The Capital's Dragon Doctor

As he watched the man slam against the wall and collapse, unable to rise, Lin Feng's expression didn't ease. Instead, it grew even more solemn.

'After all, I'm in the Murong Family estate, a distinguished guest invited by Patriarch Murong himself to treat an illness. And yet, it's been over three minutes since an assailant broke into my room to fight me.'

'And not a single bodyguard or servant from the Murong Family has come to investigate.'

'There's definitely something wrong here.'

"Hmph. I'd like to see what you people are plotting."

Lin Feng's eyes narrowed. Ignoring the unconscious assassin in the room, he turned and walked straight out.

But as Lin Feng reached the bottom of the stairs, a man in a black suit was already standing there, as if waiting for him.

"Heh heh, what a surprise. What a surprise."

"Mr. Lin's power is truly impressive. It's no wonder the young miss invited you to treat our Patriarch."

The man said with a cold smile, his words dripping with sarcasm.

Lin Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he grew wary.

'If this place is being watched, it means they knew I would come out.'

'Clearly, this was a trap.'

Still, Lin Feng remained calm and composed. He gave the man a cold glance and asked faintly, "Are you the one pulling the strings?"

"Oh, no, no, no. You give me too much credit, Mr. Lin."

"I can't afford to hire an assassin at the Peak of Late Stage Innate."

The man in the suit shook his head, his eyes filled with derision.

Lin Feng's pupils contracted. He knew there was more to tonight's events than met the eye.

But he was already trapped. Escape was next to impossible.

Lin Feng decided to ignore him and slowly closed his eyes.

He needed to circulate the energy in his body and prepare for the worst. He had to recover to his peak condition as quickly as possible.

Seeing this, a knowing smirk played on the lips of the man in the suit.

"Have you resigned yourself to your fate?"

"Haha! It's too late to give up now."

"From the moment you set foot in the Murong Family estate, your fate was sealed."

Before the words had even left his mouth, he lunged forward. His body moved like a bolt of lightning, pouncing on Lin Feng as his fists flew, unleashing a powerful aura.

Lin Feng pressed his lips into a thin line, and his eyes snapped open.

"Die!"

The man in the suit roared, his arms a blur as he attacked Lin Feng like a raging tempest.

BOOM!

Two immense waves of Inner Strength erupted from their bodies, sweeping out in all directions.

Lin Feng and the man in the suit exchanged a palm strike. The two forces canceled each other out; neither could gain an advantage.

"Hmm? Such pure Inner Strength?"

The man in the suit's expression changed abruptly, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

'He was practicing the Murong Family's Secret Technique, after all. The quality and purity of the True Qi produced by this Cultivation Technique was far superior to that of other Cultivators at the same level.'

'Based on his calculations, that one move should have been enough to take Lin Feng down. But now…'

"Sigh. It's a shame those two assassins—whoever hired them—couldn't finish you off. Now I have to get my hands dirty. What a pain."

After the exchange, the man casually shook his hand, looking at Lin Feng with disdain.

"Kid, remember the name. I'm Zhou Tianyu."

"The man who's about to kill you."

His eyes glinted with frenzied killing intent.

"Annoying."

Lin Feng's voice was cold and detached. The next instant, he moved, lunging at Zhou Tianyu like a ferocious tiger.

He moved as fast as a streak of light, appearing before Zhou Tianyu in an instant. His fingers formed a claw, striking for Zhou Tianyu's throat.

"Fast, but that's all," Zhou Tianyu sneered, raising his right hand to block the attack at his neck.

CLANG!

The sharp sound of metal on metal exploded through the room. A massive force surged up Zhou Tianyu's arm, making the web of his hand go numb.

His heart skipped a beat. He immediately stopped underestimating Lin Feng and no longer dared to be careless. Bending his knees slightly, he shot forward, his fists flying toward Lin Feng like cannonballs.

Lin Feng neither dodged nor retreated. He shot out both hands, clamping down on Zhou Tianyu's wrists from the left and right before squeezing hard.

"Just a bunch of petty tricks. How boring!"

But the instant Lin Feng applied pressure, Zhou Tianyu reacted. A disdainful smirk touched his lips as he suddenly put power into his legs.

He instantly broke free of Lin Feng's hold. Then, leaping into the air, he dove down, aiming a heavy fist straight at Lin Feng's head.

Lin Feng's eyebrows twitched. He hadn't expected the man's strength to be so terrifying.

He quickly raised a hand to block the blow, but the immense force sent him stumbling back several steps.

Zhou Tianyu, however, used the momentum of his strike to flip several times in mid-air before landing steadily on his feet. He stared at Lin Feng, his eyes radiating intense killing intent.

'This young man's martial prowess is immense; it's not the kind of power a typical Ancient Martial Artist at the Peak of Late Stage Innate should possess.'

'Besides, the order came from the Great Elder himself. If I fail to eliminate this man, there is no point in going back.'

'It was already a rare opportunity for the Great Elder to guarantee me a night free from outside interference, and it had come at a great price!'

At this thought, a chilling killing intent flashed in his eyes.

"Go die, you trash!"

With a fierce roar, he lunged forward, his right foot shooting out to kick Lin Feng in the chest.

Lin Feng's expression darkened. He crossed his arms over his chest to block the kick head-on.

BANG!

With a heavy thud, Lin Feng was sent flying back as if struck by lightning, only stopping after retreating more than ten meters.

Zhou Tianyu closed in on Lin Feng again, launching a relentless assault. His movements grew faster and faster, each blow containing immense power that was in no way inferior to Lin Feng's.

The two fought fiercely, but Lin Feng was ultimately defeated, his strength gradually giving out due to excessive blood loss.

Zhou Tianyu, on the other hand, grinned savagely at Lin Feng, as if looking at prey that was already in his grasp.

"It's over!"

He roared, striking out with both palms repeatedly. A surging wave of Inner Strength gathered in his hands, transforming into a storm of palm phantoms that blotted out the sky as they bore down on Lin Feng.

This was a palm-based attack. While not as powerful as a full-fledged martial technique, it was extremely difficult to deal with. At a critical moment in a fight, it could often produce unexpected, miraculous results.

Lin Feng, however, remained expressionless.

He stood there quietly, his expression tranquil as he watched the overwhelming barrage of palm phantoms rush toward him, as if he felt no danger at all.

BANG!

A series of dull thuds rang out.

Lin Feng's body was driven back continuously by the force of Zhou Tianyu's palms, but his eyes remained full of calm and resolve.