Chapter 408: Exchanging Blows
Zhou Yi was already starting to regret his decision. If he had known it would come to this, he never would have taken the risk of fighting Lin Feng.
WHOOSH.
Just then, a gentle breeze swept by, stirring up clouds of dust. Through the haze, Lin Feng's figure appeared in Zhou Yi's sight.
Lin Feng slowly approached, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"Zhou Yi, you will die here today!"
The moment the words left his mouth, Lin Feng vanished.
SWISH!
With a series of soft whooshes, Lin Feng moved like a phantom, appearing at Zhou Yi's side in an instant.
'So fast. But there's something wrong with the way he's using his legs when he moves. He must have used up a lot of energy.'
Zhou Yi saw the problem with Lin Feng's form. He had noticed a clue. Instantly, his mind shifted, and he changed his strategy, preparing to escape.
But ultimately, he had still underestimated Lin Feng. As Lin Feng closed in, he unleashed a roundhouse kick aimed at Zhou Yi's neck.
The kick was terrifyingly powerful. If it landed, Zhou Yi would be lucky to survive.
Zhou Yi gritted his teeth and twisted away, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow. He stumbled back several steps before catching his balance.
"Damn it!"
Zhou Yi's expression was savage. He wanted nothing more than to tear Lin Feng to shreds, but he didn't dare make a rash move, worried that Lin Feng was still hiding his true strength.
Just then, Lin Feng's figure shot forward again. This time, his fist was clenched tight, and he brought it crashing down on Zhou Yi as if to smash him flat with a single blow.
"Brat, do you really think I'm out of tricks?"
Seeing Lin Feng pressuring him so relentlessly, leaving no room for retreat, a cold, murderous glint flashed in Zhou Yi's eyes.
His body trembled as his aura surged, becoming dense and powerful, seemingly endless.
This was the unique aura of a Peak Late-Stage Innate Martial Artist.
As this aura spread, Lin Feng immediately felt an inexplicable pressure, as if Zhou Yi were carrying a great mountain on his shoulders. The weight made his breathing turn sluggish.
BOOM!
He threw a punch that carried the force of a thunderclap, blasting toward Lin Feng. Lin Feng felt his breath quicken, and sweat poured from his brow.
But Lin Feng paid it no mind. A look of sheer determination flashed in his eyes.
He threw a punch of his own, meeting Zhou Yi's head-on.
"You're courting death."
When Zhou Yi saw Lin Feng advance instead of retreat, he sneered inwardly. 'He must have a death wish, choosing to clash with me head-on.'
But in the next moment, his expression froze.
He felt his ferocious punch had been completely stopped by Lin Feng's single move!
"The Tai Chi technique of 'four ounces deflecting a thousand pounds'?"
Zhou Yi frowned, deep in thought.
He suddenly recalled this martial art.
But Zhou Yi didn't give up. He once again channeled the power and Inner Strength in his body, infusing his fist with it, intending to shatter Lin Feng's defense completely.
However, to his surprise, Lin Feng's fists remained as steady as a boulder!
Although Lin Feng was being forced back under the pressure, his defense remained completely intact, preventing Zhou Yi from breaking through!
"This..."
Under these circumstances, it was Zhou Yi's turn to be utterly astonished.
He never imagined that Lin Feng's mastery of Tai Chi Fist techniques had reached such an unbelievable level. It was simply inconceivable.
Zhou Yi's expression flickered, but he pulled back and retreated. Continuing to attack like this was pointless. It was better to create some distance and look for a new opening in Lin Feng's defense.
"If that's how it is, I'll just have to change my tactics."
Zhou Yi muttered to himself. His eyes, sharp as a hawk's, slowly closed and then snapped open, a cold gleam shooting from their depths.
In the next instant, Zhou Yi struck again.
His speed was phenomenal. He moved like a phantom, appearing before Lin Feng in an instant.
At the same time, Zhou Yi's hands formed into claws and shot toward Lin Feng's throat, intending to crush his windpipe.
BANG!
Lin Feng sensed the danger and jerked backward, dodging the attack.
But just then, a strange smile curved Zhou Yi's lips. His other arm shot up, aiming straight for Lin Feng's chest.
He was aiming to destroy Lin Feng's Dantian!
This was his true killing blow!
"Such a fast technique!"
Lin Feng's pupils constricted. He hadn't expected Zhou Yi to react so quickly, and his techniques were cunning and unpredictable, making them impossible to guard against.
But Lin Feng was Lin Feng, after all. He quickly recovered, leaning back just in time to evade Zhou Yi's fatal strike.
But the moment he straightened up, Zhou Yi's elbow shot out like a striking viper, slamming into his abdomen.
THUD!
A sharp pain shot through Lin Feng's abdomen. His body instantly doubled over, and he nearly fell to his knees, but he managed to stay upright.
Zhou Yi's assault didn't end there. Seizing the opportunity, he pressed forward, raising a foot to kick Lin Feng in the stomach and send him flying.
'Damn it.'
Fury flashed across Lin Feng's face, but right now, he was out of options.
He could only just manage to twist aside to avoid the kick, then roll backward to create some distance from Zhou Yi.
But Zhou Yi pressed his advantage. With a stomp of his foot, he launched himself forward, pouncing on Lin Feng once more.
Lin Feng was now in a sorry state. His clothes were in disarray, his face was covered in dust, and a sharp pain throbbed in his abdomen, draining the color from his face.
PFFT!
Zhou Yi's fist slammed into Lin Feng's chest again. He spat out a mouthful of blood, staggered back a few steps, and finally collapsed to the ground.
"Hahaha!"
Looking down at the heavily injured Lin Feng on the ground, Zhou Yi roared with laughter.
"Lin Feng, not so arrogant now, are you?!" Zhou Yi's tone was filled with ridicule and mockery. "Who the hell do you think you are, daring to challenge me?"
"Hmph. You were just asking to die." Zhou Yi snorted, his gaze chilling as he slowly walked toward Lin Feng.
As Zhou Yi's cold, murderous voice echoed, Lin Feng slowly struggled to his feet. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes resolute as he stared coldly at Zhou Yi.
"Stop putting on an act. Get on your knees, kowtow three times, and beg for your life. If you do, maybe I'll consider sparing you."
Zhou Yi watched Lin Feng with amusement. 'This guy still dares to talk back to me? He really doesn't know his place.'
"You want me to kowtow to you? Are you even worthy?"
Lin Feng said coldly.
"Heh. Just because you lasted a few rounds, you really think you're my match?" Zhou Yi shook his head. "Today, I'll show you who the real king is!"