Chapter 417: Shock
"How is this possible?"
Murong Yuan gritted his teeth, his heart filled with indignation. 'How can Lin Feng's physical strength be this formidable?'
'Is this guy some kind of freak?'
'Not only does he have such refined fighting techniques, but his body is in no way inferior to mine—he might even be a bit stronger. This is simply monstrous.'
"I won't accept this! I'm going to kill you!"
Murong Yuan let out a low roar. His eyes turned crimson as the Inner Strength within his body surged once more.
Meanwhile, Murong Yi Yun, who was watching from the sidelines, was utterly shocked by the battle.
To be precise, he was shocked by Lin Feng's fighting style and willpower.
He had already learned about Lin Feng's deeds in the Mortal Realm and knew his combat power far exceeded his cultivation level. But only now, seeing him fight in person, did Murong Yi Yun realize just how astonishing Lin Feng's strength truly was!
"Lin Xiaoyou should only be in his twenties, right?"
"To possess such strength at this age... his talent is truly astonishing!"
"And most importantly, he also possesses medical skills that far surpass the ordinary. A prodigy of this caliber... just who on earth could his master be?"
Murong Yi Yun muttered to himself, his eyes filled with shock. Today had been a real eye-opener.
Lin Feng's performance was a true spectacle; his combat power was completely at odds with his age.
Murong Yi Yun knew that even in his own prime, clashing with Murong Yuan head-on like this would have been an incredibly difficult feat.
"Haha, Lin Feng, I'm going to skin you alive today!"
Murong Yuan roared, his eyes bloodshot. He hadn't expected Lin Feng to be so powerful. A fire ignited within him. At this moment, he finally got serious, no longer daring to underestimate him in the slightest.
"Hmph. You want to skin me? We'll see if you have what it takes."
Lin Feng shook his head with a cold smile, his tone dripping with ridicule. In his eyes, Murong Yuan wasn't even worth mentioning.
"You're courting death!"
Murong Yuan flew into a rage, his eyes bloodshot and his body emanating a monstrous killing intent. With a stomp of his foot, his figure shot forward like a cannonball.
Lin Feng's eyebrow twitched. He chose not to dodge, instead raising his left arm to protect his head.
BANG!
The tremendous impact slammed into him. Lin Feng felt as if he'd been struck by lightning as his body was flung backward.
At the same time, Murong Yuan slid back several dozen feet.
The two broke apart in an instant, each regaining their footing.
"This..."
Murong Yuan's face was ashen. The flesh between his thumb and forefinger had split open, and blood trickled through his fingers. He had been injured in the collision.
He, a dignified Peak Innate Martial Artist, had been lightly wounded by Lin Feng in a single exchange. It was a disgrace—a humiliation that made him want to slaughter Lin Feng on the spot to vent his fury.
Lin Feng didn't look much better. His left arm ached dully, a clear sign the clash had damaged his bones.
'But an injury like this is nothing to me. I just need a moment's rest to recover completely.'
The two stared at each other warily, neither daring to make a rash move.
Each feared that attacking first would play into the other's counter, turning the tide against them.
A faint smile touched Lin Feng's lips, and his eyes grew brighter. This battle had thoroughly ignited his fighting spirit.
He craved a life-or-death struggle against a powerful opponent. This was the kind of battle he truly loved!
"Die!"
Lin Feng could no longer hold back and was the first to attack.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
His speed was unimaginable. He appeared before Murong Yuan like a phantom, unleashing a torrent of fist-shadows.
Terrifyingly heavy punches rained down, and the very air seemed to ripple under the immense pressure.
Not to be outdone, Murong Yuan swung his own fists to defend, his eagle-like eyes locked on Lin Feng, searching for the slightest opening.
'Now!'
BAM!
A sharp glint flashed in his eyes. Murong Yuan seized the opportunity, smashing a fist into Lin Feng's chest and using the force of the recoil to rapidly retreat.
His eyes were scarlet, glaring at Lin Feng like a wild beast, as if he wanted to tear him limb from limb.
"Lin Feng, I'm going to tear you to pieces with my bare hands! Rip you to shreds!" Murong Yuan snarled.
"In your dreams."
Lin Feng gave a faint smile. He didn't pursue Murong Yuan, instead standing his ground and waiting.
Murong Yuan was stunned to see that Lin Feng didn't press his advantage.
He had fully expected Lin Feng to capitalize on the moment and launch a frenzied assault—it was a golden opportunity for any fighter.
In fact, he had prepared several counters specifically to deal with such a pursuit.
Murong Yuan understood that letting Lin Feng seize the initiative would put him at an even greater disadvantage.
Because Lin Feng was faster, Murong Yuan would be forced onto the defensive, able only to take a beating.
But Lin Feng paid that no mind. He slowly rolled up his right sleeve and said methodically, "Since you're so eager to die, I'll be happy to send you on your way."
Murong Yuan's expression instantly darkened. From the sound of it, Lin Feng was planning to kill him.
"Hmph, enough of your nonsense! The victor has yet to be decided. Don't get ahead of yourself!"
Murong Yuan snorted coldly. Tapping his toes to the ground, his body blurred into an afterimage as he charged Lin Feng and threw a punch.
Murong Yuan's fist contained immense Spiritual Power, and it shot toward Lin Feng with a whistling gale. The terrifying force of the punch caused the overturned furniture around them to tremble violently.
"Heh."
Faced with Murong Yuan's ferocious attack, Lin Feng merely gave a cold laugh.
In the next instant, his body erupted with astonishing power as he shot toward Murong Yuan like a black streak.
In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged nearly a hundred blows. The longer Murong Yuan fought, the more frustrated he became.
He had assumed that after taking a loss, Lin Feng would surely use his full strength. But he was wrong. Lin Feng was still only using Baji Fist, which completely nullified his own advantage.
With exquisitely refined techniques, Lin Feng neutralized the force of his every punch. It felt like punching cotton—soft and utterly ineffective.
Meanwhile, every punch Lin Feng landed on an opening sent Murong Yuan's blood and qi into turmoil, making him feel incredibly unwell.
He felt as if Lin Feng was leading him by the nose, leaving him completely unable to unleash his full combat strength.
BAM!
After another direct clash, Lin Feng hadn't moved an inch. Murong Yuan, on the other hand, was forced back three or four meters before he could stop.
At this, Murong Yuan's expression flickered. He gritted his teeth and said,
"Good. Very good. You've actually forced me to use this move. Kid, consider it your honor!"