Dragon-Elephant Prison-Suppressing Strength

Lin Feng's gaze was like two solid ice spikes, instantly pinning Wang Yuru's arrogant face in place.

His broad frame completely shielded his younger sister behind him. His voice was not loud, yet it seemed to carry the frigid wind of the northern lands, scraping painfully against the ears.

"You used those filthy hands of yours to touch my sister?"

When had Wang Yuru ever been questioned in such a murderous tone?

Her heart first jolted, only to be replaced by even fiercer humiliation and rage. She shrieked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"So what if I did! Lin Feng, what the hell are you? A poor, lowborn bastard who only clawed his way up to Chief Banner Officer by relying on the pitiful shade left behind by your dead parents!

And you dare speak to me in that tone?!"

She suddenly stepped forward, her vermilion-painted finger nearly poking Lin Feng in the bridge of the nose.

"I'm telling you, I came here today to see whether that ill-bred little bitch had learned her lesson!

What, you're her brother, so you want to play favorites?"

"Play favorites?" The corner of Lin Feng's mouth curled into an utterly warmthless arc. His eyes were as cold as black ice beneath a ten-thousand-foot abyss. "I won't just play favorites. I'll chop off those filthy hands that touched Wan'er, piece by piece."

"Chop off my hands? You? Hahaha!" Wang Yuru laughed as though she had heard the funniest joke in the world, her body shaking with laughter, though the malice in her eyes nearly overflowed. "You really don't know when to stop!

Don't you treat her like some precious treasure? Then today, out of the goodness of my heart, I'll let you watch a good show!

Right in front of you, I'll beat this little bitch to death!

And killing her won't be enough. I'll strip off her ragged clothes and throw her into the filthiest beggars' den in the west of the city, so those stinking beggars, maggots that they are, can 'cherish' her properly!

I'd like to see what you, such a 'promising' brother, can do to me!"

Before her words had even faded, a flash of viciousness crossed her face.

She actually raised her arm again, fingers spread wide, carrying a vicious gust of wind as she ruthlessly swung at the cheek of the trembling Lin Wan behind Lin Feng!

"You're courting death!"

The volcano Lin Feng had been suppressing in his chest finally erupted completely!

His body moved. Faint golden light glinted from the fingers of his right hand; this was no longer a block.

Instead, with the force to pierce gold and stone, he shot forward like lightning, stabbing straight for Wang Yuru's pale, fragile throat!

"Swish!"

A faint sound of something cutting through the air rang out.

A black shadow, like a venomous snake that had long lurked in the darkness, abruptly appeared before Wang Yuru!

A bone-chilling, tangible inner force struck later yet arrived first, hitting Lin Feng's wrist pulse point with flawless precision!

"Bang!"

Lin Feng was knocked back three steps, his arm numb and tingling.

The black shadow revealed himself: a middle-aged man with a deathly expression, hollow eyes, and a cold aura of death around him, as though he had been born solely for slaughter.

Early Eighth Rank... a Death Warrior! Lin Feng's heart sank.

Seeing the Death Warrior easily stop Lin Feng again, Wang Yuru became even more arrogant. "Kill him! Kill him right now! No! Break his limbs first and cripple his martial arts!

I want him crawling on the ground like a maggot, watching with his own eyes as his most precious little sister is tortured to death! Do it!"

Upon receiving the order, the gray-clad Death Warrior's hollow eyes instantly locked onto Lin Feng. A freezing killing intent enveloped all the space around him.

His figure swayed slightly, his footwork strange and unfathomable. A baleful blue-black sheen covered his palms as he struck directly for the vital points in Lin Feng's chest and the joints throughout his body!

Lin Feng did not dare let down his guard in the slightest. His inner force surged rapidly as he employed close-combat grappling techniques—parrying, blocking, deflecting, guiding—trying to dissolve the other man's storm-like assault.

Yet the gap in their realms and the difference in their specialized techniques were now laid bare beyond doubt.

"Rip!" The fierce palm wind sliced open Lin Feng's clothing at the left shoulder, leaving a bloody mark.

His footwork shifted repeatedly as he moved and dodged throughout the yard, looking rather disheveled as danger lurked at every turn.

At this sight, the flush of excitement on Wang Yuru's face deepened. "Hahaha! Trash!

As expected, you're something that can't be put on display!

With your three-legged cat tricks, you dare make such grand boasts before me? Uncle Wang, don't hold back. Cripple him already!"

The surrounding air seemed to solidify beneath the Death Warrior's icy inner force and razor-sharp killing intent.

Lin Feng's breathing grew slightly hurried, and the situation was hanging by a thread!

At that very instant, a trace of determination flashed deep in Lin Feng's eyes!

"Consume Slaughter Points. Upgrade Brute Ox Strength!"

Consume 4 Slaughter Points to upgrade the martial art Brute Ox Strength!

Boom—!

It was as if a thunderclap had exploded inside his body!

A terrifying power far more vast, far more tyrannical than before, brimming with an ancient and majestic aura, erupted like a giant dragon awakening after ten thousand years of slumber.

It burst forth from his dantian sea of qi with unstoppable force, instantly smashing through the shackles of his existing meridians and coursing through his limbs and bones!

"Crackle, crackle!"

A series of dense explosions, like beans popping in a pan, came from within Lin Feng's originally lean and capable body!

His figure seemed to swell by a full circle. His muscles became more knotted and powerful, while faint golden radiance flowed beneath the skin all over his body.

Brute Ox Strength at Great Mastery directly crossed beyond the Perfection realm and transformed into Dragon-Elephant Prison-Suppressing Strength (Initial Stage)!

At the same time, a warm current emerged from Lin Feng's dantian. His five viscera and six bowels felt incomparably refreshed, brimming with power.

The gray-clad Death Warrior, whose assault had been a relentless tide, suddenly halted mid-charge under the pressure of that sudden majestic aura!

For the first time, an emotion called "shock" rippled through his hollow, deathly eyes!

"Now, it's my turn!"

Lin Feng felt the roaring, surging power within him, seemingly inexhaustible.

A confidence unlike any he had ever known rose in his heart.

Rather than retreating, he faced the Death Warrior and took one step forward!

With that single step, the blue stone ground trembled faintly!

He clenched his right fist. Without using any flashy technique, he simply threw a punch forward!

This punch did not seem particularly fast, yet wherever it passed, the air appeared to be forcibly torn apart, producing a low, suffocating boom that made one's heart race and breath shorten!

Pale golden radiance gathered around the fist, vaguely outlining the phantom image of a dragon's head and an elephant's body!

The Death Warrior forcibly broke free from his shock and let out a beast-like roar.

He poured every last trace of his icy inner force into both palms, crossing them before his chest as he tried to receive this earth-shattering blow head-on!

"Boom—!!!!!"

The instant fist and palms collided, a deafening explosion like muffled thunder burst through the cramped courtyard! Violent shockwaves surged outward from the two of them!

"Crack! Crack!"

What followed was a continuous series of crisp bone-breaking sounds that made one's scalp go numb!

"Urgh—Aah—!"