Chapter 403: Retreat
Lin Feng's brow furrowed. He could feel the dense killing intent radiating from Zhou Yi. If this dragged on, he was afraid he'd be worn down to death.
This time, he didn't retreat. Instead, his figure moved like a phantom, instantly closing the distance to Zhou Yi.
WHOOM!
A low, muffled sound emanated from within Lin Feng's body as his aura instantly surged to its peak.
He gritted his teeth, circulating the Inner Strength from his Dantian through all his meridians before throwing a vicious punch at Zhou Yi.
BANG!
Two surging torrents of Spiritual Qi erupted and collided head-on.
A dazzling white spiritual light erupted. Lin Feng and Zhou Yi both shuddered violently, their feet taking three steps back in unison.
"Hah!"
Lin Feng roared. He knew that if this kept up, neither of them would come out on top today.
So he decided to press his advantage. He abruptly raised his right leg and landed a powerful roundhouse kick on Zhou Yi's chest.
Zhou Yi grunted, his body sent flying backward. He somersaulted once in mid-air before landing steadily on his feet.
A trace of astonishment appeared in Zhou Yi's eyes. He hadn't expected to come off worse in that exchange with Lin Feng.
Lin Feng's attacking power was terrifying. Each blow felt like a mountain crashing down on him, the might simply staggering!
Zhou Yi took a deep breath, his expression hardening with resolve.
He had come prepared. The situation was merely a little more unexpected than he'd anticipated; it wasn't enough to make him lose his cool.
Lin Feng walked slowly toward Zhou Yi, his eyes fixed on his enemy. He knew the real contest was about to begin. He could no longer afford to hold anything back.
He had already used his full strength just now. Zhou Yi's combat experience was incredibly rich. Even though his cultivation realm was far inferior, he was proving extremely difficult to handle. Moreover, it seemed Zhou Yi still had a trump card up his sleeve. Lin Feng knew he had to be cautious.
SWISH!
With a single leap, Zhou Yi vanished. An instant later, he reappeared to Lin Feng's left.
With a flick of his wrist, he sent a sharp beam of sword light slashing toward Lin Feng.
Lin Feng raised an eyebrow, surprised by Zhou Yi's reaction speed.
But despite his surprise, Lin Feng remained calm. He stomped his foot, his body drifting to the left to evade the deadly surprise attack.
He then drifted backward, putting some distance between himself and Zhou Yi.
WHOOSH!
While Zhou Yi was momentarily stunned, a barrage of sword beams shot toward Lin Feng at high speed.
Lin Feng's eyes narrowed. He swung both fists, striking out like an azure dragon's claws, and boldly smashed into the sword beams, shattering them instantly.
He shot forward like a cheetah, his body a streaking meteor that closed the distance to Zhou Yi in the blink of an eye.
'This kid... his fighting style is so bizarre!'
Seeing Lin Feng break through his assault almost unscathed, Zhou Yi couldn't help but frown. Lin Feng's performance was far more than he'd expected.
Reaching Zhou Yi, Lin Feng brought both fists down toward his head. It was his signature move—he liked to end fights with a single, decisive blow.
SWOOSH!
At that moment, Zhou Yi's palms began to dance, his hands blurring into a flurry of afterimages.
BAM!
Zhou Yi's palms slammed against Lin Feng's fists. A sharp, numbing pain shot through Lin Feng's knuckles, as if his bones were about to shatter!
STUMBLE, STUMBLE, STUMBLE!
The impact forced Lin Feng to retreat continuously. He stumbled back seven or eight steps before regaining his footing.
Zhou Yi, on the other hand, stood his ground without moving an inch. His breathing, however, had become somewhat ragged, losing its initial calm and steady rhythm.
But his eyes blazed with fervent battle intent. Lin Feng's identity was a complete mystery, and his fighting style and power were incredibly bizarre.
He was now thoroughly interested in Lin Feng, and the last trace of his initial condescension vanished completely.
"I admit, I underestimated you. Now, I'm getting serious. Prepare to die!"
The battle intent in Zhou Yi's eyes burned even brighter. A sharp glint flashed across them as his clothes billowed out, inflated by his expanding aura.
As soon as the words left his mouth, Zhou Yi bent his knees and shot upward in a high leap.
"Thunderbolt Palm!"
Zhou Yi roared. His body shot down like a bolt of lightning, his arms crossed like a blade as he chopped down at Lin Feng.
Zhou Yi had actually unleashed his ultimate technique. This was something Lin Feng dared not underestimate.
Lin Feng had just gotten a taste of the Thunderbolt Palm's power. It was an incredibly domineering martial art; even he wasn't keen on taking this attack head-on.
Therefore, Lin Feng had to find another way to neutralize the offensive.
He crossed his arms in front of his chest, crouched slightly, and assumed a standard defensive stance.
BANG!
Zhou Yi's palm-blade struck Lin Feng's forearms with a heavy thud. A tremor ran through Zhou Yi's arm.
His body was immediately thrown back by the rebound. His arm quickly straightened out, looking completely unharmed.
But his eyes revealed a grave expression. 'I used sixty percent of my strength in that last palm strike!'
'But it didn't budge Lin Feng in the slightest.' The result shocked Zhou Yi; Lin Feng's strength was beyond his imagination!
'Just who is this Lin Feng? His cultivation realm is clearly weaker than mine, yet he possesses such strange and unpredictable techniques. It's simply incomprehensible!'
FWOOSH!
Lin Feng's hands suddenly snapped open. He pushed his palms outward, and a force powerful enough to topple mountains and overturn seas erupted from them, sweeping toward Zhou Yi.
The power of this palm strike was even greater than before, startling Zhou Yi. Lin Feng's attack had somehow grown even more ferocious!
'How is this possible?'
'How did he suddenly become so much fiercer? And where did this extra strength come from?'
Zhou Yi's expression flickered with uncertainty, but he quickly regained his composure. "Hmph!" he said in a cold, hard voice. "You think a move like that can hurt me? Keep dreaming!"
He snorted, tapped his foot lightly on the ground, and his figure vanished like a phantom.
Lin Feng's fists grazed past where he had been and slammed into the ground, sending dust and dirt flying.
When Zhou Yi reappeared, he was already behind Lin Feng, striking at his shoulders with both palms. This was close-quarters combat, his specialty.
THUD!
Zhou Yi's palms landed heavily on Lin Feng's back, but the impact felt soft and yielding, as if he had struck a wad of cotton.
'What kind of technique is this skillful redirection of force?'
'How can he dissipate my strength so easily?'
Feeling the bizarre sensation travel up from his palms, Zhou Yi's brow furrowed slightly.