The Entry-plundering Demon Hunter

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Two fists smashed into their faces.

How could they possibly withstand such a heavy blow?

Without so much as a grunt, their eyes rolled back in their heads, and they both collapsed to the ground.

Lei Hu glanced left and right.

"Shengzi? Daqiang?"

Seeing his two companions lying there, their conditions unknown, he glared at Lin Yi, his face contorted with rage.

"Kid, you’re fucking courting death..."

The next moment, he clenched his fists, grinding his teeth.

A faint golden glow gradually materialized around his fist.

But that was the extent of it.

Lin Yi glanced over, a little curious. "So this is the Golden Light Fist?"

"How do you know about it?"

Lei Hu froze, staring at Lin Yi in astonishment.

He had been practicing the Golden Light Fist since he was a child.

It was an ancestral art, passed down through his Lei Family.

But his aptitude was poor; despite practicing for so many years, he had only just scratched the surface.

Lei Hu had once heard his father say that his grandfather had relied on this very Golden Light Fist to battle the Ten Thousand Realms Demon Beasts.

Countless demon beasts had fallen to the Golden Light Fist.

If one could practice it to perfection, they would be truly accomplished...

Unfortunately, by the time the ancestral Golden Light Fist was passed down to Lei Hu’s generation, he had only managed to reach the stage of Minor Success.

Improving any further was already a monumental task.

However, after his brief surprise,

A cold glint returned to his eyes. "Kid, I don’t care how you found out. Tonight, you die..."

Before Lei Hu could finish, Lin Yi threw a punch at him.

As a martial artist in the Tier Four Realm, Lei Hu had also spent years scrapping in the courtyards.

His combat experience was naturally not lacking.

His reflexes were quick. Just as Lin Yi’s fist was about to connect with his face,

Lei Hu swiftly dodged and simultaneously drove his Golden Light Fist viciously toward Lin Yi’s side.

’Not good...’

Lin Yi was alarmed. He hadn’t expected Lei Hu to be so ferocious.

He rapidly pulled back his fist and dodged to the side.

He had only just barely dodged Lei Hu’s punch.

However, the golden light from the fist still caused Lin Yi considerable trouble.

The light merely grazed Lin Yi’s body, but it felt as if he’d been struck by an immense force.

A sharp pain made his expression change drastically, and his body was involuntarily sent flying.

CLANG—

Lin Yi slammed heavily against the alley wall.

The spot where the golden light had grazed him felt as if it had been sliced open by a knife.

He quickly pulled aside his clothes to look.

Sure enough, there was a gash, but strangely, not a single drop of blood trickled out.

Just as Lin Yi was feeling rattled by the Golden Light Fist,

the corners of Lei Hu’s mouth lifted in a contemptuous sneer.

Landing the blow had boosted his confidence.

"Kid, get on your knees and beg for mercy now, and I might just spare your life. Just hand over..."

"You talk too much..."

Before Lei Hu could finish, Lin Yi charged at him again.

From his recent experience, he knew the Golden Light Fist was too tyrannical.

Especially that golden light—if it landed a solid blow, the consequences would be dire.

Lin Yi held nothing back, channeling the Qi and Blood in his body to envelop his fists.

He once again threw a heavy punch toward Lei Hu.

A cold glint flashed in Lei Hu’s eyes. He sneered, "Courting death..."

He twisted his body and dodged to the side.

He tried the same trick again, aiming for Lin Yi’s side.

However, having already fallen for it once, how could Lin Yi let him succeed?

The punch he had just thrown was merely a feint.

Its purpose was to bait Lei Hu into using the same move.

When he saw the previous scene playing out once more,

a faint smile touched Lin Yi’s lips.

He quickly pulled back his fist to dodge, and the instant he evaded the Golden Light Fist,

Lin Yi switched from a fist to an elbow, spun behind Lei Hu, and slammed it viciously into his back.

THUD—

With a muffled thud, the elbow strike dealt significant damage to Lei Hu.

He let out a choked grunt and his body instinctively doubled over.

Seeing his chance, Lin Yi gave Lei Hu no time to recover.

His fists, wrapped in Qi and Blood, rained down on Lei Hu’s body.

Keep in mind, a single one of these punches could kill a One-Star Realm Dog Demon.

And Lei Hu took dozens of them, until his body finally gave out.

With a thud, he collapsed to his knees.

Blood sprayed from his mouth, and the golden light on his arm had long since vanished.

"Stop... stop hitting me... I... I give... I surrender, I surrender..."

Lei Hu stammered.

Hearing this, Lin Yi stopped the fist that was still in mid-air, poised to strike.

He took a long look at Lei Hu, confirming that he had lost the ability to fight back.

Only then did he circle around to Lei Hu’s front and size him up.

The mask on Lei Hu’s face was long gone.

The face of a weather-beaten man, who looked to be in his thirties, was revealed to Lin Yi.

In fact, Lei Hu’s face looked closer to fifty.

It was etched with the scars of time...

"Why were you following me?"

Lin Yi glanced at him and asked coldly.

Kneeling on the ground, Lei Hu slowly raised his head to look at Lin Yi.

At this moment, he was utterly defeated.

His voice was weak. "I... I wanted to borrow some money from you..."

"Borrow money? Looks to me like you were trying to rob me," Lin Yi couldn’t help but laugh.

In truth, he hadn’t even used his full strength.

Otherwise, Lei Hu would be a dead man.

The reason he didn’t kill Lei Hu was mainly because he couldn’t get over the mental block of killing a person.

Humans were different from demon beasts.

Lin Yi felt no psychological burden when slaying demon beasts.

’But to actually kill a person... I just can’t bring myself to do it.’

Lei Hu didn’t speak.

He just wheezed and panted.

"That Golden Light Fist you just used, who taught you that?" Lin Yi continued to question him.

Lei Hu froze, his head snapping up to look at Lin Yi in terror.

"Th-that’s my family’s ancestral fist technique..."

"Ancestral? I didn’t expect you to have a lineage. So why are you out here robbing people instead of doing something decent? Is there a manual for this Golden Light Fist? Let me see it!"

Lin Yi was rather surprised. He hadn’t expected the man before him, Lei Hu, to actually come from a family with a martial lineage.

Generally speaking, those who possessed a lineage were usually from a Martial Arts Family.

For generations, they passed down their own unique cultivation techniques.

Just like Lei Hu’s Golden Light Fist.

And these techniques were only passed down within the family, never to outsiders. That was the advantage of a Martial Arts Family.

However, a Martial Arts Family with a lineage like Lei Hu’s...

...should be living in the New District by now.

’Why is Lei Hu in the Old District?’

’And how has he fallen so low as to resort to robbery?’

Lei Hu shook his head. "I-I don’t have it on me. It’s at home... But, I have a Cultivation Technique. If you’re not opposed, I’ll... I’ll give it to you!"

"Oh? Let me see it!"

Lin Yi’s face lit up as he spoke with eager anticipation.

Lei Hu’s body trembled. With a flash of golden light from his hand,

a tattered book appeared, which he handed to Lin Yi.

When Lin Yi took it and looked, he saw that half the cover had rotted away.

He could just make out two words: Star River.