The Capital's Dragon Doctor

Lin Feng's Body Technique was incredibly bizarre; he had no idea what kind of martial art Lin Feng was using.

A cold smirk touched Lin Feng's lips. He tapped his left foot on the ground, then pushed off, soaring toward Murong Yuan. His right arm shot out like iron pincers, aiming for Murong Yuan's neck.

Murong Yuan's expression tightened. The speed of Lin Feng's Body Technique shocked him. He retreated explosively, narrowly avoiding what would have been a fatal blow.

Lin Feng's assault didn't let up. He formed his right hand into a claw and lunged at Murong Yuan.

Murong Yuan gritted his teeth and threw a vicious roundhouse kick with his left leg, stirring up a razor-sharp gust of wind.

Lin Feng's gaze sharpened as he twisted his body to dodge the kick. Murong Yuan seized the chance to retreat further. He watched Lin Feng, a cold glint flickering in his eyes as a crackling sound came from within his body.

He watched Murong Yuan silently, his own gaze growing colder.

BANG!

He and Murong Yuan's figures flashed past one another, and they both leaped apart.

Murong Yuan's heart pounded. 'Lin Feng actually dodged my kick? I never expected that. Did he see through my ultimate Body Technique, the Phantom Step?'

Lin Feng's eyes grew even sharper. Murong Yuan was using a Breath-Holding Secret Technique, similar to the Turtle Breath Technique. Lin Feng sensed a dangerous aura coming from him.

'Clearly, this kind of technique places high demands on the body. Murong Yuan's strength is nothing to scoff at. I can't let my guard down.'

BANG!

The two flashed past each other once more. This time, Lin Feng didn't dodge as easily as before.

Instead, he took a solid kick from Murong Yuan's other foot, sending him flying backward to land heavily several meters away.

'So strong!'

As soon as he landed, Lin Feng rubbed the injured spot. That last blow from Murong Yuan was incredibly powerful; even his muscles ached from the impact.

'This guy's true combat strength really is something else!'

An idea surfaced in Lin Feng's mind. A strange smile appeared on his face. He lifted his head, looked at Murong Yuan, and grinned, revealing a bloodthirsty smile.

Murong Yuan frowned. Seeing Lin Feng's smile, he felt a sudden sense of foreboding.

Lin Feng's body shot forward with extreme speed, instantly arriving in front of Murong Yuan. He thrust his legs forward like two javelins.

Murong Yuan snorted coldly. He had already assumed a defensive stance. The moment Lin Feng got close, Murong Yuan drove an elbow into his abdomen.

Lin Feng's body came to an abrupt halt. He hunched over and slid backward several meters.

Lin Feng's head was bowed, his expression hidden, his thoughts unknown. But his right hand slowly clenched into a fist.

Murong Yuan grew wary. 'Even though I didn't use much of my Inner Strength in that last strike, I'm confident the force was enough to cripple Lin Feng's Dantian.'

But he never imagined that Lin Feng would just take the hit as if nothing had happened.

'Could his cultivation talent really be that heaven-defying? Or was that just a fluke?'

Murong Yuan couldn't make sense of it, but regardless, Lin Feng's performance had earned his complete recognition.

Just then, Lin Feng slowly raised his head, a faint smile on his lips.

Murong Yuan's pupils contracted. He keenly sensed a change in Lin Feng's aura.

It was this same aura that had caused Murong Yuan to misjudge him earlier. He had treated Lin Feng like an ordinary Martial Artist, but now it was clear he was a wolf in sheep's clothing.

SWOOSH!

Without a shred of hesitation, Murong Yuan immediately sped away, determined to put some distance between them.

"Trying to run? You're not getting away today!"

Lin Feng bellowed as his figure flickered, instantly reappearing beside Murong Yuan.

POW!

Before Murong Yuan could react, he was sent flying by another vicious punch from Lin Feng.

PTHOO!

Murong Yuan spat out a mouthful of blood. Lin Feng's punch had been utterly ruthless, leaving a dark bruise on his chest.

But he couldn't be bothered to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, instead hurriedly circulating his Inner Strength to recover from his injuries.

"Brat, you've really pissed me off now! You're dead!"

Murong Yuan roared, his aura erupting. His eyes turned red, and he looked as if he wanted to tear Lin Feng to shreds.

WHOOSH...

He formed a sword with two fingers and thrust them forward. A ray of golden light shot out from between his fingers, heading straight for Lin Feng.

Lin Feng narrowed his eyes. With a flash in his eyes, he leaned back, dodging the ray of golden light. But just as he stabilized himself, Murong Yuan was already right in front of him.

BOOM!

Murong Yuan lashed out with a whip kick. Lin Feng crossed his arms to block. With a muffled thud, Lin Feng was sent flying back, only stopping after crashing through several trees.

"Hahaha! Brat, how about that? Did that feel good?"

Murong Yuan laughed, looking as if victory was already in his grasp.

"It was okay."

Lin Feng spat on the ground, his face full of mockery. He looked at Murong Yuan as if he were looking at an idiot.

"You're courting death!"

Murong Yuan flew into a rage. His handsome face twisted, and his eyes filled with fury. Lin Feng's words had completely infuriated him.

He took a quick step forward, closing the distance to Lin Feng in the blink of an eye. He thrust out both palms, unleashing two powerful blasts of palm wind.

The two Palm Seals spiraled toward Lin Feng, crushing him with such force that the very air seemed to warp.

Faced with Murong Yuan's ferocious attack, Lin Feng's figure flickered, and he dodged the two Palm Seals.

"Huh? You can still dodge? Just watch how I'll deal with you!"

Murong Yuan's expression darkened. He was baffled by Lin Feng's inconsistency—sometimes he would dodge with impossible speed, and other times he would choose to take a blow head-on. His gaze grew even more sinister.

Lin Feng didn't dodge or evade. He stood rooted to the spot, completely still.

BANG!

A rapid series of booming sounds rang out as every single one of Murong Yuan's attacks landed squarely on Lin Feng's chest.

But what baffled Murong Yuan was that even though every one of his strikes hit its mark, Lin Feng was still alive and kicking, seemingly without suffering a single scratch.

The more Murong Yuan attacked, the more astonished he became. 'What in the world is this Cultivation Technique Lin Feng is using? It's so bizarre!'

Unwilling to accept defeat, he refused to believe his attacks were having no effect. He began swinging his fists frantically, smashing them one after another into Lin Feng.

But Lin Feng's body was as elusive as a phantom. Every time Murong Yuan's fist was about to make contact, Lin Feng would deftly dodge it.

Murong Yuan grew anxious, his forehead beaded with sweat. Lin Feng's strange moves made it impossible for him to land a solid blow.

Moreover, Lin Feng's speed was astounding. Every time Murong Yuan threw a palm strike, Lin Feng's figure would have already vanished from his sight.