Chapter 323: I’m Not Skilled in Combat.

Chapter 323 : I’m Not Skilled in Combat.

Ling Feng didn't want to waste time; he aimed to take down Zhang Yi as quickly as possible to prevent any unexpected events.

Even though Zhang Yi activated fourfold speed, it still couldn’t match Ling Feng’s enhanced physical abilities.

However, before entering the valley, he injected himself with the remaining two doses of stimulants.

At this moment, his state surpassed his peak!

Zhang Yi quickly retreated, extending his right hand forward as the Dimensional Gate instantly opened in front of him.

The massive gate blocked Ling Feng’s path.

However, after several encounters, Ling Feng had become familiar with this strange dimensional doorway and could sense its presence thanks to his powerful instincts.

Seeing Zhang Yi use this trick again, Ling Feng smirked coldly.

As long as his speed surpassed Zhang Yi’s rate of redirecting the gate, he could plunge his military dagger right into Zhang Yi’s heart!

Suddenly, an enormous object materialized in front of Ling Feng, crashing toward his head.

It was a massive heavy-duty truck.

“Hm?”

Startled, Ling Feng quickly dodged to the side.

“Does his superhuman ability include throwing objects now?”

Ling Feng had seen the Dimensional Gate’s power to repel attacks, but this was the first time he’d seen it hurling objects.

But Ling Feng shrugged it off, considering such attacks mere child’s play—nothing that could truly threaten him.

However, that was only the beginning.

After the truck, more items started to pour out. seaʀᴄh thё nôvelFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Pickup trucks, Bentleys, Rolls-Royces, excavators, industrial lathes...

These were random things Zhang Yi had collected during his spare time, initially planning to use them for other purposes, but now they became weapons to crush his opponent.

Ling Feng’s speed was remarkable, yet Zhang Yi’s Dimensional Gate continued throwing objects at such a rate that Ling Feng found it challenging to evade.

“Clang!”

Ling Feng drew a combat knife from his back and, facing an oncoming car, he let out a shout and sliced it in half with one blow.

The one-ton car split in two, crashing into the snow on either side.

“Nice blade! Let’s keep going!”

Excitement gleamed in Zhang Yi’s eyes as he kept the Dimensional Gate wide open, dumping objects from it like a garbage truck.

In preparation for today’s fight, he had gone out of his way to several supermarkets and malls to stockpile various items.

Ling Feng’s close-combat skills were formidable, yet he lacked any long-range or area-clearing abilities, so these random objects were an annoying distraction.

“Ridiculous. Do you think these things can actually hurt me?”

Ling Feng sneered, casually slashing through the barrage of objects.

Zhang Yi kept retreating, chuckling, “If that’s the case, then why are you dodging?”

Despite his dismissive words, Ling Feng remained wary of Zhang Yi’s possible tricks, so he diligently avoided the incoming junk, taking a roundabout path toward Zhang Yi.

However, with Zhang Yi throwing everything he had and keeping the pressure up, Ling Feng couldn’t close the gap.

“I don’t believe you can keep throwing things forever!”

Ling Feng’s eyes turned cold. With the Dimensional Gate in play, firearms were useless—he had to bypass it and engage Zhang Yi in close combat.

Once he got within three meters of Zhang Yi, he could end him in a heartbeat!

Without a word, Zhang Yi continued hurling random objects to block Ling Feng’s path.

Cars, toys, wooden planks... and a mishmash of colorful lingerie.

Most of the earlier items were easy enough for Ling Feng to slice apart.

But the flying undergarments—brightly colored bras and panties—made him pause.

The strong winds in the valley carried these light objects everywhere, disrupting Ling Feng’s vision.

It was the epitome of absurdity. Although he could punch through a multi-ton truck, these flimsy lace items had him stymied.

Clownish behavior!

Ling Feng cursed silently.

He saw this as a low-effort, time-wasting tactic on Zhang Yi’s part, more insulting than damaging.

“I refuse to believe you won’t run out of things to throw!”

Ling Feng had no idea of the exact capacity of Zhang Yi’s Dimensional Space.

Nor did he know Zhang Yi had barely explored its full capacity, which was vast enough to hold an endless number of objects.

Gritting his teeth, Ling Feng grabbed a pair of black lace lingerie that had landed on his arm, trying to shake it off.

But the damn thing clung to his arm, refusing to budge.

Ling Feng grew increasingly frustrated, and before he could clear himself of the junk, even more lingerie landed on him, further hindering his movements.

“Rip!”

With a fierce tug, Ling Feng shredded the garments.

While these items posed a minor inconvenience, they weren’t enough to immobilize someone of Ling Feng’s strength.

“Boom!”

Another heap of wooden debris, metal barrels, and iron sheets rained down on Ling Feng.

Noticing the metal barrels, Ling Feng felt a twinge of foreboding.

If those barrels contained gasoline, they could obscure his vision and give Zhang Yi a chance to ignite them.

Hurriedly, he shifted to dodge.

As expected, the barrels Zhang Yi threw out were filled with gasoline—open-lid barrels, no less.

Dozens of barrels dropped from above, and despite Ling Feng’s efforts, some gasoline splashed onto him.

It wasn’t just on him; the surrounding snow was also soaked with gasoline.

“You sneaky brat!”

Ling Feng muttered through clenched teeth.

Zhang Yi pulled out a pistol, firing a tracer round at the ground near Ling Feng.

“Whoosh—”

The tracer round ignited the gasoline, and flames instantly roared to life, engulfing a large area around Ling Feng.

But Zhang Yi didn’t let up; he knew Ling Feng wouldn’t perish in mere flames.

Moreover, the Special Forces combat gear Ling Feng wore was heat-resistant, but with the blaze raging, his vision was certainly obstructed.

Especially the infrared night vision, which would now be useless.

Ling Feng glanced at the flames licking his body, unimpressed. He didn’t even bother to pat them out.

This fire couldn’t harm him.

The only nuisance was the sheer brightness of the flames, which made it hard to track Zhang Yi.

“How long do you think you can keep up this stalling tactic?”

Ling Feng sneered, finding Zhang Yi’s approach foolish.

To him, any tactic that didn’t inflict actual harm was worthless.

“You might be a genius in defensive maneuvers, but when it comes to offense, you’re nothing but a clown.”



Ling Feng sneered at Zhang Yi’s unconventional methods.

But just as he prepared to step out of the fire’s perimeter, Zhang Yi launched another attack.

This time, dozens of barrels appeared overhead, though they contained not gasoline but a strange milky-white liquid.

Author's Note