Chapter 412: Slay
Each and every move carried a sharp, murderous aura.
"Hmph!"
Lin Feng snorted, his figure shooting backward once more.
"You're finished!"
A sharp glint flashed in Zhou Yi's eyes as he strode toward Lin Feng, wanting to cut him down in one fell swoop.
But just then, a strange light suddenly bloomed in Lin Feng's eyes.
His figure flickered, vanishing from the spot in an instant. Then, with the speed of lightning, he appeared behind Zhou Yi.
He thrust out both palms, slamming them onto Zhou Yi's shoulders. An incomparably domineering power surged from Lin Feng's hands.
"CRACK!"
A sickening crunch of bone came from Zhou Yi's body. He let out a muffled groan and was thrown backward.
'How could this be!'
Zhou Yi stared at his body in disbelief. He could clearly feel that parts of his shoulder blades had been shattered.
His entire left side was gradually growing numb and weak, as if it no longer obeyed his commands.
'H-How did this guy do it? How did his speed suddenly get so fast!'
'He was clearly exhausted just a moment ago. Could it be that he was hiding his true strength?'
As the pain began to register, Zhou Yi was utterly shaken. He never would have imagined that Lin Feng could suddenly erupt with such power.
"Lin Feng, you bastard!"
Zhou Yi roared in fury. His cheeks flushed red with rage as he glared at Lin Feng, looking like he wanted to devour him whole.
"I told you I would defeat you,"
Lin Feng said nonchalantly, shaking out his aching and swollen hands.
Although he had gained a slight upper hand in that exchange, the price he paid was not small.
His physical condition was terrible right now. If this continued, he might very well fall to Zhou Yi's vicious attacks.
Therefore, he needed to end this fight quickly!
"I will kill you. I swear it!"
Zhou Yi's voice was bone-chillingly cold. His expression was grim, like a demon that had crawled up from the nine hells.
He stood up, his legs slightly bent and his muscles tensed. He slowly raised his arms, spreading them wide in a posture that showed he was gathering power.
He clenched his fists, his eyes locked firmly on Lin Feng, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.
"WHOOSH!"
At this critical moment, Zhou Yi finally made his move. He leaped forward abruptly, blasting both fists toward Lin Feng.
His fists carried an extremely terrifying fluctuation of power, causing the surrounding air to let out a sharp whistle.
This strike contained nearly eighty percent of Zhou Yi's full strength!
"Heh, not a bad move."
The corners of Lin Feng's mouth lifted. He knew he had truly met a formidable opponent this time.
He no longer hesitated. His figure soared into the air as he thrust out his right hand, slamming it violently against Zhou Yi's fist.
"BANG!"
Fist met palm, creating a sound like clashing metal. Both men were forced back several steps, looking at each other in astonishment.
Zhou Yi gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his arms. He felt as if he had just clashed with a steel plate; immense force traveled up his arms and through his entire body.
His eyes were filled with unwillingness. His right hand trembled uncontrollably. The web between his thumb and index finger had split open, dripping with blood and causing him some pain.
Zhou Yi cursed silently in his heart. He looked at Lin Feng, his eyes filled with a frigid killing intent.
"You've pissed me off!"
"Since you're so eager to die, I'll grant you your wish!"
With that, he suddenly swung his palm, his five fingers curling into a claw like an eagle's talon, and lunged for Lin Feng's neck.
If this claw were to connect, Lin Feng's neck would surely be torn apart on the spot!
"SWISH!"
At the same time, Lin Feng's figure also appeared behind Zhou Yi in an instant. He reached out with both hands, grabbing for Zhou Yi's spine.
This was a fatal spot. If his hands found their mark, Zhou Yi would almost certainly not survive.
Zhou Yi felt as if his very spinal column was being grasped by Lin Feng's hands. He trembled violently, his face pale.
"It's time to end this!"
A ruthless glint shot from Lin Feng's eyes. He suddenly exerted force with his hands, intending to crush Zhou Yi's spinal column.
The spinal column is one of the body's most critical points; crushing it meant certain death for Zhou Yi.
Without any hesitation, Lin Feng unleashed his immense finger strength, striking Zhou Yi's backbone.
"CRACK!"
The sound of shattering bone echoed out. Zhou Yi's body went rigid, twitched a few times, and then he collapsed to the ground.
His eyes were wide and round, his face ashen. He stared blankly at Lin Feng, as if he couldn't believe that Lin Feng had actually snapped his spinal column.
He struggled a couple of times but couldn't even stand steadily. Finally, he lay limply on the ground, his eyes fixed on Lin Feng, as if he had a thousand things to say.
He struggled to open his mouth, wanting to speak, but his throat was too dry. In the end, he couldn't get a single word out before his head lolled to the side and he passed out.
"Ptooey."
Spitting out a mouthful of bloody saliva, Lin Feng dusted off his hands and stretched his sore limbs.
'The Murong Family really lives up to its name as one of the top hidden families.'
'Just a so-called Great Elder's personal subordinate has two Martial Artists at the Peak of Late Stage Innate.'
'And those are just the ones who have shown themselves. Who knows how many more are lurking in the shadows.'
A sharp glint flashed in his eyes, and his brow furrowed with gravity. He felt the pressure mounting.
'These opponents are even more troublesome than I imagined.'
He shook his head and muttered to himself, "But I, Lin Feng, am not to be trifled with. This time, I'll play a more exciting game with you all."
After speaking, he turned and left the area.
Before leaving, Lin Feng glanced again at Zhou Yi, who was unconscious on the ground, a devilish curve playing on his lips.
'This time, I'll start by making an example of you small fry!'
Lin Feng's eyes narrowed. He casually stabilized the injuries inside his body, then reached out, grabbed the unconscious Zhou Yi, and left, leaving behind a ravaged valley.
Of course, he didn't leave Zhou Tianyu's corpse behind either.
Just like that, dragging a body in each hand, Lin Feng headed for the Murong Family's main building.
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"Young friend Lin Feng has already left?"
Murong Yi Yun, who was still slightly pale, frowned slightly upon hearing Murong Yuan's words.
"What a pity. Young friend Lin Feng's strength and methods are the most powerful I've seen among the younger generation."
"If young friend Lin Feng were willing to join our Murong Family, his future achievements would surely be immeasurable."
Murong Yi Yun gave a smile of pity, but he harbored no personal regrets.
"Patriarch, should we send someone to bring Young Master Lin Feng back?"
Hearing Murong Yi Yun's words, the personal bodyguard behind him quickly asked in a low voice.