Chapter 370: Offensive
Lin Feng twisted, his movements as agile as an ape scaling a treetop. In an instant, he had dodged Wang Lu's attack.
He seized the opportunity to press forward, raising his right leg and sweeping a whip kick toward Wang Lu.
THUD!
Wang Lu raised his arm, taking the full force of Lin Feng's attack. He used the impact to retreat swiftly, putting a safe distance between himself and Lin Feng.
"Heh heh, I told you. You're no match for me," Wang Lu sneered, his face filled with disdain.
Lin Feng's expression remained calm. He rotated his numb ankle and said indifferently, "Is that so?"
"I'll admit, you're quite skilled. Your techniques are profound and unpredictable, and your speed is far beyond that of an ordinary person. A regular Martial Artist at the Peak of Late Stage Innate might not even be a match for you."
Wang Lu's voice was low as he continued, "But I'm no ordinary Martial Artist. And I have no intention of letting you escape."
Hearing this, Lin Feng suddenly smiled. He shook his head and said lightly, "If that's the case... then you can just die!"
As soon as he spoke, killing intent flashed in Lin Feng's eyes. He pushed off the ground with explosive force, his body shooting forward like a cannonball.
"You're courting death!"
Seeing this, Wang Lu flew into a rage. He brandished his dagger and thrust viciously at Lin Feng, the blade flashing with a cold light.
'This is getting troublesome.'
Lin Feng frowned slightly as Wang Lu brandished the dagger again.
His low-grade, yellow-rank Short Blade had been completely destroyed in the last battle. Now, without a suitable weapon, he was at a slight disadvantage against Wang Lu.
Especially since his opponent's dagger was no mundane weapon. In Wang Lu's hands, it posed a significant threat.
But he had no choice. Wang Lu was pressing his attack relentlessly. If he retreated now, he would be in extreme danger.
CLANG!
In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged several blows before Lin Feng once again broke away from Wang Lu.
"Heh, is that all you've got?"
Wang Lu watched Lin Feng with an arrogant, mocking expression. "If you don't have any other tricks," he sneered, "then I'll be sending you to your grave!"
At his words, Lin Feng shook his head, a peculiar expression on his face. "You think this is the extent of my strength? I was just waiting to tell you... I haven't even revealed my trump card yet."
"Haha, do you take me for an idiot? A young brat like you? How much power could you possibly have?"
Wang Lu scoffed, utterly dismissive.
"Oh? Then keep your eyes wide open. I just hope you don't regret it in a moment."
Lin Feng shrugged, speaking casually.
"Me? Regret it? Heh heh. I've roamed the martial world for over twenty years. What haven't I seen? You think a little thing like this is going to scare me?"
Wang Lu roared with laughter, his face a mask of contempt, clearly not taking the threat seriously at all.
"I told you you'd regret this!"
Lin Feng's gaze suddenly turned sharp. In an instant, his entire aura transformed, becoming glacial and deadly.
VMMMM!
An intense, oppressive aura instantly flooded the area!
In that moment, it was as if Lin Feng had transformed into a peerless master. He exuded a bone-chilling aura, so intense that one dared not meet his gaze!
'What's going on?!'
Wang Lu's expression flickered. A chill ran through him, and a sense of foreboding welled up in his heart.
'This is too strange. A moment ago, I was clearly leading him by the nose, but in the blink of an eye, his entire demeanor has changed. It's like he's a completely different person.'
Lin Feng's eyes were pitch-black and deep, like ancient, bottomless pools—profound and terrifying!
Blood still oozed from the ghastly wounds on his body, but Lin Feng seemed completely unaffected. If anything, his presence only grew sharper!
"I don't care what kind of freakish monster you are. Today, you die!"
Wang Lu snorted coldly, gripped his dagger, and began hacking wildly at Lin Feng.
TING!
The sound of clashing steel was incessant. Their battle was incredibly fierce, and they exchanged dozens of blows in the blink of an eye.
The more Wang Lu fought, the more alarmed he became. He was horrified to discover that every time he seemed to gain the upper hand, Lin Feng would adapt at just the right moment, instantly reversing the situation. He grew furious.
"Damn it! How is this happening!"
Wang Lu roared again and again, attacking desperately in an attempt to turn the tables, but he remained firmly suppressed by Lin Feng.
The longer he fought, the more stifled he felt. His heart filled with extreme indignation, and he even began to question reality itself.
'Why is this happening?!'
'Logically, I should be crushing him. But the result is the exact opposite—I'm the one being suppressed by Lin Feng!'
Wang Lu was furious with humiliation. It felt like a vicious slap across the face, and it was more than he could stand!
"You think this is enough to beat me? I'll make you kneel!"
Wang Lu roared, his dagger a blur of motion, weaving a net of steel so dense it seemed airtight. The attack enveloped Lin Feng, a clear attempt to end his life!
Yet in the face of this ferocious assault, Lin Feng remained perfectly composed. His footwork was ethereal, and he dodged Wang Lu's attacks with the grace of flowing water and drifting clouds.
POW!
Lin Feng suddenly lashed out, his fist striking toward Wang Lu's side. Wang Lu's expression changed dramatically, and he scrambled to retreat.
But Lin Feng's fist was faster, slamming directly into his side.
"Argh... Pfft!"
Wang Lu let out a muffled grunt as a trickle of crimson blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He stared wide-eyed at Lin Feng, his face a mask of utter disbelief.
"How can you possibly be this strong?"
Lin Feng said coolly, "There are more martial techniques in this world than you could possibly imagine."
"You were hiding your cultivation level?!"
Wang Lu gritted his teeth. He had originally thought Lin Feng was just a slightly stronger-than-average Martial Artist at the Peak of Late Stage Innate. Now, he saw how wrong he was. Lin Feng's strength was far more terrifying than he had ever imagined!
'But so what?! I refuse to believe Lin Feng can defeat me. After all, this is my home turf. Here, I hold all the advantages!'
Lin Feng said calmly, "I told you you'd regret this. It would be best for you to surrender now and spare yourself the suffering."
"Don't even think about it!"
Wang Lu flew into a rage. He scrambled to his feet and snarled, "So what if your martial skills are better than mine? I'll still cut you down!"
With that, Wang Lu lunged straight for Lin Feng!
As he charged, Wang Lu swung his dagger. A cold glint flashed from its tip as he aimed straight for Lin Feng's chest!
Lin Feng's expression remained calm. He stomped his right foot, and his entire body shot away like a cannonball, evading Wang Lu's attack.
SMACK!
He thrust out a palm, the blow sharp and fierce, slamming heavily into Wang Lu's left shoulder.
Wang Lu cried out in pain. His entire left arm went numb, and he almost lost his grip on his dagger. He staggered backward, his face contorted in agony.
"Ah!"
Wang Lu screamed, his face twitching in pain.