The instant Zhao Feng charged into the room, he lunged straight at the man surnamed Fei and threw a punch. His opponent slipped aside like a darting fish, narrowly avoiding the force of Zhao Feng's blow. His footwork was extraordinarily nimble, his feet seemingly meeting no resistance as he moved effortlessly through the cramped space.
The man surnamed Fei turned both palms outward, striking at Zhao Feng's chest with a gust of palm force laden with yin baleful energy and a faint, sweet fragrance.
An icy, poisonous wind rushed at Zhao Feng's face. He neither dodged nor retreated, instead driving his fist straight into it!
"You're courting death!" A vicious grin spread across the man's face. Once his yin baleful true qi entered his opponent's body, it would cling like an abscess eating into the bone until it destroyed his heart meridians!
Yet a dull thud rang out, like a blow striking worn leather. A scorching surge of true qi instantly shattered his yin baleful true qi, followed by a second wave that struck his body-protecting true qi.
The man's face paled. Then another wave of force slammed into him, sending him flying backward into the table behind him. Porcelain bowls and earthenware jars crashed to the floor, shards and scattered belongings strewn everywhere.
"This is..." Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. His opponent's single punch carried triple force, and he was actually unafraid of his yin baleful true qi. That one mistaken judgment had cost him everything. He suddenly accelerated toward the window, intending to smash through it and escape.
Zhao Feng abruptly picked up speed, closing in like a leopard pouncing on its prey. The man hurriedly turned and unleashed another Yin Baleful Palm, but Zhao Feng sidestepped it while gathering internal energy in his right