Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 260 Discovery

After a brief standoff, the real Lin Feng suddenly released his grip on the fake Lin Feng's leg. With lightning speed, he leaped to his feet and unleashed a powerful punch towards the fake Lin Feng's head. The punch was so fast, like lightning streaking through the night sky, that the fake Lin Feng had no time to dodge and could only tilt his head to the side. The real Lin Feng's fist grazed his cheek, leaving a faint trace of blood.

The fake Lin Feng was completely enraged by this punch. His eyes were bloodshot, and he roared like a mad beast, rushing towards the real Lin Feng. The two men wrestled again, each locking their arms around the other's neck, twisting their bodies constantly, trying to throw the other to the ground.

In the fierce scuffle, both men lost their balance and fell to the ground. They rolled over and over, punching and kicking each other. Each punch and kick was filled with anger and unwillingness, and each attack was full of power. Their bodies were covered with dust, their hair was a mess, and their faces were covered with sweat and scars, but their eyes still burned with a blazing fighting spirit.

The real Lin Feng felt his strength draining away bit by bit, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid, each breath like a bellows. He knew this wasn't going to work; he had to find a way to break the impasse. So, during a tumble, he suddenly thrust his knee into the fake Lin Feng's waist. With this thrust, he used up his last bit of strength, his knee carrying his last hope.

The fake Lin Feng felt a sharp pain in his waist, and his body twitched as if he had been electrocuted. The real Lin Feng took the opportunity to break free from the fake Lin Feng's control and stood up with difficulty. He stood aside, gasping for breath, his eyes fixed on the fake Lin Feng, his eyes full of vigilance.

The fake Lin Feng also slowly climbed up from the ground, his body swaying like a leaf in the wind. It was obvious that the previous blow had left him seriously injured. His eyes were also full of vigilance. He knew that the real Lin Feng would not miss this opportunity and would definitely attack again.

The real Lin Feng didn't disappoint the fake Lin Feng. He took a deep breath and charged at the fake Lin Feng once more. Though his speed had slowed due to exhaustion, he still possessed immense strength. He leaped to his feet and launched a powerful kick at the fake Lin Feng's head. This kick carried with it all his anger and resentment, as if he wanted to send this "impostor" flying into the air.

When the fake Lin Feng saw the real Lin Feng's kick, he quickly raised his hands and crossed them above his head, trying to block the kick. The real Lin Feng's kick hit the fake Lin Feng's arm hard, and the huge force made the fake Lin Feng's body step back a few steps.

After the real Lin Feng landed, he rushed towards the fake Lin Feng without a pause. He swung his fists, attacking the fake Lin Feng's body continuously. Each of his punches was filled with his unwavering determination to defeat this person who looked exactly like him.

The fake Lin Feng could only retreat, using his arms to block the real Lin Feng's attacks. His eyes were filled with fatigue, yet still revealed determination. He knew he couldn't lose, because he firmly believed that he was the real Lin Feng.

As the fight dragged on, the injuries of both men worsened. The real Lin Feng had multiple bruises on his arms and chest, each one like a branding iron, causing unbearable pain. His breathing became rapid and heavy, each breath akin to enduring immense pain. The fake Lin Feng also sustained injuries to his face and abdomen, and his steps began to stagger, like a drunk.

Yet, no matter how hard they fought, they could never defeat each other. Their strength was equal, their skills similar, and even their minds were the same. In this world where the use of Qi was forbidden, they were locked in a seemingly endless battle.

Zhen Linfeng pondered in his heart, "How could this guy be as powerful as me? Could he really be another me? No, that's impossible. I must find his flaw." His eyes revealed a hint of confusion, but more of a firm determination. His eyes were like a beacon in the darkness, still shining with hope amidst exhaustion and confusion.

The fake Lin Feng was also constantly thinking in his heart: "This guy is very tenacious, but I will not lose to anyone. I am Lin Feng." His eyes were full of confidence. Although his body was very tired, his spirit was still as strong as steel.

In the end, both men were exhausted from fighting, their bodies stretched to their limits. They stood face to face, their eyes still filled with vigilance and hostility, but their bodies could no longer launch an effective attack.

The real Lin Feng stared intently at the fake Lin Feng, his gaze a mingled mixture of fatigue and thought. His brow furrowed slightly, the veins on his forehead barely visible from the strain of breathing. He knew full well that this opponent, a mirror image of himself, posed a formidable obstacle he had never faced before. Every attack, every movement, even every thought was understood, leading to an endless stalemate. He had to find a breakthrough, or face an unknown fate.

During this tense standoff, the real Lin Feng's brain raced, like a precision instrument searching for the source of a malfunction. Suddenly, his eyes widened slightly, as if a flash of inspiration had struck him from the darkness. His gaze involuntarily shifted from the fake Lin Feng to the Star Blade, quietly planted in the ground not far away. In this white world, the blade emanated a mysterious and alluring glow, as if concealing endless secrets and power.

The fake Lin Feng's gaze remained fixed on the real Lin Feng, unwavering, capturing every subtle movement. When he saw the real Lin Feng's gaze shift, he instantly grasped this crucial information. Almost simultaneously, as if driven by an invisible force, the two men simultaneously exerted force with their legs, dashing towards the Star Blade.

Their speed was immense, their feet alternating like the rhythm of a dense drumbeat, making a gentle "plop" sound in the silent world. Their figures transformed into two blurry streamlines against the white background, stirring up a faint gust of air, causing the surrounding white dust to rise slightly, forming two small vortices.

Just as he was about to reach the Star Blade, the real Lin Feng suddenly stopped without warning. The soles of his shoes scraped against the ground, making a short squeak. This sudden movement startled the fake Lin Feng for a moment, a flicker of doubt in his eyes. He subconsciously slowed his pace, but soon recovered his previous pace. In his mind, the Star Blade was the key to this battle. He firmly believed that if the real Lin Feng obtained the Star Blade, he would be at a disadvantage. After all, the power that the Star Blade could unleash in Lin Feng's hands could not be underestimated. It was a powerful force that could turn the tide of battle, and he would never let the real Lin Feng succeed.