Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 128 Battle against the Grandmaster

Lin Feng felt a chill running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. He never expected that the ten elders could catch up with him so quickly, and the distance between them was getting shorter and shorter.

Beads of sweat rolled down Lin Feng's forehead. He gritted his teeth, mobilized all his internal energy, and his speed soared again. He ran and leaped wildly across the rooftops of the city, the tiles under his feet shattering under his fierce stomping, making crackling sounds.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Feng had rushed to the edge of the city wall. Without hesitation, he exerted force with his legs and leaped high into the air. Like an eagle spreading its wings, he directly climbed over the towering city wall and desperately fled towards the unknown darkness outside the city.

But the ten elders of the Nine Emperors Pavilion were like a thorn in his side, chasing him relentlessly, and the distance between them was about to be closed.

Lin Feng cursed in his heart: "Go ahead, you damn thing! Even if I die, I won't let you off easily!"

Lin Feng kept moving forward without slowing down, breathing heavily but still trying his best.

The tenth elder's sinister voice echoed through the night wind: "General Lin, why do you need to run away? Your brothers are still waiting for you."

Lin Feng's eyes widened in anger as he cursed, "Old man, I will make you pay dearly for what happened today!"

The tenth elder was enraged by Lin Feng's insults and roared, "Lin Feng, don't refuse a toast and then drink a forfeit. I gave you the opportunity to reunite, but you don't cherish it. Then go to hell!"

Before he finished speaking, an extremely sharp sword energy suddenly flew towards Lin Feng.

Lin Feng instantly felt a terrifying, earth-shattering pressure approaching. The sword energy was incredibly fast, reaching him in the blink of an eye. Lin Feng felt the shadow of death loom over him. In this life-or-death situation, he unleashed his full potential and jerked his body to the side.

The sword energy whizzed past him, the strong wind it brought hurtling through his skin. The sword energy flew straight towards the distant hillock. With a loud bang, the hillock was abruptly split in two, sending earth and rocks flying and dust filling the sky.

Lin Feng gazed at the split hillock, his heart pounding with fear, his back drenched in cold sweat. He was acutely aware of the chasm between him and the Grandmaster. If he hadn't dodged that blow, he would have been split in two, a mere ghost in the wilderness.

But Lin Feng knew this was not the time to be afraid or retreat. He suppressed his fear and continued to run recklessly, the desire to survive burning more and more intensely in his heart...

Lin Feng ran recklessly through the night, his breathing rapid and heavy, each step seemingly exhausting all his strength. The Tenth Elder of the Nine Emperors Pavilion pursued him relentlessly, his gloomy face a look of determination, the sword in his hand gleaming with a cold gleam in the moonlight.

The Tenth Elder would periodically swing his sword, sending a sharp blade of energy hurtling towards Lin Feng. With a single swish, a dense forest was instantly cut through, the falling trees making a dull thud. Then, with another boom, a mountaintop was split open by the terrifying sword strike, sending rubble and dust flying through the air.

Lin Feng dodged desperately, his figure elusive like a ghost. Once, the sword energy brushed past his hair, causing a few strands to fall; another time, the edge of his clothes was cut by the sword energy, instantly turning into fragments that floated in the air.

Every time he dodged, Lin Feng's heart rose to his throat. His forehead was covered with beads of sweat, but his eyes still showed determination and indomitable spirit.

"This old thing is so powerful!" Lin Feng cursed in his heart, but he did not dare to slow down his pace at all.

The moonlight shone across the wilderness, illuminating Lin Feng's disheveled yet tenacious figure. His clothes were already soaked with sweat, and the wounds from branches and thorns were constantly oozing blood, but he ignored them all, with only one thought in his mind: escape!

The attacks of the ten elders became more and more fierce, with sword energy crisscrossing everywhere, leaving a mess wherever they went.

"Lin Feng, don't even think about escaping from my palm today!" The roar of the Tenth Elder echoed in the night sky.

Lin Feng gritted his teeth and rolled sideways to avoid another deadly sword energy.

"I, Lin Feng, will never surrender easily!" He responded loudly and continued to rush towards the unknown front.

Lin Feng ran furiously, his chest heaving violently, each breath burning up his remaining strength. The ground beneath his feet trembled as he ran, and the dust he kicked up formed a long tail behind him.

Finally, he reached the cliff edge of the west coast. Below, the waves crashed frantically against the rocks, creating a deafening roar. Lin Feng's steps came to an abrupt halt. He gazed at the bottomless cliff, a surge of endless despair welling up in his heart. This was a dead end.

At that moment, the shadowy figure of the Tenth Elder of the Nine Emperors Pavilion appeared behind Lin Feng. His pace was neither hurried nor slow, yet it carried a suffocating, oppressive feeling. Along the way, the land seemed to have endured apocalyptic baptism. Split mountaintops, as if torn apart by a leviathan, the jagged fractures were horrifying. Trees severed by a single sword lay scattered across the ground, their broken branches and leaves trembling in the wind, testifying to the terrifying power that had just occurred. It was truly unimaginable that all of this was man-made.

The Tenth Elder of the Nine Emperors Pavilion walked towards Lin Feng with steady steps, unhurriedly. His face was expressionless, as if Lin Feng before him were just an insignificant ant. His eyes were cold and ruthless, like frost in the cold winter, chilling to the bone.

Lin Feng turned his head and looked at the approaching Tenth Elder. His eyes were filled with the determination to fight to the death, no longer a retreat. His clothes were tattered, and blood oozed from his wounds, mixing with sweat and causing him to feel a stinging pain. But he gritted his teeth, resisting the pain, and vowed to himself, "Even if it means death, I will make you pay!"

"Hmph, kid, you can't escape." The Tenth Elder's voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from hell, with endless mockery.

Lin Feng didn't respond. He took a deep breath, and the Qi in his body began to surge wildly. His eyes became extremely firm, and his hands were clenched tightly into fists, the joints turning white from the force.

"Look at my Extremely Easy Fist!" Lin Feng roared, his body darting towards the Tenth Elder like an arrow from a bow. His fists were instantly enveloped in a layer of dense Qi, gleaming like two flaming meteors. His movements were swift and fierce, each punch accompanied by a whirring sound, as if to shatter everything in front of him.

The tenth elder slightly turned sideways and easily avoided Lin Feng's attack.