Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 259 Evenly matched

"Who are you? Why are you pretending to be me?" Zhen Linfeng roared angrily, his voice echoing in this white world.

The fake Lin Feng struggled, his eyes filled with resentment: "I am Lin Feng, you are the fake one."

The real Lin Feng increased the strength of his hands, causing a sharp pain in the fake Lin Feng's arm. "You still don't admit it? You imposter."

The fake Lin Feng gritted his teeth and endured the pain in his arm: "Everything I experienced was real. You are the one who was created by this strange place to confuse me."

The two men were once again in a stalemate, neither willing to give in.

The real Lin Feng was filled with doubts. He didn't understand what was going on with this person who looked exactly like him and had the same memories as him. He began to observe the fake Lin Feng carefully, hoping to find some clues from him.

The fake Lin Feng seemed to have sensed the real Lin Feng's intentions. He suddenly stopped struggling and sneered, "You don't need to look. You won't be able to find any flaws because I am Lin Feng."

The real Lin Feng's mind moved, and he suddenly thought of a solution. He let go of the fake Lin Feng's arm and stood up. The fake Lin Feng also stood up slowly, looking at the real Lin Feng warily, not knowing what he was going to do.

Zhen Linfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression becoming extremely focused, as if he were performing a solemn ceremony. He slowly guided the Qi to flow through his meridians, but to his astonishment, there was no sign of Qi flowing in his body. His meridians were like a dead desert.

Seeing the momentary look of astonishment on the real Lin Feng's face, followed by a deep sense of dismay, the fake Lin Feng couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Hahaha! You can't use your Qi here, don't waste your energy." He laughed, his hands on his hips, his body swaying slightly from laughter, his eyes filled with mockery and triumph. His demeanor was that of a triumphant child, wantonly mocking the loser.

The real Lin Feng, despite feeling incredibly resentful at the fake Lin Feng's words, knew the truth couldn't be changed. He bit his lower lip, a flicker of determination in his eyes as he thought to himself, "So what if I can't use my Qi? I, Lin Feng, will never be easily defeated." His gaze grew firm again, like a burning flame, staring intently at the fake Lin Feng, as if he were staring at his sworn enemy.

The two men were like two beasts ready to pounce. After a brief eye contact, they attacked each other at the same time.

The real Lin Feng roared, a roar that exploded like thunder in the silent world. He swiftly sent his right fist crashing down upon the fake Lin Feng's face. He poured all his strength into this punch, his muscles bulging like steel, the veins in his arms visible like the serpentine tidal waves of a dragon. His eyes were filled with rage and determination, and he roared inwardly, "I will defeat you, the imposter!"

The fake Lin Feng's lips curled up slightly, revealing a hint of disdain. His body shifted lightly to the left, like a feather dancing in the wind, easily dodging the real Lin Feng's fierce punch. At the same time, he raised his right foot and delivered a fierce kick to the real Lin Feng's unprotected abdomen. His eyes grew sharp, like a sword unsheathed, constantly alert for a counterattack from the real Lin Feng, thinking to himself, "It won't be that easy to defeat me."

The real Lin Feng sensed the danger to his abdomen, and his muscles tensed instantly. He quickly lowered his left arm to block. With a thud, the fake Lin Feng's foot struck his arm. The kick was incredibly powerful, sending a sharp pain through the real Lin Feng's arm, but he gritted his teeth and endured it without a sound. Using the force of the block, he leaned forward, his right hand clawing at the fake Lin Feng's chest like an eagle's claw, his fingers curled, their tips carrying a gust of wind.

The fake Lin Feng reacted incredibly quickly. Like a nimble monkey, he leaped backward, instantly out of the real Lin Feng's reach. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he bounced back like a spring and lunged at the real Lin Feng. In mid-air, he clenched his fists and rained down blows on the real Lin Feng's head and chest. His punches were so fast that each one carried a whirring sound, as if ripping the very air apart.

The real Lin Feng didn't dare to be careless. He quickly raised his arms and crossed them over his chest, protecting his head and chest. The fake Lin Feng's fists rained down on his arms, each one leaving them numb. Despite this, his gaze remained firm, showing no sign of retreat. While blocking, he kept his eyes fixed on the fake Lin Feng, searching for any flaws.

Suddenly, the real Lin Feng noticed that after the fake Lin Feng's continuous punches, his center of gravity had tilted slightly forward, revealing a flaw. Delighted, he seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and with a sudden surge of force from his legs, he charged at the fake Lin Feng like an enraged bull. He rammed his solid shoulder into the fake Lin Feng's chest, a single impact brimming with the explosive force of his entire body, like a cannonball launched outward.

The fake Lin Feng was caught off guard by the real Lin Feng's sudden impact. He felt as if a small mountain had struck his chest. A sharp pain shot through him, and he involuntarily took a few steps back. But he was still "Lin Feng" after all, and he quickly regained his composure. He quickly grabbed the real Lin Feng's shoulders with both hands, then suddenly raised his knee and drove it into the real Lin Feng's abdomen. He used all his strength in this thrust, and it felt as if his knee carried a tremendous force.

The real Lin Feng felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, like being burned by a hot iron. His body instinctively bent, but his mind remained clear. He took advantage of the moment to flex his body, gripping the fake Lin Feng's legs with his hands like pliers, and pulled hard, hoping to use his own strength and the inertia of the fake Lin Feng's forward thrust to throw him to the ground.

The fake Lin Feng wasn't to be outdone. He used his other foot to support himself steadily, then leaned back hard, trying to break free from the real Lin Feng's control. The two of them remained in a stalemate, their bodies trembling violently from the exertion, and the muscles on their faces distorted from the exertion.

Zhen Linfeng's face flushed crimson, veins bulged on his forehead, and beads of sweat streamed down his face. Anger and resentment filled his heart: "Why is this guy so difficult to deal with? I must defeat him." His eyes burned with a fiery fighting spirit, a firm conviction that he would never yield to his opponent.

The fake Lin Feng's eyes were also filled with determination. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence: "You want to defeat me? You are simply dreaming. I am the real Lin Feng."