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In his mind, Lin Feng had always been perceived as someone skilled in agile and light martial arts. However, the strength he displayed at this moment far exceeded his expectations.
As they engaged in a fierce battle, the opponent exclaimed, "I never expected you could withstand over a dozen of my attacks!" His words were laced with surprise and disbelief.
A confident smile crept onto Lin Feng's lips as he replied, "Heh, you have no idea what I’m capable of!"
No sooner had he spoken than their figures intertwined again, plunging back into combat. The intensity of the fight escalated, with both sides exchanging blows without yielding an inch. The air crackled with energy as blades flashed and clashed, creating a whirlwind of motion that seemed to tear through the very atmosphere.
To everyone's astonishment, neither fighter could gain a definitive upper hand; they were evenly matched. However, as time passed, the tide began to shift. The opponent relied on sheer brute strength in his attacks, each strike packed with immense power. Yet this overwhelming force came at a cost—his stamina was rapidly depleting.
Gradually, beads of sweat began to form on his forehead, and his breathing grew labored. In contrast, Lin Feng appeared relatively relaxed, skillfully employing his agile and varied techniques while searching for openings in his opponent's defense.
Finally, in a fleeting moment, Lin Feng keenly detected a gap in the opponent's guard. Without hesitation, he swung his sword like a bolt of lightning, landing a precise cut on the opponent's arm.
Instantly, a bright red line appeared on the opponent's forearm as blood trickled down from the wound, splattering onto the ground and creating shocking crimson stains.
The outcome seemed clear; however, to everyone's surprise, the opponent did not relent. Despite the searing pain radiating from his injury—as if thousands of venomous insects were gnawing at him—he gritted his teeth and charged at Lin Feng like a wild beast.
Seeing this, Lin Feng wielded his sword with the ferocity of a tempest, landing several more cuts on his opponent’s body. Yet these wounds were merely superficial and failed to deliver any significant damage.
Meanwhile, the opponent's subordinates watched anxiously from a distance. They understood that if their leader were to fall in this battle, their own fates would likely follow suit.
At that moment, Lin Feng suddenly darted forward and pointed his sword directly at the opponent's neck.
He felt the cold tip of the blade pressed tightly against his skin, and beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. Yet, he stared unwaveringly at Lin Feng and coldly declared, "I have lost! If that's the case, do as you please—kill or torture me, it's all the same!"
Lin Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, fixating on this unyielding opponent before him. In a deep voice, he asked, "Tell me, what is your organization truly after?"
"Hmph! You won't get any information from me!" he replied without hesitation, a glint of determination flashing in his eyes.
Hearing this, Lin Feng sighed inwardly, thinking that this man was utterly stubborn and beyond saving. Just as he began to lower his guard, suddenly, with lightning speed, the man drew a short sword from his bosom and hurled it towards Lin Feng with all his might.
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