Chapter 424: Turnaround
"Oh? You think you've already won? You're mistaken."
Lin Feng watched Murong Yuan calmly, a playful smirk touching his lips. The sight made Murong Yuan freeze.
"What, do you have another ace up your sleeve?"
Murong Yuan asked, startled. He stared at Lin Feng with suspicion. 'What kind of trick is this guy trying to pull? Does he really think he can turn this around?'
Lin Feng ignored Murong Yuan. He gazed at Murong Yuan's face and slowly exhaled, letting his mind return to a state of perfect calm.
After all, in a life-and-death battle, even the slightest carelessness could cost you your life.
Lin Feng's experience told him that in battle, the most important things to pay attention to were changes in one's state of mind and subtle emotional shifts.
Lin Feng's figure vanished. He knew that thanks to the pill, Murong Yuan's strength currently surpassed his own, but he felt not the slightest bit of fear.
The moment Murong Yuan saw Lin Feng disappear, he felt a wave of danger. He retreated instinctively.
At the same time, he threw his left arm across his chest to block and swung his right fist violently, aiming for where he sensed Lin Feng would appear.
BAM!
Murong Yuan's punch sent Lin Feng flying back. Lin Feng retreated several yards before he managed to regain his footing.
Using this opportunity, Lin Feng remained on guard while his other hand retrieved a Healing Pill and popped it into his mouth.
He might not have any pills that could drastically increase his strength like the one Murong Yuan had taken, but when it came to Healing Pills, he had refined plenty. He had no concerns about his supply.
As the pill dissolved, a cooling sensation spread through his entire body, healing the internal injuries he had just sustained in the fight.
Lin Feng took a deep breath and once again rushed toward Murong Yuan. His movements were slow, seemingly devoid of any killing intent, yet they carried an aura of destruction.
"Hmph! You're courting death!"
Seeing Lin Feng ambling toward him so casually, Murong Yuan's heart filled with fury, his eyes flashing with a bone-chilling light.
Lin Feng's casual demeanor was a humiliating insult. In his youth, he had been the top genius of his generation in the Murong Clan, and now he was being toyed with by a mere junior.
BAM!
Murong Yuan's fist slammed down next to where Lin Feng had been, blasting a crater in the floor, but it met only empty air. Lin Feng had vanished as if into thin air.
"Where did he go?"
Murong Yuan scanned his surroundings, but he couldn't find any trace of Lin Feng.
SMACK!
Just then, Murong Yuan felt a sharp, jolting pain in his neck. By the time he could react, it was too late—Lin Feng had slapped him hard across the face.
A mouthful of blood sprayed from Murong Yuan's lips. His cheek swelled instantly, and more blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
"You... you actually dared to slap me?"
Murong Yuan pointed at Lin Feng, utterly furious.
"You enjoy slapping people, don't you? Now I've returned the favor. How does it feel? Pretty satisfying, right?"
Lin Feng looked at Murong Yuan, who was clutching his cheek and grinding his teeth, a slight smile on his lips and a mocking expression on his face.
"You bastard! You're dead!"
Taunted and insulted by Lin Feng, Murong Yuan flew into a thunderous rage. His entire body transformed into a black shadow and shot fiercely toward Lin Feng.
Murong Yuan's Body Technique was incredibly swift; even Lin Feng couldn't track his movements. In an instant, he was right in front of him.
BAM!
Murong Yuan's fist slammed into Lin Feng's shoulder. Lin Feng was driven back, but he twisted his shoulder at the moment of impact, managing to dissipate most of the terrifying force. Otherwise, his arm would have been crippled.
Even so, a searing pain shot through his shoulder, and Lin Feng's face turned pale.
Murong Yuan didn't let up, throwing another punch at Lin Feng. The Fist Force tore through the air with immense power.
Lin Feng's brow furrowed. The Inner Strength in his body surged as he clenched his right hand into a fist and threw a powerful punch of his own.
Lin Feng poured every last bit of his remaining Inner Strength into this punch. He was unleashing one of the most profound Fist Techniques he could currently use: the Thunderbolt Fist.
The Thunderbolt Fist struck with the force of a raging storm!
BOOM!
Lin Feng's and Murong Yuan's fists collided violently. A powerful shockwave blasted outward, sending the solid wood furniture on either side of them rattling.
Both were thrown back several steps. Murong Yuan stomped his feet to steady himself, causing the floor beneath him to collapse.
Lin Feng, meanwhile, dug his heels into the ground, carving deep gouges into the floor before he managed to stop. His right fist trembled, and fresh blood dripped from his knuckles.
Murong Yuan looked at Lin Feng, his eyes narrowing slightly. 'This guy's strength is truly formidable, to be able to fight me to a standstill.'
'And that last punch... my own fist is numb, as if it was struck by a sledgehammer.' He was thoroughly shocked.
"What a formidable brat, to have the guts to meet me head-on."
Murong Yuan's expression was grave. Lin Feng's last punch had almost shattered the bones in his hand.
Lin Feng let out a long breath, flexing his sore wrist.
"So this is the Great Elder of the Murong Clan? Not so impressive after all."
Lin Feng looked at Murong Yuan with a sneer. Although he hadn't fully gained the upper hand, he showed no intention of backing down.
'I've also noticed he has a fiery temper. If I can rile him up with words and make him angry enough to make a mistake in battle, that would be ideal.'
"You dare to look down on me?"
Murong Yuan roared.
"Heh... Look down on you? I never said that. You're just misunderstanding. But since we're here, let's settle this for real."
Lin Feng said with a wave of his hand. His body was now covered in wounds, his clothes were in tatters, and he was stained with his own crimson blood.
But Lin Feng ignored all this, instead lifting his feet and striding toward Murong Yuan, step by step. With every step he took, Murong Yuan's expression grew a shade darker.
The baleful aura and killing intent pouring from Lin Feng grew stronger and stronger, and a flicker of dread appeared in Murong Yuan's heart.
"What do you think you're doing!"
Murong Yuan asked, his voice strained.
"I'm going to kill you,"
Lin Feng said flatly, then resumed his slow walk toward Murong Yuan.
The impossibly dense, ice-cold killing intent rolling off his body caused the temperature in the room to plummet. Even the air grew thick with the pungent smell of blood.
"Brat, you're too arrogant!"
Hearing Lin Feng's reply, a cold glint flashed in Murong Yuan's eyes.
WHOOSH!