The Capital's Dragon Doctor

The moment the words left his mouth, Zhou Yi shot forward, becoming a blur that streaked toward Lin Feng. In the blink of an eye, he was right in front of him.

"Die!"

Zhou Yi roared, striking out with a palm aimed for Lin Feng's head.

But Lin Feng, instead of retreating, charged forward to meet Zhou Yi head-on. Despite his injuries, he showed no intention of backing down. On the contrary, empowered by his Inner Strength, his advance was even more ferocious!

"BAM!"

Their palms collided. For an instant, the very air seemed to crackle and explode.

Lin Feng and Zhou Yi both grunted, staggering back several steps.

The calm that had just returned to Lin Feng's face was replaced by a grimace of pain. He had clearly been injured in that last exchange.

'This guy is so strong.'

'And I can feel it… he's not even using his full strength yet.'

Lin Feng frowned. He had already reached the Peak of Late Stage Innate, but his opponent was at the same level.

Yet in terms of raw combat strength, Lin Feng was clearly at a slight disadvantage.

This was all because Zhou Yi had access to far greater resources, making his power deeper and more robust.

As a result, the gap between them was only growing wider.

Lin Feng's body trembled. Each of Zhou Yi's blows landed like a sledgehammer, making it almost impossible for him to bear.

And these were merely Zhou Yi's probing attacks; he was still holding back. If this turned into a true fight to the death, Lin Feng's defeat was all but certain!

"What, you can't even block my attacks anymore?"

Zhou Yi sneered, then his right leg swept out in a vicious arc aimed at Lin Feng's neck, as if to decapitate him.

"CLANG!"

Lin Feng scrambled to block, using the powerful momentum of the blow to propel himself backward and dissipate the force.

But just as he regained his footing, Zhou Yi's left knee shot upward, aiming straight for Lin Feng's vulnerable abdomen!

Lin Feng reacted instantly, throwing his hands down to block.

"THUD!"

A dull thud sounded as Zhou Yi's knee slammed into Lin Feng's guard. The force of the impact was so great that Zhou Yi's own leg buckled, nearly causing him to fall to one knee.

"Heh, not bad."

Zhou Yi let out a cold laugh. He swung his leg around like a whip, aiming to smash Lin Feng's head to a pulp.

Gritting his teeth, Lin Feng scrambled backward, raising his arms to defend. But just then, Zhou Yi suddenly pivoted. The kick was a feint—his real target was Lin Feng's midsection, and he drove his left shoulder forward to strike!

'This bastard. He knows my abdomen is injured.'

After narrowly dodging another blow, a grave expression filled Lin Feng's eyes.

His opponent's goal was obvious: he was mixing feints with real attacks, trying to worsen the injury to his abdomen.

But knowing this didn't make it any less difficult. After all, any one of his opponent's feints could instantly become a genuine strike.

"Heh heh, do you get it now? You can't possibly keep up with my speed."

Zhou Yi's expression was savage, as if he could already see Lin Feng's corpse.

"Since you understand, then die!"

Zhou Yi roared, suddenly accelerating and attacking Lin Feng once again.

'I can't take this head-on!'

A sharp glint flashed in his eyes, and Lin Feng made his decision in an instant.

He twisted his body aside, evading Zhou Yi's attack. Then, with a quick shift of his feet, he shot forward like a phantom, closing the distance in a flash. His right leg whipped out with a whistling roar, aimed straight at Zhou Yi's head.

Lin Feng's counterattack was so fast and sudden that it left an afterimage hanging in the air.

As Lin Feng's kick closed in, Zhou Yi's reaction was just as sharp; he immediately sensed the imminent danger.

"WHOOSH!"

He threw his arms up to shield himself from Lin Feng's attack, and simultaneously, his right leg shot out, kicking viciously at Lin Feng's shin.

'Heh, just as I thought.'

Lin Feng wasn't surprised to see the counter-kick. After fighting for a while, he was starting to figure out Zhou Yi's habits.

Zhou Yi liked to use his superiority to suppress his opponents with a flurry of moves. Only when he had an absolute advantage would he commit to a decisive exchange.

But Lin Feng wasn't playing his game.

"BANG!"

With two muffled thuds, Zhou Yi's body shuddered violently. He couldn't stop himself from stumbling back five or six steps before regaining his balance.

Lin Feng seized the opening, lunging forward like a cheetah to close the distance. He balled his left hand into a fist and smashed it toward Zhou Yi's head.

Zhou Yi's pupils contracted. He wanted to dodge, but it was too late. Lin Feng was too fast, and Zhou Yi had already lost the initiative. Evasion was impossible!

He could only raise his arms to block Lin Feng's attack.

"BOOM!"

Lin Feng's fist connected solidly with Zhou Yi's forearms.

The force of the punch sent Zhou Yi flying, his body tracing an arc through the air.

He hit the ground and skidded for more than ten meters before finally slamming into a tree, which brought his momentum to a halt.

"Cough, cough."

Zhou Yi coughed violently. A trickle of scarlet blood ran from the corner of his mouth; Lin Feng had clearly injured his internal organs.

"Lin Feng, you've got guts! I'll remember this!"

Zhou Yi clutched his chest and stood up, the expression on his face savage and crazed.

"I won't just make you remember me, I'm going to kill you!"

Lin Feng roared. He stomped his right foot on the ground, and his body shot toward Zhou Yi like a cannonball, leaving an afterimage in his wake.

"Courting death!"

Zhou Yi erupted in fury. He was completely enraged. This brat he'd been suppressing and injuring actually dared to provoke him after gaining the slightest advantage? He was courting death!

"BAM!"

The two collided violently. Once again, Lin Feng was sent flying back, spitting blood.

But he didn't stop his assault. He spun in mid-air, bringing a leg around to smash down on Zhou Yi's head.

"Scram!"

However, just as Lin Feng's kick was about to connect with his forehead, Zhou Yi suddenly shot his right arm up, bringing it down like an axe on Lin Feng's right leg and perfectly neutralizing the attack.

Simultaneously, Zhou Yi's other leg shot out, aimed straight for Lin Feng's chest.

At that moment, all Lin Feng could do was mount a hasty defense as Zhou Yi's kick landed squarely on his chest with brutal simplicity.

"Hmph, don't even think that move will work on me!"

Though the kick landed solidly on his chest, Lin Feng didn't retreat. Instead, he planted one foot forward and actually managed to absorb the force of a blow powerful enough to shatter stone and steel!

He hadn't retreated, but he felt a sharp, stabbing pain in his chest as the coppery taste of blood welled up in his throat.

'Damn it!'

Lin Feng cursed inwardly, his mind racing.