat.
Just then, Lin Feng, having regulated his breathing, moved. He seemed to transform into a phantom, vanishing in a flash!
It all happened in the blink of an eye. The man didn't even have time to see where Lin Feng had gone before a sharp pain flared in his chest.
He looked down to see that a ghastly wound had opened up on his chest.
"So fast!"
Feeling the sharp pain in his chest, the man's pupils constricted. 'This guy's speed has reached an absolutely terrifying level!' he thought in amazement.
But the thought had barely crossed his mind when he felt a rush of wind from behind. His pupils shrank. Bending forward, he whipped a roundhouse kick straight at Lin Feng's head.
His reaction was incredibly swift, and the kick packed extraordinary power. If it landed on an ordinary person, it would surely have shattered their bones and torn their ligaments!
Unfortunately for him, Lin Feng's reaction was faster. With a twist of his body, Lin Feng slid right under the man's foot.
At the same time, he thrust the Short Blade in his hand upward. The sharp tip sliced across the man's calf, and blood instantly sprayed from the wound.
The man cried out in pain, but a superficial wound like this had little effect on him. After all, they were both Cultivators; a mere flesh wound was nothing.
Even so, the man couldn't stand it. With an enraged roar, he threw a punch backward, aiming straight for Lin Feng's face.
Seeing this, Lin Feng hastily retreated. He was also a little annoyed. 'That was just a moment of carelessness on my part.'
'To think I let that guy seize an opening. The wound isn't serious, but this looks incredibly pathetic!'
"Prepare to die!"
Lin Feng stomped hard on the ground and shot toward the man, the Short Blade in his hand slashing out once more.
The man's eyes narrowed. Lin Feng's speed had increased yet again, but it was too late.
This time, Lin Feng's Short Blade slashed down, grazing the bridge of his nose. If he had been a fraction of a second slower, he wouldn't just be injured—he'd be decapitated.
He hastily twisted his body to avoid the fatal blow, but even so, it was a near miss. Lin Feng's blade scraped the tip of his nose!
"Kid, you dare attack me like this?! I'm going to kill you!"
The man clutched his nose as scarlet blood dripped onto the grass. DRIP. DRIP. His gaze was sinister as he stared at Lin Feng, his eyes filled with towering hatred.
Lin Feng watched him coolly without a word. He had no desire to speak, having discovered that not only was this man's cultivation level high, but his combat techniques were also exceptionally refined.
This left him rather frustrated; his last series of moves had been incredibly intricate.