Chapter 429: The End!
Murong Yuan's eyes were ice-cold. He was inwardly surprised; he hadn't expected Lin Feng to block what was essentially his all-out attack.
'I can't let this drag on. I have to end this fight now!'
"Fine!"
With a great shout, Murong Yuan flicked his wrist and charged Lin Feng again. In a blur, he appeared at Lin Feng's side, his dagger slashing down violently.
Lin Feng's pupils contracted. He tightened his grip on the shortsword in his right hand, formed a sword-finger with his left, and slashed down.
"CLANG!"
A crisp sound rang out as sparks flew. In this exchange, Lin Feng held the clear advantage.
But in that instant, Murong Yuan's figure vanished, reappearing behind Lin Feng in the next moment to launch a sneak attack with both daggers.
Lin Feng's eyebrows knitted slightly. He twisted his body and avoided the sneak attack from behind.
But Murong Yuan was faster. His hands shaped into claws and clamped down on Lin Feng's shoulder. He then unleashed his strength, trying to rip Lin Feng apart.
Lin Feng's body tensed instantly. Though Murong Yuan had moved first, Lin Feng's shortsword reacted faster, creating an impenetrable whirlwind of steel.
"BANG!"
The sound of fierce collisions rang out as cold light surged between them, a sight that would make anyone's blood run cold.
"Damn it!"
Murong Yuan gritted his teeth, the muscles on his arms bulging violently as he tried to throw Lin Feng off with all his might.
But Lin Feng had already reacted. He lowered his center of gravity, his legs seemingly rooted to the ground. No matter how Murong Yuan struggled, using every ounce of his strength, Lin Feng didn't budge an inch.
"BANG!"
Gripping his weapon tightly, Lin Feng parried the attacks while constantly leaning back, trying to create distance from Murong Yuan and find an opening to counterattack.
"AARGH! I'll kill you, you bastard! Die!"
Murong Yuan screamed, his blood boiling. His eyes turned crimson as he roared like a crazed beast.
Lin Feng's resistance infuriated him. Being suppressed like this was an utter humiliation for someone so proud!
The dagger in Murong Yuan's hand left his grasp, carving a fatal arc in mid-air as it shot straight for Lin Feng's neck.
Lin Feng's pupils constricted. He could feel the terrifying threat emanating from the dagger!
"SWISH!"
Lin Feng swiftly moved back several meters, dodging the fatal strike.
But in that same instant, Murong Yuan seized the opportunity to close in on Lin Feng.
"SWOOSH!"
He unleashed a flurry of four or five dagger strikes, targeting Lin Feng's vital points and trying to seal his fate.
Facing Murong Yuan's fierce and vicious moves, Lin Feng didn't dare to clash head-on and could only retreat again and again.
Finally, with nowhere left to retreat, he had no choice but to meet the attack.
"CLANG!"
They clashed, sending sparks flying. Their figures became blurs of motion as they engaged in a continuous, deadly struggle.
"SPURT!"
Suddenly, Murong Yuan took an elbow strike to the chest from Lin Feng. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth as he staggered back.
Lin Feng's blow had landed squarely on Murong Yuan's ribs, forcing him to spit up a mouthful of blood.
"Cough."
Murong Yuan clutched his chest and coughed twice, his eyes filled with resentment as he looked up at Lin Feng.
"You're courting death!"
The killing intent in Murong Yuan's eyes intensified.
"WHOOSH!"
Another cold glint flashed. Murong Yuan flipped his palm, and a bright silver dagger appeared in his hand.
"SWOOSH!"
His body vanished from the spot like a phantom. The next moment, the dagger in his hand was thrusting towards Lin Feng's throat.
Lin Feng's expression changed. He felt a wave of danger approaching. He dropped low, his body sweeping across the ground, and whipped out a leg in a powerful kick.
"CLANG!"
A crisp sound of weapons colliding rang out, and the two separated, standing on opposite sides.
A flicker of surprise crossed Murong Yuan's eyes. The power in Lin Feng's kick just now had sent a jolt of fear through him.
"You're not half bad."
Murong Yuan said slowly, "But today, you must die!"
The moment he finished speaking, he moved. He shot forward like a cheetah, his dagger glinting menacingly in the sunlight as he lunged straight for Lin Feng.
Lin Feng's pupils contracted sharply. A thousand thoughts raced through his mind as alarm bells blared in his heart, and he retreated without hesitation.
Murong Yuan attacked relentlessly with his dagger, each strike aimed at Lin Feng's vital points.
His clothes were already tattered, revealing the bruised and terribly wounded body underneath.
"SWOOSH!"
Murong Yuan gripped his dagger and swept it out horizontally. The attack was so fast that the blade left several illusory afterimages in the air, accompanied by a whistling wind that made one's scalp tingle.
"CLANG!"
Lin Feng parried with his shortsword, the force of the blow sending him staggering back several steps.
"Hahaha, Lin Feng, you're finished!"
Murong Yuan's eyes were filled with bloodlust and ferocity. He had been planning this strike for a long time, waiting for just such an opportunity.
His face was a terrifying, ferocious mask, like a hungry wolf staring down its prey. With a tremor in his arm, he charged forward again.
Lin Feng's expression was grim. He bent his knees slightly, veins popping on his arms, ready to strike at any moment.
"BOOM!"
Lin Feng and Murong Yuan collided. Both felt a huge force assault them. Their bodies were instantly thrown back, each stumbling a few steps before regaining their balance.
"You little animal, even if it means getting injured myself, I will kill you here today!"
Murong Yuan's face was dark, his chest heaving. Clearly, the last exchange had left him with considerable internal injuries.
"Heh... Want to kill me? In your dreams!"
Lin Feng sneered.
"Since you're courting death, you can't blame me for what happens next."
A savage smile curled on Murong Yuan's lips. His body suddenly rushed out, the dagger in his hand aiming straight for Lin Feng's throat.
Facing this strike, Lin Feng advanced instead of retreating. A sharp glint flashed in his eyes. He stomped his feet and leaped into the air.
"HUMMM!"
He twisted his wrist, gripping his shortsword with both hands for maximum power, and brought it down on Murong Yuan's head with the weight of a collapsing mountain.
"SHIING!"
Murong Yuan flipped his wrist, the dagger tracing a beautiful arc to block Lin Feng's fierce attack.
The two fighters broke apart. Lin Feng stood at a distance, while Murong Yuan glared at him, his face a mask of ferocity, his eyes blazing with killing intent.
"SWOOSH!"
The next moment, he charged forward again, his dagger stabbing toward Lin Feng along a strange and cunning trajectory.
"CLANG!"
Lin Feng didn't dodge. He extended two fingers to pinch the tip of the dagger, using the redirected force to knock it aside.
"Hmph."
Murong Yuan snorted coldly. The dagger in his hand suddenly spun, turning into a curtain of light that enveloped Lin Feng's vision.
Lin Feng's brows furrowed slightly. His body quickly shifted to the side, trying to avoid this new assault, but he was a beat too slow. A cut appeared on his right arm.
The wound was shallow, but it still bled crimson, and Lin Feng's expression grew even colder.
"Heh heh, you just don't know when to quit. Since you refuse to admit defeat, then just die!"