Chapter 430: Thickening
The gloom in Murong Yuan's eyes deepened. This outcome was completely unexpected; he had thought his strength would be more than enough to end the fight with ease.
But the truth was, he had underestimated Lin Feng. The young man's power was immense, allowing him to fight to a standstill.
SWISH! SWISH!
Murong Yuan launched a relentless series of attacks. The dagger seemed to come alive in his hand, nimbly carving graceful arcs through the air.
CLANG!
Lin Feng swayed to the side, dodging the assault. The hand gripping his shortsword was already trembling slightly.
After swallowing the pill, Murong Yuan's power had become formidable. Based on his recent attacks, Lin Feng had already determined his current state.
'Early Stage of Martial Master!'
'A full minor realm higher than me. No wonder he dared to provoke me so brazenly. So he had a trump card up his sleeve.'
Murong Yuan threw his head back and laughed. Seeing Lin Feng on the back foot, his smile grew even wider. He looked at Lin Feng and sneered.
"Why so quiet now? Weren't you so arrogant just a moment ago? Go on, keep acting tough for me to see."
"Heh."
Lin Feng gave a cold laugh. He glanced at the wound on his right arm and said flatly, "It's just a scratch. Nothing to worry about. The word 'surrender' isn't in my vocabulary!"
Lin Feng's tone was incredibly firm. Every word rang with power as it reached Murong Yuan's ears, stirring something within him.
"Good kid, you've got guts! In that case, I'll let you have a taste of my true ultimate technique."
A cold glint flashed in Murong Yuan's eyes. As the Great Elder of the Murong Family, what kind of person hadn't he seen?
But he truly had never encountered a junior as powerful and stubborn as Lin Feng.
His own personality was unruly and arrogant, but Lin Feng's actions had piqued his interest.
Murong Yuan licked his lips, his eyes glowing crimson as he shot toward Lin Feng once again.
Murong Yuan rushed forward, his dagger a chilling glint of light as it stabbed toward Lin Feng's chest.
Lin Feng's figure flickered continuously as the dagger traced dazzling trails of light before him.
DING!
Sparks flew as the dagger and shortsword clashed relentlessly.
Murong Yuan's Body Technique was exceptionally profound. His movements were erratic and unpredictable, leaving Lin Feng somewhat bewildered.
Murong Yuan's figure suddenly appeared behind Lin Feng, the dagger in his hand slashing straight for his neck. A sharp, piercing whistle echoed through the air, as if this move was tearing through the very fabric of the atmosphere.
BANG!
The dagger struck Lin Feng's shoulder. He staggered forward, a trickle of blood escaping the corner of his mouth.
His eyes were ice-cold as he looked up at Murong Yuan. He raised his shortsword again and brought it down with savage force. The unparalleled might of this strike caused Murong Yuan's expression to change slightly.
BOOM!
Murong Yuan leaned back, dodging the fatal blow. Yet even as he did, he viciously stabbed the dagger in his left hand toward Lin Feng's waist.
It all happened in a flash. Lin Feng's body rolled across the ground, his shortsword stabbing deep into the earth.
BOOM!
Murong Yuan seized the opportunity, swinging his dagger at Lin Feng again. The blade moved as swiftly as a roaming dragon, and a bead of cold sweat appeared on Lin Feng's face.
A savage glint appeared in his eyes. He pushed his palms outward with all his might. With this push, the surrounding air compressed, forming a wave of Qi Force that swept toward Murong Yuan.
"AHH!"
Murong Yuan cried out in pain. A gruesome wound instantly appeared on the palm of his right hand, and blood gushed out.
"You little bastard, you dare launch a sneak attack!"
Murong Yuan gritted his teeth. He never expected to end up in such a miserable state. The pain in his right hand and his fury drove him to the brink of madness.
"It's called 'all's fair in war.' Don't you understand?"
A slight smile curved Lin Feng's lips. 'Now this is getting interesting.'
"Damn you!"
Murong Yuan let out a low roar, flipped the dagger in his hand, and stabbed viciously at Lin Feng.
A dangerous, cold light glinted on the dagger. Lin Feng quickly focused his mind and thrust his shortsword forward, meeting the dagger head-on.
CLANG!
As the blades met, the sharp ring of metal on metal echoed through the air.
A hint of delight appeared on Murong Yuan's face as his body abruptly vanished from sight.
WHOOSH!
The next moment, a sharp dagger emerged from the void, stabbing straight for Lin Feng's chest.
BOOM!
The dagger was mere inches from Lin Feng's chest, but he suddenly reappeared in a different location.
The muscles in Lin Feng's arm bulged, tensing as veins popped out.
CRACK!
The sound of grating bones suddenly rang out. He slashed the shortsword in his right hand forward, instantly forcing Murong Yuan back several steps.
Lin Feng stomped, shattering the ground beneath his feet, and shot forward in pursuit of Murong Yuan.
"Hah!"
Lin Feng roared, bringing his shortsword down on Murong Yuan.
Lin Feng's shortsword rained down on Murong Yuan's body like a torrential storm, but it only produced crisp clanging sounds, unable to harm him in the slightest.
Murong Yuan sneered at Lin Feng. "Even if your strength is astonishing, you can't do anything to me!"
"Is that so?"
Lin Feng grinned, his face full of playful amusement. "We'll see about that!"
SWOOSH!
Before his words had even faded, his figure once again sped toward Murong Yuan, his shortsword whistling through the air as it chopped down.
PFFT!
Unable to dodge in time, Murong Yuan suffered another deep gash on his arm. Blood sprayed out, staining his clothes red.
"Bastard!"
Murong Yuan roared in fury. His eyes were bloodshot and a vein throbbed on his forehead; he was livid. This damn kid had managed to injure him repeatedly, something he could not tolerate.
"Kid, you die today!"
Murong Yuan bellowed, his eyes filled with killing intent. His dagger transformed into a silver-white streak of light, whistling sharply as it flew straight at Lin Feng. This was a fatal blow!
Lin Feng's expression turned grave. He could feel the sense of crisis coming from the dagger.
He didn't choose to meet it head-on. Pushing off with his feet, he shot backward like a cannonball, holding his shortsword horizontally in front of him for defense.
Murong Yuan's movement faltered for a moment as Lin Feng dodged the killing strike. A mocking smile appeared on his face. "I advise you to give up and surrender without a fight."
"Hahaha!"
Lin Feng burst into wild laughter. "Me, surrender? Do you take me for a three-year-old?"
The True Qi within Lin Feng's body circulated. He tightened his grip on the shortsword and suddenly flicked it upward, aiming straight for Murong Yuan's throat.
Murong Yuan retreated hastily, blocking Lin Feng's shortsword with his dagger. But it was as if Lin Feng had anticipated this move all along.