The Terror of Iron Shirt's Third Layer, Catching a Blade Barehanded!

After exchanging dozens of moves with Lu Gang, Lin Feng leaped back into the distance and spoke coldly.

At the same time, he could not help but feel deeply moved.

Not long ago, a Martial Artist of the Houtian Realm had seemed invincible to him, utterly beyond his ability to resist.

After all, a mere Body Tempering Triple Layer cultivator could be slapped to death by a Houtian Realm Martial Artist a hundred times over.

But times had changed.

His strength had increased tremendously.

Lu Gang, who had once been able to swagger arrogantly before him through sheer strength, could no longer look down on him from above!

Lin Feng had not practiced any other martial arts.

Yet relying solely on the physical strength granted by the Iron Shirt, he had exchanged moves with Lu Gang, a Houtian Realm Martial Artist, without falling into a disadvantage.

Lin Feng surmised that this was likely because the Iron Shirt had reached its third layer.

Upon reaching the Steel Tendon Realm of the third layer, there was already a qualitative leap. Even weapons forged from Mysterious Iron would find it difficult to inflict harm.

Although Houtian Realm Martial Artists wielded True Qi and were extremely formidable, breaking through his Iron Shirt would still be difficult.

This was also because Lu Gang's cultivation was not high, merely the Houtian Second Level.

With a boom.

Lu Gang threw out a palm strike, but it still achieved nothing. He then retreated, his eyes fixed fiercely on Lin Feng.

Mocked by him, Lu Gang was enraged beyond measure. Yet after fighting for so long, let alone killing Lin Feng, he had been unable even to injure him.

At the same time, Lu Gang sensed the aura of the Body Tempering Seventh Level from Lin Feng.

In just a few days, this man's strength had changed so drastically.

Could it be that he had hidden his strength before?!

Lu Gang's thoughts shifted rapidly. He knew full well that Lin Feng's strength had already exceeded his expectations.

He could now withstand dozens of his moves.

Given time, he might even become evenly matched with him, perhaps even defeat him!

Having come here today and been recognized, their enmity had been forged. Even at the risk of being discovered, he had to kill him!

"You little beast, you're getting arrogant too soon!"

Lu Gang sneered and drew a broadsword from his waist.

In the darkness of the night, its blade glinted with a cold sheen.

He had thought one palm strike would be enough to kill Lin Feng.

Who would have thought that he would actually need to use a weapon!

"That trash Lin Zhan actually has a genius for a son! You hid your true strength when you came in, didn't you?"

"Hmph, give you some time to grow, and sooner or later you'll surpass me! Unfortunately, today, there is only one road awaiting you—death!"

Lu Gang licked his lips. The thought of killing a genius stirred a faint thrill within him.

Then he attacked again, blade light flashing explosively.

Lin Feng's gaze remained utterly steady.

After entering the Body Tempering Seventh Level, he had improved in every aspect—strength, speed, and reaction time alike.

Coupled with the third layer of his Iron Shirt.

Lin Feng was confident he could receive this slash barehanded!

Lin Feng shot out his right palm like lightning, intending to take the blow head-on.

Seeing this, Lu Gang grinned savagely. "You're courting death! True Qi may not be able to harm you, but do you think that makes you indestructible?"

"You still want to take my broadsword head-on? Die!!"

Lu Gang had assumed Lin Feng would flee. He had even anticipated Lin Feng's escape route, ready to intercept and kill him.

Yet Lin Feng not only did not run.

Instead, he remained where he was, intending to use his own hand to block this slash?

If that was not courting death, then what was?

Clang!!

The blade came down.

It struck Lin Feng's palm.

By all rights, this slash should have followed along Lin Feng's palm and cleaved off his entire arm.

Yet the broadsword could not advance even an inch, firmly seized in Lin Feng's right hand!

"What?"

Lu Gang's pupils shrank sharply. Lin Feng had blocked his slash?

What a joke!

He swung his saber with all his strength, adding in the second-grade martial art he cultivated, Seven Star Slash.

The power of this strike was terrifying.

No matter what, this man was only in the Body Tempering Realm.

How could a Body Tempering Realm martial artist catch a blade barehanded?

The strength Lin Feng displayed left Lu Gang at a complete loss for words.

Not only could his opponent withstand his Black Fiend Palm head-on.

He could even catch a saber strike barehanded?!

What kind of utterly horrifying defense was this?!

Such defensive power had appeared on a Body Tempering Realm martial artist?

In almost an instant, Lu Gang reassessed the gap between their strengths.

This man was strong!

If he could catch Lu Gang's full-powered saber strike with his bare hands, then Lu Gang simply could not kill him.

A moment ago, he had still been standing high above, looking down on Lin Feng, believing that he only needed to spend a little more effort to kill him.

Yet the moment Lin Feng caught his strike barehanded, Lu Gang's thoughts changed at once!

Having lived this long, Lu Gang's greatest virtue was knowing how to read the situation.

"This man is exceptionally strong. He can fight a Houtian Realm martial artist!"

"I must report this to Captain Zhao. Lin Zhan's son has tremendous potential—he is a threat!"

"With my strength, I can't kill him at all. I need to retreat!"

In the blink of an eye, Lu Gang went from being determined to kill Lin Feng to harboring the faintest thought of retreat.

A moment later, Lu Gang pulled back with all his strength, trying to wrench his saber free.

Yet not only could the blade not move forward an inch.

He could not pull it back at all.

It was as though it had been clamped in place by an enormous force.

"How can his strength be this great?!"

Lu Gang was inwardly shocked. No matter how hard he pulled, he could not retrieve his saber.

His opponent was actually stronger than him?!

Could this man have been hiding his strength?

How could the Body Tempering Seventh Level possess such power?!

Lin Feng snorted coldly. "Trying to run? Stay right there!"

Having completed his cultivation, he had originally intended to seek Lu Gang out for revenge and ask about his father while he was at it.

He had not expected Lu Gang to come knocking on his door. How could he let him go?

At first, when Lu Gang attacked, Lin Feng had been rather cautious, thinking his opponent was formidable.

But after truly exchanging blows, his strength was far too ordinary!

At this point, Lin Feng could also tell that his opponent should be at the Houtian First Layer.

After cultivating the third layer of Iron Shirt, he had gained a fivefold boost in strength, and his Meridians had been reinforced in every aspect. Compared to the Iron Bone Realm, his defensive power had increased by more than tenfold!

If Lu Gang had stayed at a distance and continuously used True Qi to fight him, he might have been able to hold on for a while.

But now, Lu Gang had chosen to fight him at close quarters with a saber?

He was practically handing Lin Feng an opportunity!

Before Lin Feng had even finished speaking, he moved.

He clenched his free hand into a fist. Terrifying strength erupted in an instant as he smashed it toward Lu Gang's face.

Simple and brutal, without the slightest martial arts technique.

He relied purely on his physical strength and power, ruthlessly pounding Lu Gang in the face.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Every punch landed with absolute precision on Lu Gang's face.

Before long, Lu Gang felt dizzy and disoriented. His mouth was full of the taste of blood, and the bones in his face felt as though they were about to be smashed to pieces.

He had been too focused on pulling back his saber, leaving one of Lin Feng's hands unrestrained.

By the time he reacted, Lin Feng had already landed several punches on him.

With a clang, the saber fell to the ground.

Lu Gang staggered backward.

He had already been battered senseless by Lin Feng's punches.

Lin Feng's figure flashed, and he was suddenly in front of Lu Gang, driving another vicious punch into Lu Gang's face.

The force of that punch was terrifying, smashing Lu Gang's entire face inward.

With a slap, Lu Gang could no longer hold on. His body collapsed to the ground, blood continuously spilling from his mouth, his face filled with horror!

He should never, ever have let him get close—who could have known the other man's martial arts were this terrifying!