Chapter 434: Unmoved
Their legs collided squarely with a deafening thud.
Lin Feng's foot sank abruptly into the hard concrete slab, a full three centimeters deep, but Lin Feng himself didn't move an inch. Murong Yuan, however, stumbled back three steps.
Murong Yuan was utterly horrified. 'My leg strength isn't my greatest asset, but that whip kick was no joke.'
Yet Lin Feng had not only taken the hit head-on but had also forced him back three steps. And from the looks of it, he seemed completely unaffected!
'How is that possible!'
'This kid is clearly a head shorter than me, so how could he possibly have so much strength? Enough to knock me back?!'
Murong Yuan was shaken to his core. He no longer had the luxury of wondering why he was losing; the immediate priority was to escape.
He took a deep breath and circulated the Inner Strength in his body to its absolute limit. He instantly shot up a foot taller, then executed a sparrowhawk flip and bolted toward the dense woods in the distance.
His best chance was gone.
From the moment Lin Feng lured him outside the villa, his time had been running out.
Now, after clashing for three minutes, he had to retreat. Otherwise, if he waited for Murong Yi Yun to summon the clan elders from the Murong Family—the ones he hadn't managed to buy off—he would truly be done for today!
Watching the rapidly fleeing Murong Yuan, Lin Feng's lips curved into a faint smile. He quickened his pace and, in an instant, caught up to him.
SWOOSH!
Lin Feng lifted his right leg and lashed out with another kick.
Murong Yuan's movement faltered. Lin Feng's kick landed squarely on the Danzhong acupoint on his left shoulder. Enduring the heart-rending pain, Murong Yuan twisted his body in mid-air to dissipate most of the force.
Murong Yuan's face became utterly savage. He glared at Lin Feng, his eyes spitting fire, as if he wanted to swallow him whole.
"Dammit!"
Murong Yuan cursed loudly. Now that he had put some distance between himself and the Murong Clan estate, he wasn't quite as panicked.
Seeing Lin Feng actually dare to pursue him, he tapped his toes on the ground and appeared before Lin Feng, throwing a punch. This strike was fueled by rage and seemed unstoppable.
A smile appeared on Lin Feng's face, but he didn't dare to be careless. He launched a sweeping kick straight for Murong Yuan's chin.
A vicious grin spread across Murong Yuan's lips. With a flip of his right hand, a dagger appeared and thrust straight for Lin Feng's abdomen. He was going for a one-hit kill, intending to finish Lin Feng with his blade.
The faint smile remained on Lin Feng's face. He twisted at the waist, dodging the dagger's attack, and simultaneously reached for Murong Yuan's throat.
Murong Yuan's heart tightened at the sight. He hastily withdrew his hand and dodged to the side to prevent Lin Feng from grabbing his throat.
Murong Yuan was astounded. 'How is this guy's reaction time so fast!'
'We're both injured now, but my strength is still superior. It's only natural for me to have such reflexes; after all, I was once a Grandmaster Powerhouse!'
'But on what basis was Lin Feng able to recover so quickly? Could it be... that he wasn't really injured in the first place?'
The more Murong Yuan thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. Otherwise, there was no way to explain Lin Feng's sudden burst of power.
At this thought, his eyes hardened. He pushed off the ground again and threw a punch at Lin Feng's chest.
A grave look appeared in Lin Feng's eyes. He didn't dodge. Instead, he grabbed Murong Yuan's wrist, yanked it back forcefully, and simultaneously kicked at Murong Yuan's crotch!
Murong Yuan froze for a moment, then fury surged within him. 'Lin Feng is going too far! This time, I won't hold back.'
His body shot into the air as he lashed out with a whip kick toward Lin Feng's chest.
Lin Feng's footwork shifted, and he narrowly dodged the blow. At the same time, he let go of Murong Yuan's arm, pivoted on his waist, spun violently, and swept his leg toward Murong Yuan's hip.
Murong Yuan was forced to abandon his attack, pushing off the ground to retreat. He chose not to press the assault; this Lin Feng's strength exceeded his expectations. He decided to conserve his energy first and wait for a chance to ambush him.
'I refuse to believe Lin Feng can maintain this speed indefinitely. As long as I drag this out until his stamina is depleted, victory will be mine for the taking.'
Murong Yuan's thinking was indeed correct. The deterrent power of Lin Feng's last move had been immense, but it was not sustainable.
BANG!
The two shot past each other, landing a few meters apart. Neither could get the upper hand.
Murong Yuan panted heavily, his eyes narrowing as he came to a decision. 'I have to find the right opportunity to cut Lin Feng down.'
Murong Yuan's eyes were slightly bloodshot, filled with killing intent.
A chill ran down Lin Feng's spine, as if a sharp sword were hanging behind him, making his hair stand on end. He turned around slowly. A dagger was pointed right at his throat.
"How did you see through my Phantom Step?"
Murong Yuan asked, his face grim. The speed Lin Feng displayed made him feel a strong sense of threat, forcing him to be cautious.
Lin Feng looked at Murong Yuan, the corner of his mouth lifting in an icy arc. "Heh... so what if I told you? Am I supposed to tell you everything I know?"
Murong Yuan was left speechless, so frustrated he could have coughed up blood. He knew Lin Feng was right; there was no way he would tell him. And since Lin Feng wouldn't talk, there was nothing he could do to force him.
A savage light flickered in his eyes, and a hint of venomous resentment flashed in their depths.
Faced with constant humiliation from a junior, wouldn't anyone be furious?
Murong Yuan was no exception. His teeth ground together with a CRUNCH as his eyes locked onto Lin Feng.
"Hmph! I don't care how you saw through my Body Technique, but I advise you not to press your luck. Otherwise, I don't mind seeing you off!" Murong Yuan said in a chilling tone.
Before his words had even faded, his right leg tensed, gathering power, and then kicked toward Lin Feng with a whistle.
The kick was as swift as lightning, and the power contained within it made even Lin Feng inwardly click his tongue in amazement.
Lin Feng shot Murong Yuan a disdainful glance, and his figure suddenly vanished.
Murong Yuan's foot struck the ground, instantly leaving a five-to-six-inch-long gash in the hard concrete, a testament to the kick's immense force.
Meanwhile, Lin Feng stood less than four meters behind Murong Yuan, his expression calm, completely unaffected by the move.
It seemed like a simple, ordinary move, yet it concealed a profound mystery; every movement and swing of the leg was meticulously calculated.
A flicker of doubt crossed Murong Yuan's eyes as he looked at Lin Feng. Although the attack had been simple, the power it contained was by no means small. Logically, there was no way Lin Feng should have been able to dodge such a move.