Chapter 540: Fierce Battle

Hearing the black-clothed person's words, Jiang Feng was taken aback.

However, he was furious.

I don't care who you are; you came up and started manhandling me, almost beating me to death!

Don't say you're just the Kunlun Secret Method; even if you were an old man, I couldn't just let this go!

Jiang Feng has always been the type to yield to softness but resist hardness.

"I don't care who you are!"

Before his words even finished, Jiang Feng's body had already shot forward.

His speed was astonishing; although his wounds weren't fully healed, the Trapped Dragon Power still remained, the Golden Light still remained, the Dragon Chant still remained.

He was like an injured tiger, lunging at the black-clothed man with all his might.

Clenching his right fist, golden light wrapped around it, carrying the might of the dragon, he smashed it toward the black-clothed man's face.

He put all his strength into this punch.

The fist wind howled, the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp sound.

The black-clothed man stood there; seeing Jiang Feng charge again, he was first taken aback.

A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes; evidently he hadn't expected Jiang Feng to be so injured yet still dare to take the initiative.

But soon after, he seemed to let out a soft laugh.

Facing Jiang Feng's violently fierce attack, the black-clothed man strolled leisurely, easily blocking it.

He neither retreated nor dodged; he merely shifted his body slightly to the side.

Jiang Feng's fist swept past his ear, not even touching the corner of his robe.

Jiang Feng didn't give up; he retracted his fist and threw another punch.

This time, he aimed for the black-clothed man's chest.

The black-clothed man raised his hand; a light flick of his palm sent Jiang Feng's fist aside.

That motion looked light, like casually brushing dust off a table.

But Jiang Feng felt his fist as if it had struck a cotton wall—all his force was dissipated.

Jiang Feng gritted his teeth, throwing punch after punch, palm after palm.

His attacks grew faster and fiercer, like a violent storm, pouring down on the black-clothed man from all directions.

He employed the Kunlun Shaking Heaven Fist, the Purple Lightning Vajra Palm, and several techniques he had comprehended from the Space-time Law Book.

Heedless of consequences, he only wanted to land a single punch on the black-clothed man.

Even just one punch would suffice.

But the black-clothed man was like a fish in water; Jiang Feng's attacks landing on him were either dodged or neutralized, with not a single blow truly landing.

The black-clothed man's steps were light and steady, moving back and forth across the factory's open space like a dance; his body swayed left and right, leaned forward and back, each time just barely avoiding Jiang Feng's attacks—neither too much nor too little, just right.

His expression was relaxed, even the corner of his mouth bearing a faint smile.

Jiang Feng grew more frantic and angry the more he fought.

His breathing grew ragged, the wound in his chest began to ache again, and though the bones in his left arm and right shoulder had been set, they still throbbed faintly.

Yet he did not stop.

He knew he couldn't defeat this person, but he simply couldn't swallow this anger.

He had been inexplicably taken from the Su Family gate, inexplicably beaten, and inexplicably left half-dead.

Now this person even asks whether he knows who he is.

So what if he does?

So what if he doesn't?

Thinking of this, Jiang Feng's anger flared even more.

The Trapped Dragon Power surged within him, golden light enveloping his body like a burning armor.

The Dragon Chant echoed above the abandoned factory, shaking the surrounding workshops so they trembled.

Jiang Feng gritted his teeth, staring at the black-clothed man before him, his eyes full of fighting spirit.

The black-clothed man stood there with his hands behind his back, his expression calm; his black robe swayed slightly in the night wind, making him look like a black sculpture.

He looked at Jiang Feng, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile.

"You intend to use that dragon's power against me?"

His tone was flat, as if stating something ridiculous.

"Kid, you think this is enough to beat me?"

Jiang Feng said nothing.

He drew a deep breath, pushing the Trapped Dragon Power within him to the extreme.

The golden light grew more dazzling, the Dragon Chant deeper. He stomped his foot, his body becoming a golden bolt of lightning as he surged toward the black-clothed man.

Clenching his fist, golden light condensed on it, carrying the dragon's might, he smashed it toward the black-clothed man's face.

This punch was astonishingly fast.

The air was torn apart, emitting a sharp howl.

The black-clothed man glanced at this punch, his eyes flickering slightly, but he did not dodge.

He raised his right hand, palm open, and met Jiang Feng's fist with a slap.

Palm and fist collided, producing a muffled thud.

Boom!

A terrifying shockwave erupted from where they clashed, spreading outward. The gravel on the ground was flung up, the surrounding weeds were bent down, and even the distant workshops trembled with noise.

Jiang Feng's body was shaken back several steps, his arm went numb, and the tiger's mouth of his hand ached.

The black-clothed person stood perfectly still, not even moving a step.

He looked at Jiang Feng and said lightly.

"Your strength is enough, but your technique is too poor."

Jiang Feng gritted his teeth and charged forward again.

This time, he didn't use a fist, but a palm.

Purple Lightning Vajra Palm.

He had learned this palm technique on Kunlun Mountain; although it wasn't as masterful as the black-clothed person's, it was still quite good.

Golden light gathered in his palm, and he struck toward the black-clothed person's chest.

The black-clothed person's eyes flickered slightly.

"Oh? Purple Lightning Vajra Palm."

He didn't dodge, but raised his palm to meet it.

Their palms clashed, producing another muffled thud.

This time, Jiang Feng didn't retreat. He gritted his teeth, and the Trapped Dragon Power within him surged wildly, channeling the force into his palm.

The golden light collided with the black-clothed person's palm force, emitting a sizzling sound, as if it were burning.

The black-clothed person's brows furrowed slightly, and the force in his hand increased a bit.

Jiang Feng felt a mountain‑toppling, sea‑overturning force surge from the black‑clothed person's palm, pressing him so hard he could barely breathe.

His arms trembled, his body trembled, even his legs trembled.

But he did not retreat.

He gritted his teeth, exerted all his strength, and pushed the Trapped Dragon Power to its limit.

The golden light grew brighter, and the dragon's chant grew louder.

The black‑clothed person's feet finally moved.

He stepped back one step.

Although it was only a step, he indeed retreated.

Jiang Feng's eyes lit up, and his confidence surged.

He drew back his palm, turned his body, and struck out with another palm.

This palm, he employed the power of the Spacetime Law.

Golden light swirled in his palm, forming a small vortex.

That was not ordinary power, but a terrifying force formed by the intertwining of time and space.

The black‑clothed person's complexion changed slightly.

"Spacetime Law?"

His voice carried a hint of surprise.

"You actually combined Spacetime Law with Dragon Might?"

He didn't dodge, but clenched his fist and smashed it forward.

Fist and palm collided, erupting in a deafening roar.

The entire abandoned factory trembled, cracks in the floor spreading in all directions like a spiderweb.

The black‑clothed person's body swayed, then he stepped back another step.

Two steps.

A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of Jiang Feng's mouth, but his gaze grew even fiercer.

Heedless, he charged forward again.

This time, he used neither palm nor fist.

He thrust both hands forward, gathering all the Trapped Dragon Power and Spacetime Law power within him into a golden light sphere.

The light sphere spun in Jiang Feng's palm, emitting a humming sound that grew louder and brighter.

The black‑clothed person looked at the light sphere, his expression turning serious.

He no longer waited in place, but took the initiative to meet it.

His right index finger extended, pointing toward the center of the light sphere.

Just as his fingertip was about to touch the light sphere, Jiang Feng thrust it forward.

The light sphere shot from his hand at astonishing speed, dragging a golden trail through the air.

The black‑clothed person's fingertip touched the light sphere.

The light sphere shuddered violently, then began to expand.

It was not shattering, but expanding.

The golden light grew ever brighter and more blinding, like a small sun rising in the night sky.

The black‑clothed person's complexion finally changed.