At such a young age, he had already entered the Forging Tendons Early Stage, and his actual combat power was comparable to that of an average Forging Tendons Late Stage Martial Artist.
Such talent was probably not something even the young master of Zhenshan Tower could compare with.
Especially since Yan Feng prided himself on being quite knowledgeable about many things in Lin'an County, he had never heard a single piece of news or rumor about this young man before him.
Logically speaking, such a Genius shouldn't be so unknown.
Soon, a thought popped into his mind.
He wasn't from Lin'an County; he was from Fu City, and Zhenshan Tower was just a cover he mentioned.
"Kid, who exactly are you?"
His movements in his hand paused, and he spoke in a deep voice.
However, Lin Sheng had no intention of answering. Taking advantage of the opponent's slowing offensive, he turned his head and ran towards the side.
This scene made Yan Feng pause, but soon his expression became even colder.
"Very good. No matter who you are or what your background is, today you will be buried here..."
As his voice fell, Yan Feng's figure was already rapidly sweeping towards Lin Sheng.
At this moment, killing intent surged in his heart. The more outstanding Lin Sheng performed, the less he could let the opponent go. After all, such a person was very likely to have a powerful force behind him. Since he had already started, he had to cut the grass and root out the problem.
This time, he didn't hold back at all, his figure like a crossbow bolt shooting out.
Even though Lin Sheng had a three-point agility increase bonus, the distance between the two was constantly shrinking at this moment.
"It's useless, you can't escape. Instead of putting up a desperate struggle, why not stop and obediently accept death? Maybe I'll make it a little easier for you."
While chasing, Yan Feng kept talking to interfere with the opponent.
And Lin Sheng actually stopped. The next moment, he pulled a cloth bag from his chest and threw it backward.
Yan Feng reacted extremely quickly. With a swing of his Iron Fan, he smashed the cloth bag, which instantly exploded into a large area of white mist.
Without any hesitation, Lin Sheng flicked his hand and shot a few more darts into the white mist.
Clang, clang, clang...
Several crisp sounds rang out from the white mist. An Iron Fan had already emerged from it, heading straight for Lin Sheng's neck.
Lin Sheng raised his hand and blocked upwards with his iron spear, just barely stopping the Iron Fan. However, his body was pushed back several steps by the force on it.
From the white mist, Yan Feng's figure rushed out. Although his face was still clean, his original scholar's robe was covered in white dust.
"Lime?"
Yan Feng's expression was somewhat unpleasant, so heavy it seemed like water could drip from it.
The reason he was called the Iron Fan Scholar was that besides being skilled with an Iron Fan, he also had a rather severe cleanliness fetish.
Seeing his clean clothes turn out like this made him extremely angry.
"Kid, do you think you can escape with such despicable methods?"
"Just wait, I will break every single bone in your body, piece by piece."
As his voice fell, he had already pounced towards Lin Sheng.
The Iron Fan in his hand swayed like the wind, falling on Lin Sheng like raindrops.
This time, Lin Sheng didn't run away again. He lifted his iron spear and blocked with difficulty.
In the gaps, he occasionally drew his spear to counterattack, but they were all easily resolved by the opponent.
Suddenly, his thigh swelled, and he raised his foot to kick towards the opponent. Yan Feng, on the other hand, struck out with his left hand like a palm. With a bang, Lin Sheng's body retreated again.
"White Ape Leg Technique, hmph, just so-so."
Yan Feng snorted coldly. As a master who had been famous for many years, his eyesight was naturally excellent. He could tell the origin of Lin Sheng's leg technique at a glance.
As he spoke, his figure was already closing in again. As he got closer, the Iron Fan detached from his palm and circled around Lin Sheng. This sudden move caught Lin Sheng off guard, and he raised his iron spear to block beside him.
Amidst the chilling noise, the iron spear was actually split into two. The Iron Fan's momentum paused slightly but had already fallen towards Lin Sheng's chest.
He tried his best to dodge, but in the end, he was still a fraction of a second too slow. A line of blood was drawn across his chest by the fan tip.
Although it didn't hit a vital spot and was only a superficial wound, streams of blood still flowed out, staining his sturdy clothes red in a large area.
"Don't worry, this is just the beginning. The real show is yet to come."
The Iron Fan circled around Lin Sheng and returned to Yan Feng's hand. He saw him separate his hands, and the Iron Fan split into two, becoming two strangely shaped weapons.
Lin Sheng didn't pay attention to the wound on his chest. Instead, he frowned and looked at the opponent. Then, instead of retreating, his figure advanced, actually charging straight towards the opponent.
"Seeking death!"
Seeing this scene, Yan Feng let out a sinister laugh. He twirled the two strange weapons in his hands and also went straight to meet him.
The iron spear in Lin Sheng's hand was now only half its original length. Every time the two collided, a string of sparks would erupt, leaving dents on the broken spear's body. It was clear it would soon break again.
Lin Sheng, however, seemed not to see it. The broken spear kept smashing down regardless, every move aimed directly at the opponent's face.
For a time, he was actually able to barely withstand the opponent's offensive. However, Yan Feng kept sneering, leaving a bloodstain on Lin Sheng from time to time.
Although none of them were deep cuts, if there were too many, it wouldn't be long before he lost blood and strength, losing his ability to resist. By then, he could naturally slowly deal with the opponent.
At this moment, he was already confident of victory. He still had a burst secret technique he hadn't used. If he used it, he was confident he could take down the opponent within a few breaths.
However, using the burst secret technique would also damage his vitality. In the current situation, it was just a matter of spending a little more time, so there was no need to use it.
If he rushed and the opponent launched a desperate counterattack regardless of the consequences, he might also suffer some minor injuries.
Moreover, watching the prey slowly despair in his hands, he was happy to do so.
Suddenly, Lin Sheng's hands swelled. The muscles on his arms bulged, surging towards his palms like waves. All the strength in his body had gathered in his hands, and the powerful force was fully reflected on the broken spear.
"Petty tricks."
Seeing this, Yan Feng sneered. He naturally saw that the opponent was cornered and was going all out.
Immediately, he crossed his hands, stacking the weapons and blocking upwards.
He cultivated the Cloud Mist Technique, and although he wasn't known for his strength, he was still a Forging Tendons Late Stage master who had cultivated for many years. From their previous exchanges, he had already figured out that the opponent's strength wasn't particularly impressive, even a bit weaker than his. Even if he fully burst out, he wasn't afraid at all.
The iron spear struck out like a black lightning bolt, and the two strange weapons also firmly blocked in front of it.
Only a clang exploded as the two fiercely collided.
Feeling the powerful force coming from the iron spear, Yan Feng's figure ultimately took a step back. However, just as he was about to retaliate, his expression suddenly changed drastically.
Because at this moment, he clearly felt the power on the iron spear suddenly increase greatly, almost doubling compared to before.
In just an instant, it scattered the weapons he had blocked in front of him. The broken spear, covered in rust spots and wounds, continued its momentum undiminished, aiming directly at his glabella.
The sharp air blast made Yan Feng feel a chill at his glabella, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.
"Not good!"
Thinking to himself, he didn't even think and quickly flashed aside to dodge. At such a close distance and being caught off guard, even with his movement technique, he couldn't completely avoid it. Although he barely avoided the vital spot on his glabella, the iron spear fiercely pierced into his left shoulder.
Feeling the intense pain coming from his shoulder, Yan Feng's face contorted. However, before he could react, a grayish-black large hand had cut through the air and grabbed towards him.
Although he had suffered a great loss, Yan Feng was ultimately experienced in combat. He didn't even think and bent his elbow to block the large hand.
Bang!
With a muffled sound, Yan Feng let out a muffled groan. He could no longer control his body and retreated several steps backward.
Without any chance to catch his breath, Lin Sheng charged forward like a tiger released from its cage.
Bull Rushing Horn... White Ape Hook Moon... Bull Rushing Horn...
One killing move after another was continuously launched, forcing Yan Feng to retreat repeatedly. The weapons in his hands had long been knocked away.
However, even though Yan Feng had recovered slightly and was at a disadvantage, he still blocked all of Lin Sheng's attacks.
"Kid, you... I will kill you!!"
Finally, after another head-on collision, Yan Feng's figure retreated several steps again. At this moment, his face was somewhat pale, but more than that, it was twisted with anger.
He hadn't expected that this kid still had such a hidden move, causing him to suffer such a great loss when he wasn't paying attention.
Similarly, he understood that in this situation, he could no longer hold back, otherwise, it was quite possible he might fail unexpectedly.
"Azure Mist Force!"
With a low shout, a series of crisp bone sounds came from within Yan Feng's body.
His originally somewhat dispirited Aura suddenly became extremely sharp.
"He still has a backup plan!"
Seeing Yan Feng's change, Lin Sheng frowned slightly. However, he naturally couldn't just watch the opponent finish. Immediately, he stomped the ground heavily with both feet, and his figure charged towards the opponent like a cannonball.
"I want you dead!!"
At this moment, Yan Feng's original pale complexion was no longer there. Instead, it was an indescribably ruddy and congested color.
He immediately raised his hand and threw a punch towards Lin Sheng.
The two fists collided.
He only felt a surge of Giant Strength coming from his hand, which was even stronger than after he had entered the Tusker Mountain Pig state.
Thump, thump, thump... His body inevitably retreated two steps.
"This is... a burst secret technique!!?"
This thought suddenly flashed in his mind.
Although he was shocked in his heart, there wasn't the slightest trace of panic. He immediately retreated without thinking.
The opponent's strength was already above his, and with the addition of the burst secret technique, it had already surpassed him by a lot.
Naturally, he couldn't foolishly go up and clash head-on with the opponent again.
Although he had never cultivated a burst secret technique, he knew a little about secret techniques.
No matter what kind of burst secret technique it was, there was a time limit. Once the time was up, the state would become much weaker.
"Trying to run!"
Seeing Lin Sheng's action of running backward, Yan Feng became furious and laughed instead, completely disregarding his injuries.
Immediately, he exerted force and chased forward. With the enhancement of the burst secret technique, his speed and strength both surged by thirty to forty percent.
His speed was already extremely fast, and at this moment, his figure was even like a ghost.
And he also found that the opponent's speed seemed much slower than before.
Although he didn't know the reason, having used the secret technique, he had absolute confidence in himself. As long as he caught up, he would definitely kill him with his palm.
In just a few breaths, he was already within two meters of Lin Sheng. Just as he was about to catch up, he saw the opponent flick his wrist backward without turning his head, and two darts were already shooting towards him head-on.
He raised his hand and knocked the two darts away, but his body inevitably paused slightly, and the original distance was instantly pulled open by several meters again.
By the time he pressed forward again, Lin Sheng raised his hand and shot out two more darts.
Yan Feng could only act to block, and the distance was pulled open again. This was repeated several times.
Every time he was about to catch up to the opponent, he would always throw darts backward, or some miscellaneous objects, forcing him to block them or dodge, but he was always unable to catch up to the opponent.
"Kid... Do you dare to fight me!!"
Yan Feng kept chasing, his mouth continuously roaring in anger.
However, Lin Sheng just kept his head down and ran wildly, turning a deaf ear, or he would flick his hand and throw out two darts.
"With such despicable methods, aren't you afraid of becoming a laughingstock... bringing shame upon your sect and Family..."
Yan Feng, not believing in evil, kept mocking him aloud, trying to make him stop.
"Shame on your mom!"
However, Lin Sheng threw out a sentence without turning his head.
This immediately infuriated Yan Feng.
"I will kill you... I must kill you... I will skin you and pull out your tendons!!"
His mouth roared repeatedly.
"Kill your mom!"
The only response he got was this sentence.
Yan Feng's face turned red, and his fists clenched, making cracking sounds.
He didn't know how many years it had been since he had been this angry as he was today.
Forcing down the monstrous rage in his heart, he stopped speaking, afraid that if he continued, the opponent would first infuriate him to death.
An incense stick's worth of time passed. By this time, Lin Sheng no longer had anything on him that he could throw out. Both darts and beast Materials were completely empty.
He shot out the last dart in his hand, stopped his figure, turned around, and looked steadily at the opponent.
"Run, why aren't you running anymore? Have you used up all your despicable methods...?"
Seeing Lin Sheng stop, a smile appeared on Yan Feng's face. However, this smile was indescribably twisted and ferocious, and at the same time, it held a hint of wild excitement.
So much so that his hands were trembling slightly, and he only felt a light, floating sensation on his body.
"Not running anymore. It's about time to send you on your way."
Lin Sheng stood with clasped fists, his expression calm, but soon the corners of his mouth spread into a sinister grin.
Hearing this, Yan Feng was startled, but soon he realized something was wrong.
It was only then that he noticed that at some point, both his hands and his two arms had been stained with a layer of grayish-black purple.
And the trickles of blood flowing from the wound on his shoulder also appeared grayish-black.
"This is... poison!!"
Yan Feng's face changed drastically. Before this, he had been extremely angry and his attention was focused on the opponent, thinking about how to kill him. He hadn't noticed his own changes at all.
It was only now that he reacted. The trembling in his hands and the light, floating sensation he felt just now weren't caused by excitement at all. It was clearly because he had been poisoned, and the poison was attacking his heart.
"You... you... you..."
Yan Feng stretched out his finger and pointed at Lin Sheng, wanting to say something, but he could only say the word "you" several times and couldn't speak at all.
Poof...
Finally, he couldn't hold back anymore and opened his mouth to vomit out a large stream of fresh blood.
This was spat out due to sheer anger, but even the blood he spat out had been stained with a layer of black.
As he spat out this mouthful of blood, his body swayed. It was clear that the poison had fully taken effect.
He forced himself to walk towards Lin Sheng, but at this moment, his speed was already much slower than before.
Lin Sheng, on the other hand, slowly retreated backward. Even though Yan Feng seemed to be at the end of his rope at this moment, he had no intention of going forward to fight him, in case the opponent launched a desperate counterattack before dying.
Another ten-plus breaths passed. The ruddy color on Yan Feng's face faded.
In an instant, it turned pale, mixed with a hint of grayish-black.
He collapsed to the ground. The aftereffects of the secret technique burst and the potent poison in his body made him unable to hold on any longer.
Whoosh...
A pebble shot out. This time, he didn't have the strength to dodge. His head was hit by the small stone, knocking him completely unconscious.