Chapter 401: Under Pressure
Faced with this fatal attack, Lin Feng's expression was grim. A sharp light flared in his pupils as he flipped his wrist, bringing his dagger up to block. CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! He parried the blades of light.
Even so, he still felt immense pressure.
SHHNK!
In a moment of carelessness, a strand of Sword Qi gashed open Lin Feng's chest, and blood instantly spurted out.
"Hmph! Kid, your fate can be summed up in a single word: death!"
A cruel smile curved Zhou Yi's lips. The next second, his figure vanished again, reappearing in an instant like a phantom, his Soft Sword striking with even greater ferocity.
SWISH!
Lin Feng's gaze deepened, and two terrifying glints of light shot out from his eyes. With a flick of his wrist, his dagger became a phantom in his hand, whistling through the air as it slashed toward Zhou Yi.
The clang of dagger on sword rang out once more, sending sparks flying.
CRACK!
The next moment, an immense force yanked at Lin Feng's wrist. His dagger was torn from his grasp, flying dozens of yards away.
But Zhou Yi showed no mercy. He closed the distance again, his Soft Sword striking like a venomous snake, its tip aimed at Lin Feng's throat.
Lin Feng watched the incomparably sharp Soft Sword approach, his expression serene, as if he didn't even see it.
With a subtle shift of his feet, his body instantly shot backward, evading the Soft Sword. A moment later, a new Short Blade appeared in his hand.
This was the weapon he had taken from Lv Jian of the Lv Family after killing him.
Although it was only at the Mid Stage of Yellow Tier, at least it was a usable weapon.
Now holding the Short Blade, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes. His figure flickered, and he charged toward Zhou Yi.
But a mocking sneer tugged at the corner of Zhou Yi's lips. He scoffed, and with a sudden flick, his Soft Sword instantly split into two long, whip-like sections.
CRACK!
With a sharp crack, Zhou Yi lashed out with the whip-like blades, sending them coiling toward Lin Feng.
WHOOSH!
Immediately after, Zhou Yi's hands became a blur, wielding the whip-like swords like incredibly agile pythons that stabbed at every part of Lin Feng's body.
Faced with this dense onslaught, Lin Feng moved with incredible speed, leaving a trail of afterimages in his wake. Each time his figure came to a stop, he had already evaded the rain of sword strikes.
BANG!
Seizing an opportunity, Lin Feng swung his Short Blade, striking the flat of the Soft Sword's blade.
The tip of the Soft Sword instantly bent, and the entire blade shuddered, nearly slipping from his grasp.
At the same time, Lin Feng used the recoil to leap onto another tree. He then tapped his toes lightly on a branch and shot toward Zhou Yi once more.
When Zhou Yi saw this, his expression grew serious. He hadn't expected Lin Feng's combat skills to be so clever.
Not to be outdone, he flicked his Soft Sword and then whipped it forward. The half-section of the sword shot toward Lin Feng's vital points like a soaring dragon.
SWISH!
Lin Feng's gaze turned icy. With a quick shift of his feet, he moved with uncanny agility to dodge the attack, thrusting his Short Blade forward at the same time.
TING!
The Short Blade and Soft Sword clashed in mid-air with a metallic ring, then instantly sprang apart.
But just as they created some distance, Zhou Yi abruptly appeared behind Lin Feng. His Soft Sword moved like a giant net, instantly enveloping Lin Feng's entire body.
SWOOSH!
Lin Feng's movements were incredibly nimble. He barely managed to dodge Zhou Yi's sneak attack at the last possible second, but the Short Blade was snatched from his hand.
"You've lost. Now die!"
With a jolt of his arm, the tip of Zhou Yi's Soft Sword plunged into Lin Feng's abdomen.
However, he felt no joy from his successful strike, because he could sense that Lin Feng's breathing was still steady. Apparently, the attack hadn't caused any real damage.
Lin Feng looked at Zhou Yi, a cold smile touching his lips. He shook his head and said, "You want to take my life with this level of skill? You're dreaming."
The moment he finished speaking, a dagger in Lin Feng's hand was already streaking forward. The strike was blindingly fast.
TING!
Just as Lin Feng's dagger came within an inch of him, Zhou Yi's eyebrows shot up. He twisted his body just in time, and the blade scraped harmlessly past his neck.
Lin Feng flicked his wrist to retract the short dagger, then his figure flashed as he lunged at Zhou Yi again.
Zhou Yi's face was ashen. He had never imagined that Lin Feng could break through his defenses under such conditions and get behind him.
If he hadn't sensed the danger and changed direction at the last second, he would have been decapitated.
This was difficult for him to accept. Logically, he should have been able to kill Lin Feng; after all, there was still a significant gap between their cultivation realms.
Just then, Zhou Yi saw a chilling smile spread across Lin Feng's lips. He knew he'd been tricked again.
'This crafty little bastard.'
He roared with fury in his heart, but there was no time for regrets. He could only grit his teeth and fight for his life.
But Lin Feng was no saint. He instantly closed the distance, his Short Blade a blur of motion. In the blink of an eye, he unleashed dozens of strikes, each one viciously sharp, trying to overwhelm Zhou Yi so he couldn't retaliate.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
The sound of clashing weapons was incessant.
Lin Feng's movements grew ever faster, but Zhou Yi was also incredibly strong. Within a few short breaths, he had already adapted to Lin Feng's attack rhythm, even managing to counterattack while parrying!
BAM!
With a muffled thud, Lin Feng's fist slammed viciously against the blade in Zhou Yi's hand, unleashing a violent surge of Inner Strength.
This violent wave of True Essence sent surrounding rubble and grass flying everywhere. Both Lin Feng and Zhou Yi were thrown back several steps.
Zhou Yi's right arm, which held the Soft Sword, was numb. The web of his thumb had split open, and blood dripped down the blade onto the ground.
Meanwhile, a bloody gash appeared on Lin Feng's left shoulder, an injury from Zhou Yi's Sword Qi.
They had exchanged dozens of blows in a single instant, but neither could gain the upper hand.
"You're not bad," Lin Feng said. "But this fight isn't over yet!"
Lin Feng launched a roundhouse kick with his right leg. It cut through the air with a sound like wind and thunder, its power astonishing.
Zhou Yi's pupils shrank at the sight. He retreated rapidly, then stomped hard on the ground, using the force to launch himself high into the air.
As his body rose, the Soft Sword in his hand traced several flashes of silver light in mid-air before he brought it down in a vicious chop toward Lin Feng.
The force behind this strike was immense, splitting the air with a deafening roar.
Lin Feng's eyes flashed. He swept his dagger in a circular arc to block Zhou Yi's Soft Sword.
CRACK!
As the two Spiritual Artifacts clashed, Zhou Yi felt an immense force travel up his Soft Sword, causing him to stagger in mid-air.