Chapter 415: Two Paths
The second option was to break his opponent's rhythm before Murong Yuan could build up the power of his Stacking Technique. This would save a lot of time.
After a moment of thought, Lin Feng chose the latter. He urgently needed to find a place to cultivate; if he waited until Murong Yuan fully unleashed his Stacking Technique, escape would be impossible.
"Kid, you're asking for death!"
Murong Yuan sneered, shot his left leg forward, and launched a terrifyingly powerful punch straight at Lin Feng.
Lin Feng's pupils constricted as he threw his arms up in front of his chest to block.
"BAM!"
A terrifying force washed over him, and the punch sent Lin Feng stumbling back five or six steps. He swayed for a moment before steadying himself.
Seeing this, a look of delight appeared on Murong Yuan's face. 'His aura is a bit unstable,' he thought. 'Looks like my guess was right—the kid must have used some secret medicine to forcibly regain his strength.'
At this thought, a cruel smile spread across Murong Yuan's face.
"Heh heh, what did I tell you? How could you possibly be a match for me? You're no match for me at all!"
With that, he lunged at Lin Feng once more.
But Lin Feng stood his ground, motionless, his expression growing ever colder.
"Since you refuse to surrender, don't blame me for what comes next!"
"Get down!"
The moment the words left his mouth, Lin Feng stomped hard, transforming into a streak of light and rocketing toward Murong Yuan.
"SWOOSH!"
He was so fast that the air around him cracked with sonic booms.
In the blink of an eye, Lin Feng was before Murong Yuan, his right knee raised high to slam viciously into him.
"Tch! Kid, you really think a flashy move like that is going to scare me?!"
Murong Yuan sneered at the sight of Lin Feng's fierce attack.
"Hah!"
Murong Yuan roared, clasping his hands together into a massive hammer and swinging it down at Lin Feng's knee.
Lin Feng was incredibly fast. In an instant, he was in front of Murong Yuan, bringing an elbow strike down at his head.
"CLANG!"
The elbow strike met the hammer-like block with the sound of clashing metal.
A flash of pain crossed Murong Yuan's face, and he stumbled back three or four steps before he could regain his footing.
"You…"
Murong Yuan stared at Lin Feng in utter disbelief. He couldn't believe he'd been forced back, his defense nearly shattered by Lin Feng's elbow strike!
While Murong Yuan was still reeling in shock, Lin Feng pressed his attack.
He whipped out a leg kick, which cut through the air with a piercing whistle as it flew toward Murong Yuan's waist.
Murong Yuan reacted instantly, drawing his longsword to block the kick at his waist and using the impact to create some distance.
Lin Feng, however, didn't pause for a second. He gave chase, stomping down on the right arm Murong Yuan was raising to attack. A terrifying force came with the blow.
"Damn you, kid! You really think you can take me on?!"
Catching Lin Feng's descending body with his right arm, Murong Yuan's face twisted into a ferocious snarl as he roared.
The muscles on his arms bulged as his power surged. A terrifying force radiated from Murong Yuan's body, and Lin Feng's expression changed.
"Get off!"
Murong Yuan roared, and with a sweep of his arm, he flung Lin Feng through the air.
"Cough, cough!"
Lin Feng's body sailed through the air in a graceful arc before crashing against a wall several meters away. The massive impact left his face pale.
"Ha ha! Kid, that's what you get for crossing me! I'll kill you with my own two hands!"
Having knocked Lin Feng back with a single blow, Murong Yuan laughed heartily. The frustration in his heart finally eased, and his spirits seemed to lift.
"Heh… Murong the Traitor, you think you've won just because you landed one hit?"
Lin Feng struggled to his feet, his gaze ice-cold and his face a mask of mockery.
"Enough talk. Today, you die."
Murong Yuan snorted. With that, he began to advance on Lin Feng again.
"Is that so? You're too arrogant."
A wicked smile played on Lin Feng's lips. He took a single step and shot forward like a cheetah.
"WHOOSH!"
With a piercing whistle, Lin Feng's figure vanished.
"Huh? Where'd he go?"
Murong Yuan's pupils constricted. He scanned his surroundings warily, searching for Lin Feng, but found nothing.
"THUD!"
Suddenly, a dull thud sounded from his side. Murong Yuan whipped his head around to see Lin Feng right beside him, a clenched fist hammering toward his ribs.
The punch was incredibly fast and terrifyingly powerful.
Murong Yuan could even hear sonic booms cracking the air as Lin Feng threw the punch—a clear sign of his incredible speed.
"You!"
Murong Yuan's eyes flew wide, his face a mask of pure shock.
He couldn't believe it. He hadn't been able to track Lin Feng's movements at all; he had no idea when Lin Feng had even appeared before him.
He hadn't even sensed the danger. His reactions were already incredibly fast, but he was still a step too slow.
'I have to block this!'
In that split second, Murong Yuan reacted on pure instinct, raising his thick arms just in the nick of time to shield his more vulnerable ribs from Lin Feng's attack.
"THUD!"
Lin Feng's strike slammed viciously into Murong Yuan's arms, producing a dull thud.
The terrifying force traveled up Murong Yuan's arms and through his body, making him tremble.
"HISS!"
Murong Yuan hissed in pain. Gritting his teeth, he absorbed the blow and, without hesitation, threw a punch with his other hand straight at Lin Feng's face.
It was a powerful blow; a direct hit would have been fatal for Lin Feng.
Lin Feng's brow furrowed. He crossed his hands in front of his face, meeting Murong Yuan's iron fist and halting its advance.
Then, with a flex of his arms, he shoved Murong Yuan away.
"THUMP, THUMP, THUMP!"
Murong Yuan stumbled back three steps before managing to steady himself.
Only then did he notice the dark purple bruises and dripping blood on Lin Feng's arms.
"Ha ha ha! Weren't you so arrogant a moment ago, kid? Lost your nerve? Let's see how much longer you can hold on! I want to see just how many of my attacks you can take!"
Seeing the injuries, Murong Yuan roared with laughter, his voice dripping with contempt. It was as if he'd found Lin Feng's weakness, and his laughter was wild and unrestrained.
Hearing this, Lin Feng curled his lip in disdain, shook his head, and said flatly, "I don't need to play these games with you."
"Little brat, stop running your mouth!"