Chapter 428: Trouble
Although Lin Feng was at a slight disadvantage, he wasn't unbeatable. After all, his physical body was incredibly tough.
Combined with his agile Body Technique and profound footwork, he was creating some trouble for Murong Yuan, keeping him on his toes.
Murong Yuan was shocked. He couldn't believe how fast the boy's strength had grown in such a short time; he could now faintly contend with him.
A vicious glint flashed in his eyes. He raised both arms, and the Short Blade in his hand emanated a faint green glow. It was clearly coated in a deadly poison.
"SWISH!"
Three chilling silver gleams shot out like lightning, sealing off all of Lin Feng's escape routes. Whether Lin Feng retreated or tried to block, he could instantly change his attack to strike a vital point!
Clearly, he was determined to land a fatal blow this time. He wanted to cripple Lin Feng in one move, giving him absolutely no chance to counterattack.
This attack was incredibly powerful. Even a master at the Peak of Late Stage Innate wouldn't dare to face it head-on, or they would surely die. Even if they were lucky enough to withstand it, Murong Yuan would likely press his advantage and hunt them down to their death!
Faced with such a deadly trap, Lin Feng had no way to block it directly. He could only choose to momentarily avoid the brunt of the attack.
He took a step forward as his Inner Strength surged. All the muscles in his body tensed, his bones crackled and popped, and even his bruised body seemed to swell slightly, as if filled with power.
'I'd like to see just how you're going to kill me.'
At that moment, Lin Feng stomped his foot heavily. The ground shattered, and his figure instantly vanished. Where he had passed, shallow pits several centimeters deep were left in the hard ground.
Narrowly dodging the attack, Lin Feng used the recoil to instantly appear in front of Murong Yuan.
He clenched his fist. A surging gale of force gathered around it, and then he viciously smashed it toward Murong Yuan.
"THUD!"
The punch was immense and heavy, making the air crackle. The violent power that poured out of it made even Murong Yuan feel immense pressure.
"THUMP THUMP THUMP…"
Murong Yuan stumbled back several steps. With each step, a shallow imprint was left on the ground.
He clutched his stomach, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. 'I can't believe Lin Feng knows how to disperse force. He can even use the rebound to counterattack.'
He endured the pain and looked up at the young man in the distance, a cold smile appearing on his face.
"Hahahaha… You little bastard! No matter how many fighting techniques you've mastered, I'm going to tear you to pieces today!"
Murong Yuan stomped heavily on the ground, his body shooting forward like an arrow released from a bow. He was going on the offensive, aiming to kill Lin Feng in a single blow.
A sharp glint flashed in Lin Feng's eyes. Without hesitation, he swiftly followed, unleashing his own strongest attack.
"WHOOSH!"
Their speeds were phantom-like, and they instantly intertwined.
The Short Blade in Murong Yuan's hand tumbled through the air, tracing a brilliant arc.
Lin Feng, on the other hand, brandished a short sword in a devastating sweep!
"BANG!"
As they collided, a muffled sound erupted, and both were forced back several steps.
Murong Yuan's face turned ashen. He never imagined that his all-out attack would be perfectly blocked by Lin Feng.
Lin Feng's expression was calm and unchanged, but inwardly he was shocked. 'This Murong Yuan really is strong.'
'He not only deflected my full-power strike with ease, but he even managed to injure the web of my thumb in return.'
'And that's with my body currently full of Inner Strength, making it as tough as steel.'
'But the impact still made the web of my thumb ache.'
A cold light flashed in Murong Yuan's eyes as he pressed forward again. This time, his attack was even more ferocious.
Lin Feng showed no weakness, sweeping his blade out and forcing Murong Yuan back.
Murong Yuan's expression was hideous, his eyes filled with a biting chill. He, the great Great Elder of the Murong Clan, was repeatedly unable to do anything to a junior. It was an utter disgrace.
He let out a low roar, his aura suddenly surging. A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he charged forward once more.
The two were locked in a tangled struggle, constantly trying to kill one another. Every collision produced a dull thud.
The more Murong Yuan fought, the more frustrated he became. Lin Feng was able to move around with that strange footwork, and he simply couldn't get a handle on him. This sent him into a burning rage.
"BOOM!"
Both of their speeds reached the absolute limit, making them look like two phantoms. Their repeated clashes produced a grating shriek of metal on metal.
For a moment, the scene was a stalemate. Lin Feng and Murong Yuan were so fast they looked like two afterimages constantly tangling with each other, making it impossible to tell them apart.
"BANG! BANG!"
Suddenly, two muffled thuds rang out. Murong Yuan was thrown back by a massive force, stumbling six or seven steps before he could barely stop himself.
"You're a tricky one, boy!"
He said with a dark face and his eyes cold, a thought of retreat had even begun to form in his mind.
'Although this Lin Feng's cultivation realm is lower than mine, his combat awareness is far beyond ordinary. And he has that bizarre footwork, allowing him to conserve stamina even under my fierce attacks.'
'This is talent, this is a deep foundation!'
'As for me, even though I still have the upper hand after fighting for so long, I'm starting to feel the strain again.'
'It's not obvious, but it's severely affecting my state of mind.'
"Heh, is that all you've got?"
Lin Feng said with a faint smile. He still had strength to spare, as he knew it wasn't his time to counterattack yet.
"You're courting death!"
Hearing Lin Feng's taunt, Murong Yuan roared. He leaped into the air, kicked off the ground, and lunged forward, the Short Blade in his hand glowing with a terrifying white light as he thrust it at Lin Feng.
"WHOOSH!"
A piercing killing intent instantly enveloped Lin Feng.
"Hmph, petty tricks!"
A sneer formed on Lin Feng's lips. With a light flick of his foot, he swung the blade in his hand.
"CLANG!"
The blades collided, creating a shower of brilliant sparks. Murong Yuan was forced back once again. After landing and steadying himself, the expression on his face grew even more furious.
"Little bastard, don't think you've won! I'll send you on your way to the afterlife today!"
Murong Yuan snorted coldly. A frigid glint flickered in his eyes as his figure flashed, and he once again shot toward Lin Feng.
His Body Technique was exceptionally graceful, and the Short Blade in his hand came at Lin Feng like a shooting star, whistling as it tore through the air.
Lin Feng's expression turned grim. 'Murong Yuan truly lives up to his name as a veteran master. Even after fighting for so long…'
'…his terrifying aura hasn't diminished. In fact, it has grown, filling the entire courtyard with a suffocating pressure.'
He didn't dare to be careless. He began to circulate the Supreme Profound Medical Scripture, and the Inner Strength in his body started to spin rapidly, surging into his arms.
"CLINK!"
The two weapons collided. Both fighters retreated several steps, the stone slabs beneath their feet shattering into powder. The blow was surprisingly evenly matched.