Extreme Almightiest Young Master

Chapter 369: Thrilling, Fight Again! (Sixth Update)

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"You invited me here without even knowing who I am?" said Lin Feng as he took a step forward, instantly crossing four to five meters and quickly closing the distance to Wan Long. Wan Long was also one of the toughest people he had encountered; formidable indeed. Lin Feng had killed such men on the island before and felt relatively confident about how to kill someone like that.

Moreover, by understanding Wan Long’s character, Lin Feng knew he had to knock Wan Long down, or else he and Huang Shi would never be able to leave this place. With this in mind, Lin Feng wasted no more words and struck again.

"Fight again!" Lin Feng shouted, and his fists once again emitted a pale golden light, charging towards Wan Long with an unstoppable momentum. This was the first time Lin Feng had let loose since leaving the island, so he also wanted to know where his current limit lay, which made a good match with Wan Long right in front of him.

"Whoosh!"

As Lin Feng swiftly approached Wan Long, his figure suddenly flashed, mysteriously appearing behind Wan Long, and then his fists, trailing two Fist Auras, shot towards Wan Long’s back. The two pale golden fists resembled cannonballs rushing towards Wan Long’s back, and even the air carried the sound of a Dragon’s Chant; if they landed, even the toughest expert would be seriously injured.

"Roar..."

Seeing Lin Feng vanish suddenly, Wan Long knew things were bad. Without a second thought, he dodged to the side. Hearing the fists that roared like a Dragon’s Chant chasing him, Wan Long didn’t need to look back, relying instead on his murderous aura to sense the enemy, because at such speeds, vision simply couldn’t keep up. Therefore, the moment Lin Feng appeared behind Wan Long, he had already been discovered by Wan Long.

"Clang! Clang!" The collision of Lin Feng’s Fist Aura with Wan Long’s created a metallic clang, sending out a shockwave that swept the ground clean. Where the Fist Auras intersected, the stone tiles were violently shattered, and cracks spread outward from that point.

It was an even match! Both men separated from each other, but after two hard exchanges, they had each gauged the other’s full measure.

Wan Long’s heart was now in turmoil; the man before him, Lin Feng, was definitely an abnormality among cultivators, having reached the AAA rank at such a young age. No...not right! He wasn’t AAA rank, this feeling wasn’t like AAA rank, but his strength was already on par with Wan Long’s. How odd his power was!

Considering Wan Long himself had only reached this stage at the age of over a hundred, and was just one step away from entering the S rank—which had taken him a whole eight years—it was indeed formidable that Lin Feng, only in his early twenties, was already at a similar level. Such cultivators were exceedingly rare.

Moreover, Lin Feng’s strength was really strange, impossible to categorize with normal levels, as if it emanated a very special aura...

But here he was, Lin Feng, in his early twenties with such a level of cultivation, his future potential was truly limitless. He must be the disciple of some reclusive master. Even among the cultivators Wan Long had heard of, there was no mention of someone so prodigious, let alone a young man in his early twenties who could match him in strength. Yet here he was, and Wan Long realized he had to pull out all the stops or risk falling victim to Lin Feng’s tactics, which would spell disaster for the Three Stars Sect!

Lin Feng’s pale golden Gang Qi was really too bizarre; as soon as their fists met, Wan Long felt his internal organs shake—an experience he had never encountered before. What on earth was going on, why was Lin Feng’s Gang Qi pale golden in color? No matter how much Wan Long thought, he couldn’t make sense of it; wasn’t a cultivator’s Gang Qi supposed to be colorless...?

Lin Feng had now also confirmed Wan Long’s level to be infinitely close to the S rank, as his Cultivation Power felt much more profound than his past opponents’, and he seemed to have been stuck at this threshold for many years, with a very stable inner Qi within his body. In fact, among all the opponents Lin Feng had faced up to this point, Wan Long was the strongest. Such an opponent truly deserved his full attention. Lin Feng was eager to engage in a serious fight here, such opponents were rare after all.

"Exhilarating, fight again!" Lin Feng said before charging at Wan Long once more, his fists still glowing with pale golden light. The fists carried a thunderous roar, mixed with a piercing Dragon’s Chant that sent shivers down the spine. If such fists hit their mark, it was certain to result in severe injury. The sheer sight was terrifying, and Lin Feng’s feet exerted force, cracking the stone slabs beneath him into dust with a resounding ’crack’, forming a deep pit on the ground as his figure turned into a blur, striking towards Wan Long’s back with a fierce punch.

Seeing Lin Feng like this, Wan Long knew he was facing the most powerful opponent in his history and that today only one of them could stand victorious. Therefore, he immediately utilized all his trump cards, disregarding Lin Feng’s approaching attack, and dashed into the nearby woods of the villa, where he had the advantage and the only chance to take down Lin Feng.

After both men entered the forest, Lin Feng became even more cautious, relentlessly pursuing Wan Long with a barrage of punches—unstoppable punches!

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

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At this moment, Lin Feng’s explosive assault was giving Wan Long a real headache. With every collision with Lin Feng, Wan Long’s hands would grow numb by degrees. If this kept up, it was likely that before he could defeat Lin Feng, his hands would lose their responsiveness. What was he to do?

With no other options, Wan Long could only push his Three Stars Elusive Technique to its limit, wrapping his palms in a thick layer of True Qi to clash directly with Lin Feng, minimizing his own injuries.

"Clang!"

No sooner had Wan Long dodged Lin Feng’s Fist Aura than it struck a nearby tree, instantly blasting it apart, snapping it cleanly, and even in a flash, causing a multitude of splinters to burst forth, as if the tree had been hit by an artillery shell.

Wan Long’s scalp tingled at the sight of Lin Feng’s Fist Aura. Such a heavy punch was virtually unseen among cultivators. As someone who was infinitely close to an S-level, his own Fist Aura could only travel seven or eight meters, with the potential to harm within just a few meters. However, Lin Feng’s Fist Aura was even more extensive, and more powerful than his own. How could this be possible? It was simply inconceivable!

Was Lin Feng a master of internal or external martial arts, or could it be true that he cultivated both? With this in mind, Wan Long had already plotted his next move: he would drag out the fight, waiting for Lin Feng to recklessly expend his Gang Qi with no thought for conservation, until he squandered all the Gang Qi and Tili within his body. Once this madman was drained, Wan Long could step in, handle him slowly, and shape him as he wished. Thus, Wan Long began to dodge Lin Feng’s punches with all his might, avoiding engagement unless absolutely necessary.

Yet no matter how long he waited, Lin Feng showed no sign of his moves weakening; rather, they grew fiercer by the moment, each strike more ferocious than the last. His Fist Aura swept through the area like cannon fire, exploding wildly in every direction.

"Bang bang bang..."

Now Wan Long was utterly flabbergasted. He had expected Lin Feng to be exhausted after such a furious assault, but Lin Feng not only showed no signs of exhaustion but seemed to grow even stronger, displaying not the slightest sign of fatigue. It was as if Lin Feng had an endless supply of True Qi. How could this be? How could this be?

Could it be that Lin Feng hadn’t been using his full strength earlier? Impossible. Such powerful Fist Aura couldn’t be faked. So, what Cultivation Technique was he using to be so outrageously powerful? Surely he hadn’t activated some forbidden method to enhance his Cultivation Power momentarily; not only would that cause injury, but there was no way it could last this long...

Out of options, Wan Long unleashed his trump card. While retreating and dodging Lin Feng’s attacks, he continuously struck down the surrounding trees with his palms. The trees, as thick as one could embrace, cracked under Wan Long’s palm force, then toppled and flew towards Lin Feng with a whistling sound.

"Smack smack smack smack smack..."

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

All the trees flew towards Lin Feng with an intimidating force, vexing him greatly. These trees could only delay the inevitable. With that in mind, as the trees nearly reached him, Lin Feng suddenly swung his fists and let out a roar.

"Ahh!"

A shockwave emanated from around Lin Feng, expanding outward in a ripple, instantly shattering the trees attacking him and even pulverizing all the grass and plants in the vicinity into dust while creating a crater more than three meters in diameter at his feet.

"Boom!"

Then Lin Feng, like a cannonball, charged towards Wan Long once again.

Wan Long’s eyes nearly popped out of his sockets when he saw all the trees he had directed at Lin Feng disintegrate into dust. It was unthinkable. If Lin Feng had broken them with Fist Aura, he could have understood, but to see them reduced to dust with a single shout was far too extravagant. How did he do it? Wan Long himself had tried such moves before but never succeeded. What on earth was going on?

However, Lin Feng wouldn’t give Wan Long any time to be astonished, closing in on Wan Long to continue his fierce onslaught.