The Capital's Dragon Doctor

All it would take was a slight lapse in Lin Feng's vigilance, and he could defeat him in one fell swoop.

But Lin Feng let out a cold snort. Tapping his toes against the air and using the force of Zhou Yi's pull, he launched his body into a spin.

Planting both hands on the ground, he vaulted up and unleashed a vicious roundhouse kick aimed straight at Zhou Yi's chin.

Zhou Yi's arms were wrapped around Lin Feng's legs, hard as if forged from steel. He let Lin Feng's kick land on them without budging an inch.

SMACK!

Lin Feng's kick landed on his shoulder, but he absorbed the blow.

"Hahaha."

Zhou Yi laughed heartily. "Is that all you've got? The thought of beating me is pure fantasy. You should just give up!"

Lin Feng gave Zhou Yi a cool glance but didn't bother to reply.

With a sudden exertion of strength, Lin Feng forced Zhou Yi's arms apart. Then, his figure blurred as he gracefully and swiftly retreated backward.

"Trying to run? In your dreams! Since you want to play, I'll be more than happy to play along!"

Zhou Yi snorted and was about to give chase.

But Lin Feng's speed was incredible. In the blink of an eye, he was already a hundred meters away.

WHOOSH!

With a sound of rushing air, Zhou Yi's figure gave chase. His Body Technique was bizarre; he seemed to glide, almost sticking to the ground.

He left deep footprints on the tree trunks he passed, yet his movement wasn't hindered in the slightest. Clearly, the Body Technique he practiced was of a very high caliber.

When he caught up to Lin Feng again, the corner of his mouth curled into a disdainful sneer. His figure suddenly accelerated, and he instantly appeared at Lin Feng's side. He then swung his right hand in a knife-hand strike, chopping toward Lin Feng's chest.

Lin Feng shot backward, but Zhou Yi's assault followed like a relentless tide. His attacks were ferocious, palm strike after palm strike, each one powerful enough to stir the air, but Lin Feng deftly dodged them all.

WHOOSH!

Lin Feng twisted away, barely dodging Zhou Yi's palm. But Zhou Yi had anticipated this. The moment his palm missed, he changed his attack, sweeping his right arm across like a javelin aimed straight for Lin Feng's ribs.

Seeing this, Lin Feng quickly sucked in his gut and braced himself, crossing his arms to block Zhou Yi's right arm.

BANG!

A tremendous force slammed into him. The elbow strike sent Lin Feng flying several yards, and he crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

But in the next moment, fighting through the intense pain from his injuries, he struggled back to his feet. Though he was severely wounded, it didn't seem to affect his combat prowess.

"Heh."

Zhou Yi, however, looked completely unfazed. His eyes were ice-cold, and his gaze was filled with mockery as he looked at Lin Feng.

"Is this the source of your confidence, the reason you think you can kill me? It's not very impressive. With your half-baked skills, you think you have the right to challenge me?"

Zhou Yi gave Lin Feng a mocking smile, his tone dripping with contempt. He was clearly much stronger than Lin Feng, who was now grievously injured. All of this was more than enough to prove the gap between them.

"You don't actually think you've won, do you?"

Lin Feng looked up at him, the corners of his lips curling into a wicked smile. 'Zhou Yi's strength is indeed formidable,' he thought, 'but when have I, Lin Feng, ever been afraid of anyone?'

"Oh?"

Hearing Lin Feng's words, Zhou Yi faltered. A flicker of doubt crossed his mind, because Lin Feng's reaction was completely unexpected.

He had planned to press his advantage and finish Lin Feng off in one fell swoop, but he never expected Lin Feng to show not a single trace of panic.

"Do you think I'm so easily frightened?"

Lin Feng said, shaking his head.

"Then let me show you my true power!"

Zhou Yi sneered. Done with words, and with his Soft Sword having been knocked from his grasp earlier, he produced a short dagger with a flick of his wrist.

SWISH!

Zhou Yi's figure shot forward. A cold gleam flashed through the air as his dagger appeared at Lin Feng's throat, his face still twisted in that same ferocious smile.

But a wicked smile played on Lin Feng's lips. With a casual flick of his hand, he accurately caught Zhou Yi by the wrist.

Zhou Yi's dagger was incredibly sharp, but Lin Feng remained unmoved, his expression not changing in the slightest.

Zhou Yi's eyebrow twitched, his eyes revealing a bone-chilling killing intent. Lin Feng's move had thoroughly enraged him.

He tried to force the dagger down, but was shocked to find that Lin Feng's hand seemed welded to his wrist. He couldn't move the dagger an inch, let alone slit Lin Feng's throat.

"Let's see how long you can hold out."

Zhou Yi's gaze grew cold and sinister. He clenched his free hand into a fist and threw a vicious punch at Lin Feng's head.

The punch carried an incomparably powerful force, tearing through the air. In its path, trees snapped and even stones on the ground shattered.

Feeling the terrifying threat, Lin Feng's pupils contracted. With a slight shift of his body, the ferocious punch grazed past his ear.

Without pausing after the punch, Zhou Yi stomped his foot and launched himself into the air again, aiming an even more vicious kick at Lin Feng's abdomen.

His attacks were strange and unpredictable, making them nearly impossible to defend against, but Lin Feng's agility was equally shocking to him.

Lin Feng's body shifted sideways in a strange, unnatural way. While not a direct counter, the move was enough to throw off the trajectory of Zhou Yi's attack.

As their bodies brushed past each other again, Lin Feng's arm shot out like a striking viper and clamped onto Zhou Yi's other wrist. This caused Zhou Yi's eyes to narrow.

RRRIP!

Zhou Yi's sleeve was torn open. Lin Feng pressed his advantage, closing the distance and throwing a vicious hook at Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi let out a cold shout and met Lin Feng's fist with his own. The force of their collision was immense.

Lin Feng's face flushed and his body trembled slightly from the impact, but his fist held its course and slammed squarely into Zhou Yi's lower abdomen.

Zhou Yi let out a muffled grunt and was sent stumbling back five or six steps before he could regain his footing. An excruciating pain shot through his abdomen; he knew his internal organs must be damaged.

THUD!

Lin Feng also fell to the ground from the recoil, but he didn't stay down, immediately executing a kip-up to get back on his feet.

His eyes were perfectly calm. The recent exchange had made him clearly aware of the gap between his strength and Zhou Yi's.

But he wasn't discouraged. On the contrary, the fiercer the battle, the more courageously he fought. After that vicious exchange, his application of martial arts had already reached a new level.

Although he hadn't comprehended any new techniques, his understanding of martial arts had improved by leaps and bounds.

Zhou Yi stared coldly at Lin Feng. Although Lin Feng looked battered and disheveled,

his aura was now even more imposing, which made a sense of vigilance rise in Zhou Yi's heart.