Chapter 432: Suppression
At that moment, Murong Yuan suddenly changed his tactics. He stopped tangling with Lin Feng and abruptly flung his dagger. The weapon shot toward Lin Feng like a meteor.
'Is this old bastard trying to suppress me?'
Lin Feng's brow twitched. He immediately sensed Murong Yuan's intention and, without hesitation, swung his short sword to meet the attack.
The dagger traced a graceful arc, pierced straight through the short sword, and continued onward.
Lin Feng's expression changed. He twisted his body aside, and the dagger flew past, grazing his chest and tearing a slit in his clothes. He had been lucky to dodge in time. Otherwise, even if he hadn't died, the dagger would have pierced his chest.
But then the dagger swerved, banking on a treacherous path to strike at him again. This time, it aimed for his heart. If it hit, death was certain.
BANG!
Lin Feng supported himself on one leg, using his back foot as a pivot, and threw his body backward. He slid seven or eight meters across the ground. Just then, Murong Yuan's dagger scraped past him and stabbed into the spot where he had just been standing, shattering the stone slab on the ground.
Lin Feng's eyes narrowed. He saw a savage smile hanging on Murong Yuan's lips, which put him on even higher alert.
WHOOSH!
While he was lost in thought, Murong Yuan's figure had already closed the distance. The dagger cut a black shadow through the air, aiming straight for Lin Feng's throat.
With lightning reflexes, Lin Feng raised his arm and grabbed the dagger's blade.
SCREECH!
The sound of metal scraping against flesh rang out as the dagger's blade grated violently against Lin Feng's skin.
Lin Feng's brow furrowed. He felt a tearing pain spread throughout his body. An immense pulling force came from his wrist, threatening to sever his arm completely.
CRACK!
Lin Feng gritted his teeth and held on. The veins on his wrist bulged, and the bones within made a sickening, crunching sound.
"Die, boy."
A cruel arc formed on Murong Yuan's lips as he spoke, his eyes frigid. He yanked hard with his hand!
He intended to rip Lin Feng's arm off by brute force. Once Lin Feng lost an arm, he would no longer be a threat.
SNAP!
A crisp sound echoed. Lin Feng's right arm fell limply to his side. But he used the force from the pull on his arm to throw his body backward.
Murong Yuan's eyes narrowed. Lin Feng had actually dodged the fatal blow.
SWISH!
Murong Yuan flicked his wrist, and the dagger in his hand shot straight toward Lin Feng. This was his most practiced assassination move, one that had never failed. If it landed, Lin Feng would surely die.
Lin Feng's eyes narrowed slightly. With a single movement, he shifted two feet to the left, barely dodging Murong Yuan's attack.
BANG!
In that split second, Murong Yuan's dagger plunged into the stone wall beside them. The hilt quivered, a testament to the full force Murong Yuan had put behind the strike.
"You can't escape, boy!"
Murong Yuan sneered, his cold eyes fixed on Lin Feng. That sudden change in direction had completely disrupted his rhythm.
But now he had adjusted to Lin Feng's tempo. It was time for this game to end.
Lin Feng's brow furrowed slightly. That sudden turn had indeed caught him off guard, but he wasn't panicked. He believed Murong Yuan must have been surprised as well, which was exactly what he needed.
'As long as Murong Yuan is distracted for even a moment, I can turn this defeat into victory!'
Lin Feng stared at Murong Yuan with ice-cold eyes. He knew this duel had reached its critical point.
He had to end this quickly. Otherwise, once Murong Yuan recovered, the tables would turn, and his situation would become perilous.
SWISH!
Lin Feng's short sword became an impenetrable blur. Each and every move was sharp and domineering as he engaged Murong Yuan in a battle that had reached a fever pitch.
Every one of Lin Feng's strikes was vicious, aimed directly at vital points, with nothing held back!
He knew very well that a single mistake would mean death, so he absolutely would not give Murong Yuan a chance to breathe.
BANG!
Fists and feet flew. The two exchanged blows at an incredible speed, clashing dozens of times in the blink of an eye. The sounds of their fight were terrifying.
"Just die for me, boy!"
Following Murong Yuan's roar, Lin Feng felt his arm go numb from the impact. He hastily retreated but was still a fraction too slow. A piercing pain shot through his wrist, and blood instantly stained his sleeve.
Murong Yuan's eyes darkened. He couldn't believe that after dozens of exchanges in such a short time, he hadn't even managed to touch the corner of his opponent's clothing. The thought filled him with shame and fury.
BOOM!
Murong Yuan threw another punch. It was a simple, direct strike aimed straight for Lin Feng's chest, but the power behind it was shockingly terrifying.
Just as his fist was about to smash into Lin Feng's chest, Lin Feng pushed off the ground with the tips of his toes and leaped away.
Murong Yuan's punch hit nothing but air, but his momentum didn't stop. He twisted his wrist, spinning the dagger in his hand. A cold glint flashed as the blade's edge sliced toward Lin Feng's neck.
Lin Feng's gaze hardened. His figure flickered and vanished from sight.
SWISH! SWISH!
Several cold glints of light appeared. Murong Yuan's dagger struck at the spot where he had just been standing, but Lin Feng had cleverly evaded it.
THUD!
At that critical moment, Lin Feng caught him off guard and leaped out from behind him.
The short sword in his hand stabbed abruptly toward Murong Yuan's back. Murong Yuan was stunned for a moment but didn't hesitate. He swung his elbow back in a counter-strike, aiming directly for Lin Feng's head.
Lin Feng's pupils shrank. He retreated rapidly, his speed reaching its absolute limit.
DING!
The short sword collided with Murong Yuan's elbow, creating the clang of metal. The webbing of Lin Feng's thumb throbbed with pain from the impact, and the short sword flew from his grasp, only to be snatched by Murong Yuan.
"Heh, you think you can hurt me with such petty tricks? How utterly ridiculous!"
Murong Yuan sneered. With a slight movement of his arm, the dagger in his hand carved an arc through the air, heading straight for Lin Feng's heart.
Lin Feng stomped his foot, launching himself into the air. He delivered a vicious whip kick aimed straight at Murong Yuan's head, sharp and unstoppable.
Murong Yuan's figure quickly dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow. And then, a cunning smile spread across his face, as if his scheme had succeeded.
Murong Yuan's eyes grew sharp. He swept his dagger toward Lin Feng's waist and abdomen. He was going to cripple Lin Feng's martial arts!
SWISH!
But just then, Lin Feng made an unexpected move.
He shifted his footing, choosing to evade the dagger's edge. This dodge was clearly beyond Murong Yuan's expectations.
In that moment of hesitation, Murong Yuan's dagger still managed to graze Lin Feng's waist, drawing a spray of blood.
'That was close!'
Fine beads of sweat broke out on Lin Feng's forehead. A dull ache spread from his waist. If his reflexes hadn't been fast enough just now, he would have been cut down on the spot.