Chapter 402: Lockdown
Seizing the opportunity, Lin Feng flipped his dagger and thrust it at Zhou Yi's chest.
Zhou Yi's pupils contracted at the sight. He once again brandished his Soft Sword, weaving a web of light that blocked every possible path for Lin Feng's dagger.
CLANG!
The continuous clang of metal rang out as both Lin Feng and Zhou Yi were forced back.
WHOOSH!
Zhou Yi took a deep breath. His Soft Sword carved an arc through the air as he lunged forward.
As fast as lightning, he appeared before Lin Feng. His Soft Sword struck like a viper, slashing viciously at Lin Feng's neck.
Lin Feng's eyes hardened. He instantly brought his dagger up to block while sweeping his right leg toward Zhou Yi's knee, trying to force him back.
But Zhou Yi ignored the fierce kick, pressing his attack on Lin Feng's neck. He was clearly banking on landing the first decisive blow.
Lin Feng's eyes turned glacial. His dagger slashed upward, aiming for Zhou Yi's armpit, while his left leg kicked out in a vicious attempt to cripple him.
But Zhou Yi was prepared. With a flick of his wrist, the Soft Sword coiled around Lin Feng's ankle.
RIP!
The dagger slid off the Soft Sword and ripped through Zhou Yi's clothes, but failed to wound him.
With a grim expression, Zhou Yi gripped his sword with both hands and yanked hard, deflecting Lin Feng's dagger.
Lin Feng's brow furrowed. 'This Zhou Yi is incredibly cunning,' he thought. Even though his last attack seemed to have the advantage, he hadn't managed to land a single scratch.
Furthermore, his opponent's martial arts were so bizarre and tricky that all his offensives ended in failure.
After a few more seconds of stalemate, Zhou Yi flicked his wrist. The Soft Sword flew from his hand, shooting straight for Lin Feng's head.
SWOOSH!
The arc the Soft Sword traced was breathtakingly beautiful, as bright as the moon.
Hmph!
Lin Feng snorted coldly and swung his dagger to meet the Soft Sword head-on. The two weapons collided in mid-air, sending sparks flying and producing a series of clear, ringing chimes.
After clashing, both weapons recoiled back into their owners' hands. In that same instant, Zhou Yi's figure vanished.
Lin Feng's eyes narrowed. He could see Zhou Yi's form flickering around him like an illusion, making it impossible to pinpoint his true position.
SWISH!
Several flashes of sword light materialized from nowhere, bearing down on Lin Feng with a cold gleam.
Lin Feng thrust out his dagger, easily parrying the flashes of light. But just as he prepared to counter-attack, Zhou Yi's figure abruptly materialized at his side.
PFFT!
A spray of blood erupted from Lin Feng's side. He glanced down at the wound near his waist, his expression turning grave.
'I never expected Zhou Yi to be lying in wait at my flank. One lapse in concentration and that could have been disastrous,' he thought.
A glint appeared in Zhou Yi's eyes. Without a moment's hesitation, he kicked off the ground and shot toward Lin Feng, his speed increasing in a blur. At the same time, he gripped his Soft Sword in one hand and began to spin in mid-air.
The spinning Soft Sword formed a massive, whistling sword-wheel that smashed toward Lin Feng. Zhou Yi's arm trembled, the blade vibrating intensely in his hand.
A cold light flashed in Lin Feng's eyes. He pushed off the ground with his toes and shot backward, evading the sword-wheel attack.
CLANG!
A loud clang echoed. The battle between Zhou Yi and Lin Feng was incredibly intense. Zhou Yi's Body Technique was astonishingly fast.
But Lin Feng's Body Technique was even more profound and unpredictable. Their figures flickered back and forth, each desperately seeking to land a fatal blow.
The fight was incredibly fierce. While Zhou Yi's Body Technique was refined, Lin Feng's was more mysterious, allowing him to consistently anticipate his opponent's next move.
As the fight wore on, Zhou Yi's face gradually grew pale.
Lin Feng, on the other hand, still seemed to be fighting with ease. Although he had been wounded, the injury wasn't serious—just a flesh wound.
Seeing that his relentless attacks were getting him nowhere, Zhou Yi grew anxious.
He had prepared himself for a difficult fight, but only now, in the heat of battle, did he realize just how formidable Lin Feng truly was.
SHIING!
A blade flashed through the air, aimed straight at Lin Feng's face.
It was an opening in Lin Feng's defense. Zhou Yi seized it, brandishing his Soft Sword and thrusting directly at Lin Feng's throat.
A smile crept onto Zhou Yi's lips. He was certain Lin Feng wouldn't dare to meet such a fierce strike directly. But then, the unthinkable happened.
TANG!
Just as the Soft Sword was about to pierce his throat, Lin Feng flicked his dagger with his fingers.
The dark dagger instantly knocked the Soft Sword aside. With a slight shift of his body, Lin Feng made his dagger dance in the air, tracing a pattern like a blooming flower.
Zhou Yi was aghast. 'I completely underestimated him!' He'd never imagined that on top of Lin Feng's profound martial skill, his combat experience was so immense.
Zhou Yi twisted away, narrowly dodging Lin Feng's dagger.
He immediately gripped his Soft Sword's hilt with both hands, using his momentum to leap as the blade transformed into a cold streak of light aimed at Lin Feng's throat.
Lin Feng leaned forward slightly, his dagger flashing out to meet the attack.
TING!
The Soft Sword and the dagger collided with the sharp ring of metal on metal.
Using the force of the rebound, Zhou Yi instantly put distance between them. His eyes remained locked on Lin Feng, knowing he had just let another golden opportunity slip by.
Without a moment's hesitation, he kicked off a nearby wall and shot toward Lin Feng like a cannonball. He knew he couldn't give Lin Feng a single moment to recover; otherwise, today's defeat would be certain.
Zhou Yi's objective was clear: take down Lin Feng as quickly as possible. It was his only hope for victory, and so he began to fight with desperate abandon.
BOOM!
A massive amount of Inner Strength erupted, completely enveloping Zhou Yi. Carried by a gale of raw power, he appeared before Lin Feng in the blink of an eye, the Soft Sword in his hand shimmering with an eerie light as he stabbed at Lin Feng's face.
While Zhou Yi's overall power wasn't exceptional, his martial techniques were incredibly well-honed—one might even say they'd reached the pinnacle of perfection. That was what allowed him to employ such a desperate, all-or-nothing fighting style.
As Zhou Yi rushed him, a cold light flashed in Lin Feng's eyes. He chose not to block the attack head-on, opting instead to dodge to the side.
BANG!
Lin Feng dodged several meters to the side, evading the ferocious blow, but Zhou Yi's blade continued to press him relentlessly.
Under Zhou Yi's relentless pursuit, Lin Feng swayed and stumbled.
PFFT!
Blood sprayed from Lin Feng's shoulder. He had only survived because his reflexes were fast enough to evade the killing blow. Had he been a fraction of a second slower, he would now be dead.
"Haha... you're finished!"
Zhou Yi roared with laughter, his face contorted in a savage grin, his eyes filled with exhilaration. His attacks became even more frenzied as he tried to overwhelm Lin Feng and finish him off for good.