Breakthrough Again!

"Wan'er, step back," he said softly.

Wan'er looked up at him, her eyes full of worry. "Brother Feng..."

"Step back."

Wan'er bit her lip and retreated to the side.

Lin Feng stepped forward and stood face-to-face with Lin Hu.

They stood less than three feet apart, their gazes colliding in midair.

Lin Hu's eyes were filled with contempt and provocation.

Lin Feng's eyes were calm as water.

"Want to fight?" Lin Feng asked, his voice soft. "Are you sure?"

Lin Hu felt a chill creep into his heart under that gaze, but with the arrow already on the bowstring, he had no choice but to let it fly.

He gritted his teeth. "Cut the crap! Take this!"

He suddenly threw a punch!

He put all his strength into this punch.

Battle Qi at the seventh stage of Dou Qi gathered around his fist, carrying a howling gust as it shot straight toward Lin Feng's face!

Lin Feng did not dodge.

He did not even raise a hand.

He merely shifted slightly, letting the punch brush past his cheek.

Lin Hu's punch missed, pitching his body forward and throwing off his balance.

At that moment, Lin Feng moved.

He simply reached out and grabbed Lin Hu's wrist.

Lin Hu only felt his wrist tighten, as though it had been clamped in an iron vice.

He struggled desperately, but that hand did not budge, as if it had been welded to his wrist.

"Y-You... let go!"

Lin Hu's face flushed red as he swung his other hand at him.

Lin Feng raised his other hand as well and caught that wrist too.

Two hands, two wrists, locked in place as though bound by iron hoops, unable to move.

Lin Hu panicked.

He struggled wildly and kicked his legs about, but Lin Feng's