Chapter 431: Dodge
Using his momentum, he brought the short sword in his hand down in a smooth arc, thrusting it toward Murong Yuan's abdomen.
Murong Yuan reacted quickly. He threw his body back, dodging Lin Feng's fatal blow, and thrust the dagger in his hand straight for Lin Feng's heart.
BAM!
Their figures shot past one another. Murong Yuan stood firm, his chest heaving violently. Though his last attack hadn't claimed Lin Feng's life, it had left him with a minor wound.
Lin Feng, on the other hand, was pale. A shallow gash marked his abdomen, from which crimson blood trickled down.
COUGH! COUGH!
Lin Feng coughed twice, his face growing even paler. But he ignored his injuries, taking another step forward with his short sword angled toward the ground.
Murong Yuan's brow furrowed. 'This Lin Feng is like a cockroach that just won't die! How can he have such a tenacious fighting spirit?'
He glanced at the dagger in his hand, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. Then, with a sudden swing and a flick of his wrist, he sent the dagger flying.
The dagger tore through the air, hurtling toward Lin Feng from a wicked angle.
SWOOSH!
Lin Feng let out a cold snort and swept his short sword out, batting the dagger away.
HUMMM!
The dagger hummed as it vibrated, tracing a circle in mid-air before spinning around and flying at Lin Feng once more.
A cold smile touched Lin Feng's lips. He spun his short sword and slashed at the incoming dagger.
CLANG!
A sharp clang echoed in mid-air as the two weapons met, sending a shower of sparks into the air.
Murong Yuan's arm trembled. The immense force transmitted through the dagger sent a numbing shock through the webbing of his thumb.
Lin Feng stared coldly at Murong Yuan. 'I have the upper hand now,' he thought. 'If this keeps up, Murong Yuan is bound to lose.'
Sure enough, a grim expression crossed Murong Yuan's face. His eyes, fixed on Lin Feng, were brimming with killing intent.
"Brat, no matter the cost, I will kill you today! Nothing less will quell the hatred in my heart!"
Murong Yuan snarled, seething with rage. He would absolutely not let this brat get away today.
He brandished his dagger, kicked off the ground, and charged at Lin Feng once more. This time, his assault was even more ferocious. The blade glittered with a dazzling light, a testament to his fury.
SWISH!
Another flash of silvery light flared as Murong Yuan lunged at Lin Feng again.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Lin Feng and Murong Yuan were locked in a furious battle. They moved at unbelievable speeds, every strike a killing blow, both fighting with desperate abandon.
Lin Feng's face grew increasingly pale. He was severely injured and already at the end of his rope; he couldn't hold on for much longer.
CLINK!
Their weapons collided. Murong Yuan staggered, his arm aching and numb.
Lin Feng seized the opportunity, leaping up and lashing out with a whip kick. The fierce gale it generated shot straight for Murong Yuan's face.
"Get lost!"
Murong Yuan's arm trembled slightly. He snapped his head up, his eyes filled with venomous hatred. Twisting his body, he balled his left hand into a fist and smashed it into the instep of Lin Feng's incoming kick.
THWACK!
A sharp pain shot through Lin Feng's instep. He was thrown backward, tumbling several times across the ground before he could stop himself. A cold, murderous glint appeared in his eyes.
"Heh heh, you have no strength left to resist. Now, die."
Murong Yuan laughed sinisterly and shot toward Lin Feng.
SWISH!
Lin Feng's short sword blurred. A cold light flashed as a thin beam of sword energy shot from its tip toward Murong Yuan, even as Lin Feng himself retreated rapidly.
SCHRRRIP!
The sword light tore across Murong Yuan's shoulder. Blood gushed out instantly, dyeing half of his body crimson.
"Aaargh!"
Murong Yuan cried out in pain. The gash on his arm hurt, but the humiliation stung more.
"You dare launch a sneak attack on me?" Murong Yuan glared viciously at Lin Feng, his eyes blazing with fury.
'This guy is despicable! He's clearly on his last legs, yet he pretended to be fighting me head-on. It was all a trick to find an opening to ambush me!'
"All's fair in war," Lin Feng said coolly.
At these words, Murong Yuan's eyes widened as he glared at Lin Feng, his killing intent now completely unconcealed. He bit out each word, "Fine, fine, fine. Since you're looking for death, I'll grant your wish."
SWISH!
Murong Yuan's figure abruptly vanished.
Lin Feng's pupils constricted. He immediately brandished his short sword, creating a flurry of afterimages that looked like blooming flowers in the air. His Swordsmanship was elegant and nimble, forcing the reappearing Murong Yuan to fall back again and again.
CLANG!
Murong Yuan suddenly stood his ground. A dazzlingly brilliant light erupted from his dagger as it carved a graceful arc through the air, chopping down toward Lin Feng.
Instead of parrying with his sword, Lin Feng extended his free hand, pressing his index and middle fingers together and jabbing them toward the incoming dagger.
TING!
The tip of the dagger met Lin Feng's fingertips, and he was abruptly forced back several steps.
Lin Feng took several deep breaths, calming the churning of his qi and blood. His eyes remained fixed on Murong Yuan.
'If I hadn't blocked that strike with my hand,' he thought, 'I'd probably be lying on the ground right now.'
'Murong Yuan's strength is a cut above even a Peak of Late Stage Innate Martial Cultivator. The pressure is immense. If I don't use my trump card soon, I might really die today.'
"Hahahahaha!"
Seeing Lin Feng forced back, Murong Yuan burst into wild, unrestrained laughter, as if he'd just heard the funniest joke in the world. A crazed light danced in his eyes, and his gaze on Lin Feng was filled with derision and cruelty.
"Finally run out of tricks, have you?"
Murong Yuan cackled, his eyes filled with scorn. In this fight, he, a veteran expert, had been suppressed by Lin Feng multiple times and had even come close to losing his life.
Now that he finally had Lin Feng on the ropes, his excitement was palpable. Though he was also severely wounded, his combat experience was far beyond anything Lin Feng could match.
"Is this all you have left? You dare call yourself my opponent? Get on your knees and beg. I might just spare your life."
Murong Yuan sneered, tightening his grip on his dagger. The sharp blade gleamed with a cold light.
"You want me to kneel and beg for your forgiveness?"
Lin Feng gave a scornful laugh. 'This guy is truly delusional.'
"Enough talk! Time to die!"
Murong Yuan roared, and his dagger, glinting with a biting cold light, shot toward Lin Feng.
CLANG!
Lin Feng parried with his sword, his technique exquisite as he deflected Murong Yuan's dagger.