Chapter 422: Scorn
His punch was completely unadorned, like a plain and simple fist from the mortal world.
"Haha, you're asking for death!"
Seeing Lin Feng's punch, Murong Yuan was overjoyed, a derisive sneer spreading across his face.
In his eyes, Lin Feng was simply asking for death. He was completely confident in his own punch, certain that not even someone with the physical strength of a Martial Venerable could withstand it!
"BANG!"
The next second, their attacks collided, unleashing a dull thud that made one's heart tremble.
"What!"
A muffled grunt escaped Murong Yuan's lips as he hastily retreated.
"THUD, THUD, THUD!"
Murong Yuan stumbled back three steps before managing to stop, while Lin Feng hadn't moved an inch, seemingly unaffected.
'How is this possible?!'
The scene made Murong Yuan's pupils contract. He stared at Lin Feng in utter shock.
'He hadn't used his full strength in that punch, but he'd held the advantage in every respect. How could Lin Feng have forced him back?'
"Hmph!"
Lin Feng snorted, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. 'This Murong Yuan isn't that strong, but his combat experience is incredibly rich.'
'At this point, they were in close-quarters combat. At this range, a normal person would have adopted hit-and-run tactics, but Murong Yuan did not. Instead, he had suddenly changed his line of attack.'
'By doing so, even though it looked like he had disrupted his own rhythm, he had actually created the perfect opportunity to strike. That was the clever part about Murong Yuan.'
But such a cheap trick was useless against Lin Feng. He sent him flying back with a single punch and pressed his advantage.
"BOOM!"
Lin Feng threw a punch, its terrifying force tearing through the air and leaving a long white trail as it shot toward Murong Yuan.
"BAM!"
Murong Yuan was struck by Lin Feng's fist once again, but this time he used the recoil to launch himself backward.
Murong Yuan stumbled back seven or eight steps before steadying himself. He clutched his chest, his clothes stained, a trickle of crimson blood at the corner of his mouth.
A bone-chilling coldness emanated from Lin Feng's eyes. 'This Murong Yuan is too treacherous. That last attack was a complete feint.'
"SWISH!"
Murong Yuan extended his tongue and licked the blood from his lips. Killing intent surged in his eyes; he knew he had to kill Lin Feng today, or the boy would become a menace.
"WHOOSH!"
Lin Feng closed the distance again. 'I need to end this quickly,' he thought. 'I know very well that if I don't, an even bigger problem will be waiting for me.'
With a light tap of his toes, his entire body became a streak of light, darting toward Murong Yuan. He spread his arms, which instantly stiffened and lashed out like long whips.
"BOOM!"
The punch landed solidly on Murong Yuan. A terrifying force slammed into him, sending him flying several dozen feet away, spitting blood, before he crashed to the ground in a heap.
Murong Yuan lay on the ground, struggling to get up, but his body ached with an unbearable soreness, as if it had fallen apart.
He glared at Lin Feng with resentment, a deep sense of dread in his eyes.
"You damn little bastard!"
Murong Yuan roared in fury. He had never suffered such humiliation in his entire life. To be defeated by a junior today was something he could not accept.
Lin Feng stared coldly at Murong Yuan, slowly approaching with a leisurely pace. "Old dog, I said I would kill you with my own two hands today. I keep my word."
"You... you dare insult me..."
Hearing this, Murong Yuan almost choked on his rage. His chest heaved violently, and his face twisted into an exceptionally hideous expression.
"Hmph!"
A breath snorted from Lin Feng's nose. He let out a cold hmph, and an incredibly sharp aura erupted from his body.
"What, you're allowed to come after me, to hire assassins to take my life, but I'm not allowed to fight back?"
"Just how old are you, to still be this naive?"
With that, he suddenly raised his right leg, viciously driving his knee into Murong Yuan's Dantian.
Murong Yuan felt the Inner Strength in his body turn violent, surging chaotically through his limbs and bones. At the same time, he sensed a tyrannical, rampaging power ravaging him from within, causing him immense pain.
"SPURT!"
A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed from Murong Yuan's mouth. His face was as pale as paper.
"Bastard!"
Murong Yuan was seething with fury. He felt his situation was utterly disastrous. His once abundant Inner Strength had become chaotic and impossible to circulate smoothly, filling his face with anxiety and panic.
"BAM!"
Lin Feng swung his other arm, slamming it brutally onto Murong Yuan's shoulder. Murong Yuan was sent flying again, this time backward for more than ten meters, before he could barely halt his momentum.
But his legs still dragged across the ground for a long time before finally stopping. At this moment, Murong Yuan had completely lost the ability to resist.
He struggled to prop himself up, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at Lin Feng, his gaze cold to the extreme.
Murong Yuan's heart was bleeding. This was the shame of his life.
He glared at Lin Feng, unreconciled. He couldn't understand why he, the great and powerful Great Elder of the Murong Clan, would lose to Lin Feng!
'That good-for-nothing... by what right?!'
TAP. TAP.
Lin Feng slowly approached Murong Yuan. With every step he took, Murong Yuan's expression grew uglier. By the end, his face was ashen, and he closed his eyes.
'His heart was filled with regret and shame. He never thought he would lose, much less to a good-for-nothing, and in front of so many people.'
'Right now, Murong Yuan wished he could just bite his tongue and commit suicide. His reputation was never that great to begin with, but this time, it was utterly ruined.'
"Patriarch Murong, I'll be taking this man's life. Any objections?"
Lin Feng glanced up at Murong Yi Yun, whose expression had soured, and spoke calmly. His tone was level, but the meaning behind his words was indisputable: Murong Yuan had to die.
"Heh heh... Haha... COUGH, COUGH, COUGH..."
Hearing Lin Feng's words, Murong Yuan suddenly burst out laughing. His eyes narrowed into slits, a sharp glint shooting from them. He looked at Lin Feng, a cruel smile on his lips.
"Lin Feng, you want to kill me?"
Murong Yuan said mockingly, looking at Lin Feng. Despite his grave injuries, he showed no signs of fear.
"Killing you would be as easy as flipping my hand."
Lin Feng replied coolly. 'He felt a little surprised, though. He had a feeling that there was something strange about Murong Yuan today, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.'
Nevertheless, he kept his eyes locked on Murong Yuan, ready to strike at any moment. The feeling Murong Yuan gave him was simply too dangerous.