Urban All-Round Master
Chapter 462 - 457: Do You Think I’m a Punching Bag?

Chapter 462: Chapter 457: Do You Think I’m a Punching Bag?

At this moment, the old man’s expression flickered uncertainly. He rotated his right hand that Lin Zifeng had just grabbed repeatedly, nodding and saying, "Fair enough, fair enough."

"Then I hope senior will show some mercy later on," Lin Zifeng also made a gesture of invitation.

However, almost as soon as those words fell, both figures had already launched their deadly moves. The old man’s speed was hardly inferior to Lin Zifeng’s, his five slender, withered fingers shaped like an eagle’s claws, intentionally bending the middle and index fingers slightly, charging straight for Lin Zifeng’s eyes.

His martial arts ultimate move was the Ghost Hand, a pair of hands like ghostly apparitions, stronger than any weapon.

Where the eagle’s claws passed through the air, it was as if they tore the void’s atmosphere in half, producing an eerie sound reminiscent of swords clashing!

Lin Zifeng stood in the arena, his face unchanged.

As the old man’s Ghost Hand changed unpredictably, constantly altering its trajectory towards Lin Zifeng’s eyes, Lin Zifeng half-turned and dodged the unpredictable Demon Claw.

Seeing Lin Zifeng easily dodge, the old man wasn’t flustered and stretched his other Ghost Hand towards him.

However, Lin Zifeng’s movements were even faster than he had imagined. When the old man’s Ghost Hand swiped past Lin Zifeng’s figure again, it instead collided with one of the stone pillars of the ring.

Immediately, stone chunks scattered in all directions under the old man’s eerie Ghost Hand’s impact.

Lin Zifeng revealed a smile showing his teeth and took the opportunity while the old man’s Ghost Hand lingered on the stone pillar to feint with his feet and throw a fast punch as swift as lightning directly at the old man’s nose.

The fierce punch tore the air with a rustling sound, scaring the old man out of his wits. He hadn’t expected this young whippersnapper to react so quickly; a fraction of a second later and he might have completely capsized in a ditch.

"Bang!"

The two fists, as solid as steel, collided with a thunderous impact, the tremendous force bouncing Lin Zifeng back!

"Good lad, you indeed have some skills!" the old man praised after stopping.

"Heh heh, it’s all because the senior was going easy on me," chuckled Lin Zifeng.

"For a young man to have such skills is quite remarkable."

"And for an elder to have such stamina is really quite rare," Lin Zifeng said with a grin.

Damn! I toss you a couple of compliments, and you really get carried away?

The old man’s expression turned icy, and without another word, he changed stances and abruptly surged forward toward Lin Zifeng.

With feints in his step, his figure moved as fluidly as a Spiritual Snake across the entire ring, and in an instant, they clashed again.

The old man was nicknamed Ghost Hand, which spoke to the extreme speed of his hands.

This time the old man was much more cautious than before. He also put aside any disdain, his expression tense as he held his breath.

Although the two had only made contact in passing, their exchange had stunned everyone watching, including the hidden expert referee, Fang Yizheng!

This old fellow was one of the hidden masters under Long Zaitian. He had eyed Lin Zifeng a few times when he was on the second floor.

However, Lin Zifeng had hidden his skills well, deceiving even this sharp-eyed old fox for a moment, making him shift his attention to Bu Chen. Now it seemed this clever young devil had remarkable hidden abilities.

And all those so-called masters selected for today’s competition were shocked by Lin Zifeng’s dominant appearance.

Earlier it was a melee with a hundred people; whoever lasted until the end was certainly the strongest of the hundred, but to everyone’s surprise, Black Hawk swept through the ring almost single-handedly!

It’s a shame that he met a top eight contender of the Mountain and River List, Ghost Hand, and was regretfully defeated.

Now, out of nowhere, another prodigy has appeared, able to match Ghost Hand evenly!

This truly made those so-called masters present feel inferior.

In a certain elegant chamber, Long Zaitian, who seemed to have been waiting a long time, heartily enjoyed a moment with the leader of the Dragon Team, Dreaming Elder, almost annoying the legendary figure of the Dragon Team to the point of blowing his beard and staring.

"Who would’ve thought this little brat had some ability? Such a talent should not all belong to you, Long Zaitian, Long Zaitian. Although our Dragon Team doesn’t lack talent, ’A wide sea allows fish to leap; a vast sky lets birds fly.’ If he’s a cultivatable talent, how could we just let it go without a fight? Ha ha..." Thinking about acquiring such a promising talent before long, the legendary leader of the Dragon Team couldn’t contain his excitement.

Although he appeared to be bickering with Long Zaitian, in reality, nobody was better at calculating than him on the inside.

The Dragon Team wasn’t short of masters but was lacking masters who could be nurtured.

With Lin Zifeng already capable of giving a top eight competitor of the Mountain and River List a run for their money at his young age, even a blind man could see his immense future potential.

Perhaps in the eyes of this leader of the Dragon Team, Lin Zifeng still wasn’t noteworthy at present, but who knew what this young brat could achieve in the future?

Even if Long Zaitian was watching him, could he be simple?

"How about it? Isn’t this kid not bad? Is he worthy of your notice?" Just then, Long Zaitian, who had been keeping a close watch on the screen, turned his head with a grin to look at the leader of the Dragon Team.

"He’s so-so, not even comparable to our most recently recruited special agent," Dreaming Elder replied with a dismissive air, his mouth cocked in an indifferent attitude.

As if in his eyes, Lin Zifeng wasn’t even worth mentioning.

"Do you really think so?" Long Zaitian looked at him with a half-smile.

"Heh, Mr. Long, you can stop trying to goad me now. To tell you the truth, I don’t think much of that kid. He’s too green, not cut out for great things."

"Then you might as well give it a try." Long Zaitian repeatedly insisted on having the one steering the Dragon Team have a go.

What kind of scheme he was cooking up in his gourd, probably only that sly old geezer knew.

"Mr. Long, let’s make it ugly from the start. If he gets maimed or useless... well, that’s not on me," Old Meng said with a ghoulish laugh, stroking the few strands of his goat beard and shaking his head. In truth, he was quite curious to see what about Lin Zifeng was so important to Long Zaitian.

"If he gets crippled or worse, that’s his fault for not being skilled enough, and I have nothing to say. Haha."

"Fine!"

Old Meng was excited now.

If Lin Zifeng, the one from the martial arts ring, could hear what these two high-ranking old monsters were saying about him, who knows what he would think...

At that moment, atop the martial arts ring, the two had exchanged hundreds of moves, their speed increasing to the point where they were almost in body-to-body combat. The old man known as Ghost Hand had a pair of spooky hands moving like electric fans, casting countless claw shadows and forming a gray protective circle around himself. This was entirely produced by the ghostly speed of his hands, akin to that of a fan.

Even Lin Zifeng couldn’t help but admire the speed of the old guy’s Ghost Hands; it was truly fast.

Down below, the audience was unable to keep up with the number of punches they threw, only seeing two silhouettes enshrouded in shadows of fists within the ring, moving so fast it was unbelievable.

But just then, the old man’s Ghost Hands suddenly struck towards Lin Zifeng’s chest in a stealthy attack.

Zifeng’s response wasn’t slow either; he leaned back at the waist, dodging the Ghost Hand, but the old man changed his attack method without retracting his hands. His palms transformed into the shape of a snake’s head and viciously stabbed towards Zifeng’s chin.

Snake Fist!

A wave of exclamations erupted from below the ring.

But to everyone’s surprise, Zifeng didn’t attempt to dodge; instead, he extended his arm and pressed it firmly against the old man’s forehead!

In an instant, the old man’s Ghost Hands stopped in mid-air.

"Can’t hit me now, can you?" Lin Zifeng stood still, his one hand firmly against the old man’s forehead, thwarting any of his forward strikes. Given the short reach of the old man’s arms, he couldn’t touch a single hair on Zifeng’s head.

His move made everyone under the ring burst into laughter. The old man, already not tall with short arms, was being pressed at the forehead by Lin Zifeng, puffing his cheeks and bulging his eyes in fury, nearly jumping up to curse out loud.

No matter how fast your hands are, too bad they’re short—

"Kid, you’re asking for it!"

The old man was clearly angry now and was about to grab Zifeng’s arm when Zifeng swiftly withdrew his hand. As a result of the conservation of momentum, once he removed his hand, the old man’s whole body lunged forward uncontrollably.

Zifeng had already spotted the gap and stepped forward, using the ground’s gravity to his advantage.

As the old man fell forward, Zifeng’s chest, as sturdy as steel, rammed into the old man’s shoulder. The impact was like hitting solid rock, and the old man’s shoulder cracked alarmingly. Stumbling back several meters, he finally came to a stop.

"Tai Chi?" The old man steadied himself, the corner of his mouth twitching with the intense pain in his shoulder that almost made him cry out.

"Heh, I don’t know what Tai Chi is, I just know this move works," Lin Zifeng said, scratching his head, feigning ignorance.

The old man paused for a moment, standing in the ring with a face that alternated between shades of frustration.

"Kid, I’m not in a good mood today. I won’t play with you anymore. I’ll catch you another day," said the old man as he prepared to jump out of the ring, after dropping those words with a flick of his Ghost Hand.

But Zifeng wasn’t convinced and laughed, "The junior hasn’t finished asking for guidance yet. How can you just walk away, senior?"

"Enough with the guidance, another day. I’m really not in the mood today."

What the hell! Do you think I’m a punching bag? Throw a couple of punches when you feel like it, and run flinging your head when you don’t?

"Since you’re here, you might as well stay!" Zifeng didn’t care who he was and quickly moved, dashing towards the old man with a speed many times quicker than his, stepping forward to grab the old man’s right foot that was about to jump down.

"What are you doing?" The old man panicked, turning his head and about to curse.

"You’ve had your fun, now isn’t it time for me to have a turn?"

As he spoke, Zifeng’s eyes blazed with determination, a frightening intent to kill covered his indifferent face. He tugged sharply at the old man’s right foot, smashing him to the ground!

By the time the old man stood up again, Zifeng’s powerfully grabbing Demon Claws had already caught the old man’s shoulders.

The old man sensed trouble and wanted to react immediately, but Zifeng’s Demon Claws had already plunged deep into his shoulder flesh.

"Hiss—"

Despite the old man’s vehement resistance, chunks of flesh were torn from his shoulders by Zifeng’s violent tugging!