Chapter 550: Battle to the Death
On Yuan Tong's body, a yin-yang pattern even appeared, continuously circulating.
Lifting both hands, in Yuan Tong's right hand, flames raged wildly; in his left hand, a chilling yin-cold aura wreaked havoc.
"Lin Feng, be careful. Yuan Tong's yin-yang cultivation technique, the Nine Yin Palm Force is venomously cold and poisonous, while the Flame Yang is terrifyingly domineering." Huo Jiuyang reminded from the ground. Lin Feng nodded slightly. Even without Huo Jiuyang's reminder, Lin Feng understood that attacking with both yin and yang simultaneously would certainly not be a simple superposition.
"Even if he knows, what can he do? Let's see how he blocks it."
Yuan Tong said arrogantly, his voice cold.
"Must I block?" A voice emerged from Lin Feng's mouth. True essence power surged out wildly. A terrifying scorching heat rose from his body. Sunlight shone upon him, dazzling and brilliant. In Lin Feng's right hand, the Sun Sword was so blindingly radiant, light shooting in all directions.
Moreover, besides this terrifying solar heat, a dreadful killing intent emanated from Lin Feng, growing stronger and stronger, roaring and sweeping wildly through the void.
A mass of terrifying dark true essence light gathered in Lin Feng's left hand. Another sword slowly condensed. This sword was like a Slaughter Sword, containing nothing but slaughter.
Yuan Tong's hands—left for yin, right for yang—merged yin and yang.
Lin Feng's hands both held swords, but in his left hand was the Slaughter Sword, imbued with a terrifying killing will; in his right hand was the Flame Sword, the Sun Sword, incinerating everything.
"This world will never lack geniuses. Don't be too self-righteous. You have your methods, but that doesn't mean others don't."
Lin Feng held a sword in each hand, like a demon god. His pupils turned pitch black and indifferent—the Eye of Death, captivating the soul.
As his words fell, Lin Feng stepped forward. As he said, who said Lin Feng could only block? Why couldn't Lin Feng take the initiative to attack?
Dazzling sunlight poured out, stabbing toward Yuan Tong. Lin Feng's right hand swung a sword strike directly. Space howled, as if about to be ignited by flames.
Feeling this terrifying sword intent, Yuan Tong's expression darkened. He immediately slapped out with his right palm. A surge of blazing yang energy transformed into a massive flame pattern, hurtling toward Lin Feng's sword.
"Boom."
The sound of collision trembled in the void. Lin Feng's sword cleaved the flame pattern apart. He continued stepping forward, fearless. The killing intent descended upon him, all landing on Yuan Tong.
"Kill!"
Lin Feng roared. This killing intent rushed into Yuan Tong's body, affecting his mind, shaking his will. The killing intent seemed to have gained life; it was a will.
"Yin-Yang Polarity."
Yuan Tong thrust out both palms simultaneously. Before him, a Taiji pattern seemed to take shape—yin and yang poles—hurtling toward Lin Feng's sword.
"Sever."
Lin Feng roared. There was no trickery, only a single sword—a sword that broke all things, annihilating everything.
"Chi, chi..."
Tearing sounds emerged. The yin-yang polarity pattern was torn apart by Lin Feng's Slaughter Sword. At this moment, Lin Feng's sword was unstoppable.
"Get lost."
Yuan Tong's terrifying true essence surged out, blasting toward Lin Feng's sword. His own body frantically retreated, instantly moving dozens of meters away, staring coldly at Lin Feng.
"Are you comforting yourself? It's you who got lost and fled."
Lin Feng stood motionless, holding his swords, coldly staring at Yuan Tong's figure.
Yuan Tong's face stiffened, extremely ugly.
The crowd below stared blankly at the void, their inner shock beyond words.
The shock Lin Feng brought them was too intense. Holding swords in both hands, bathed in sunlight, shrouded in killing intent like a true demon god, he directly attacked Yuan Tong and forced him back.
In the confrontation with Yuan Tong, Lin Feng had actually gained the upper hand. How much more shock would this young man bring them?
Was the genius of Snow Moon Kingdom truly inferior to that of Dragon Mountain Empire? In the end, it depended on which genius faced which genius.
"Now, do you feel that your own words just now are slapping your own face?"
Lin Feng uttered a faint voice, making Yuan Tong's expression freeze again. Lin Feng had said earlier: use strength to prove arrogance, not arrogant words. Those words proved nothing.
Now, Lin Feng was using his strength to prove his arrogance. But Yuan Tong, who had spoken so arrogantly and proudly earlier, had proven nothing and was instead suppressed by Lin Feng. It was as if Lin Feng was slapping his face, making his earlier words sound so harsh.
This time, Yuan Tong did not engage in a war of words. Lin Feng's strength was formidable; he was a formidable opponent. If he didn't use his own strength to prove himself, he would likely lose all face today.
With a thought, Yuan Tong's martial soul appeared behind him. It was actually the Yin-Yang Eye—one yin, one yang—extremely glaring, making people feel very uncomfortable.
"Being able to force me to use my martial soul, you have indeed not disappointed me."
Yuan Tong said coldly. This time, he did not passively wait for Lin Feng to attack but directly strode toward him.
His right hand swung violently at Lin Feng. A terrifying yang flame surged toward Lin Feng from afar. Where it passed, space hissed, even producing sparks, as if about to ignite.
Behind him, the Yin-Yang Eye's yang eye reflected onto this terrifying yang energy, giving it a hazy, formless luster.
Lin Feng did not hesitate to slash out a sword, but this sword seemed to cut through space. The yang fire energy continued to invade and surge toward him; the sword could not sever it.
Lin Feng's gaze condensed. He stepped on the void, drifting like the wind.
Seeing Lin Feng move, Yuan Tong's body moved as well. The Yin-Yang Eye seemed to lock onto Lin Feng's figure. Yuan Tong's drifting trajectory was exactly the same as Lin Feng's, almost the same curve.
Moreover, the crowd clearly noticed that the Yin-Yang Eye behind Yuan Tong had begun to rotate, emitting strands of strange light.
"Annihilate."
A voice emerged from Yuan Tong's mouth. His left hand swung again. The Yin-Yang Eye's yin eye instantly released a chilling yin-cold killing intent, moving with Yuan Tong's left palm. A formless, invisible yin-cold killing intent surged toward Lin Feng, extremely fast. Yuan Tong's body itself was almost close to Lin Feng.
Lin Feng's eyes condensed, a cold sneer curling at the corner of his mouth. Under the shocked gaze of the crowd, he did not dodge or retreat.
Light flowed continuously on his body. The Buddha-Demon power circulated on his skin.
Lin Feng stepped forward, actually moving against that terrifying yin-cold killing intent.
"Chi, chi!"
The yin-cold killing intent slammed into Lin Feng's body. A dazzling black light flickered within him, seemingly blocking the invasion of the yin-cold killing intent.
Although the Buddha-Demon power was strong, under the reflection of the Yin-Yang Eye, the yin-cold killing intent continued to invade Lin Feng's body, making him tremble violently. So cold—cold to the bone.
But Lin Feng's gaze was extremely resolute. His body moved at an unbelievable speed.
The Sun Sword in his right hand swung fiercely, slashing toward Yuan Tong's martial soul, the Yin-Yang Eye.
"Chi, chi..."
The Sun Sword directly stabbed into the Yin-Yang Eye. Yuan Tong's body trembled violently.
"Ah..." The pain of the soul tore through him. Yuan Tong let out a miserable scream, making everyone's eyes freeze.
Ruthless. Lin Feng was too ruthless. No one expected him to fight in such a reckless manner—using his body to withstand the yin-cold killing intent, allowing it to invade, while his sword directly struck out to stab Yuan Tong's martial soul.
Lin Feng was simply a madman.
"Die."
Yuan Tong thrust out both palms simultaneously. Yin and yang energy all blasted toward Lin Feng. Lin Feng remained grim, enduring the cold in his body. The Slaughter Sword in his left hand slashed out, cutting through the yin-yang energy. At the same time, his own body, carrying wild flames and terrifying Buddha-Demon power, continued forward, now only inches away from Yuan Tong.
"Kill!"
A sharp shout emerged from Lin Feng's mouth. Four thousand Buddha-Demon powers all converged in his fist, blasting toward Yuan Tong's head.
Yuan Tong hastily withdrew both hands to block his body, retreating wildly.
"Boom, crack..."
Four thousand Buddha-Demon powers directly shattered Yuan Tong's bones. In the end, that punch did not hit Yuan Tong's head but struck his chest, caving it in and sending his body flying.
PS: Fighting with all my might. Going to the hospital now. If I can come back alive... pfft, if I'm not hospitalized, I'll continue tonight.