The Entry-plundering Demon Hunter

Lin Yi recovered from his state of [Absolute Focus].

He saw the complete mess before him.

And the looks of terror and shock on the faces of the surrounding students.

Lin Yi scratched his head in embarrassment.

He walked up to Yang Yong and said, "Coach Yang, I was just..."

"What was that fist style you were just using?"

Before Lin Yi could finish, Yang Yong quickly cut him off.

His eyes were filled with anticipation.

He was more focused on the name of the fist style Lin Yi had just performed.

He didn’t seem to care at all about the wooden post that had been shattered by a single punch.

Lin Yi smiled and said, "The Golden Light Fist!"

He said it without any hesitation.

In truth, it was no longer entirely accurate to call it the Golden Light Fist.

As he had been practicing it over and over just now,

he had subconsciously integrated the basic fist and foot techniques into it.

As a result, the three had merged together perfectly.

The effect it produced was even stronger than the pure Golden Light Fist...

So now, Lin Yi himself didn’t know

if this style should still be called the Golden Light Fist.

"The Golden Light Fist? The Lei Family’s style?"

Yang Yong was startled, and his expression grew complex.

Zhou Qi, standing beside him, asked curiously, "Coach, which Lei Family is that? Do they have a lineage?"

"Of course they have a lineage!"

Yang Yong nodded. "In the past, the Lei Family held the same status in the New District as the Han, Huo, and Kong Families!"

"During the first great war, the Lei Family’s patriarch fought alongside the patriarchs of the other eight great families to repel the invading fierce beasts!"

"The Lei Family patriarch’s Golden Light Fist became famous in that battle. Afterward, the Lei Family rose rapidly, becoming the ninth major family alongside the eight great Martial Arts Families..."

"But later, for some unknown reason, the Lei Family fell into decline!"

"After that, news about the Lei Family slowly faded away..."

After Yang Yong finished his brief explanation,

Lin Yi was also a little surprised. Lei Hu had told him before that his family’s patriarch had wreaked havoc on the Bloody Battlefield with the Golden Light Fist, and that countless fiendish beasts had died under it.

At the time, Lin Yi had thought he was just bullshitting.

The Bloody Battlefield had taken place at least two or three hundred years ago.

That was back when the fierce beasts had just invaded, and the whole world was forced into war.

According to historical records, those fierce beasts had strange appearances and varied forms; they were ferocious, bloodthirsty, and utterly terrifying.

Back then, the ground had trembled, and pits had appeared all over the world.

Just as countries around the world were studying how those pits had formed,

the fierce beasts charged out from within them.

In an instant, the entire world plunged into a bloody slaughter.

The military was completely unable to resist them; the fierce beasts were impervious to bullets and cannonballs.

"They were incredibly fast, their Body Techniques bizarre and unpredictable, capable of taking a human life in the blink of an eye."

These were all things Lin Yi had read

in a record about the Bloody Battlefield he had stumbled upon in the library.

Besides, during his school days, his liberal arts classes had also covered some of the tragic events of that era.

It was the emergence of the Ancient Martial Families, in particular, that had finally stopped the slaughter by the fierce beasts.

And it was after the Bloody Battlefield

that the world became as it is today, with everyone practicing and cultivating Martial Arts.

Even the regions were divided into the New District and the Old District.

"Are you a member of the Lei Family?"

Yang Yong turned his head and asked.

Lin Yi shook his head. "No, but I have a friend from the Lei Family. He’s the one who lent me this Golden Light Fist technique."

Hearing this, Yang Yong nodded.

"To be able to receive the heritage of an Ancient Martial Family is your good fortune!"

"You performed that Golden Light Fist well just now. How long have you been practicing it?"

Yang Yong offered a few words of praise.

’It’s only because the Lei Family has declined and all its disciples are gone,’ he thought,

’that a heritage like this could fall into Lin Yi’s hands.’

’If the Lei Family still existed, even as a minor family,’

’they would never have passed their heritage on to an outsider like Lin Yi.’

’This is the greatest taboo among Martial Arts Families. How could they possibly teach their own techniques to an outsider?’

In Yang Yong’s opinion, the punch Lin Yi had just thrown

had reached the level of mastery, at the very least.

To go from beginner to master would be impossible without at least three to five years of practice.

But how could he have imagined that Lin Yi had achieved it in just one morning?

No... strictly speaking, it only took him a little over an hour.

"Coach Yang, if I said it only took me one morning, would you believe me?" Lin Yi said with a smile.

The moment the words left his mouth,

Yang Yong whipped his head around, staring at Lin Yi with a face full of disbelief.

Even Zhou Qi, at his side, said, "Lin Yi, we’re not joking with you. You have to understand, with a family heritage like this, even if it’s given to an outsider, nine times out of ten they’ll have a hard time mastering it!"

"How could you possibly reach such a level in a single morning? Even if you were practicing a basic fist style, it would be impossible..."

Zhou Qi’s questioning echoed what Yang Yong wanted to say.

But Lin Yi just laughed. "I told you you wouldn’t believe me. Saying it was pointless!"

"Coach Yang, can we get to work now?"

Lin Yi didn’t continue the conversation about the Golden Light Fist.

He couldn’t be bothered to explain anything.

’Was I really going to make up some number of years just to get them to believe me?’

"Tong Ye, Cheng Yu, you two go spar with Lin Yi first!"

"Yes, Coach Yang!"

"Okay..."

The two students who had been called out both stepped onto the sparring ring. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

With the experience and pattern from yesterday afternoon’s sparring session, they naturally wouldn’t try to deliberately provoke Lin Yi again.

Instead, they would spar seriously with Lin Yi, trying to discover their own weaknesses.

This would allow Yang Yong to give them targeted corrections.

As Lin Yi began sparring with Tong Ye,

Zhou Qi laughed. "This kid doesn’t even bother drafting his lies anymore!"

"Mastering a heritage fist style in one morning? He just says whatever pops into his head!"

As he spoke, Yang Yong’s brow was tightly furrowed.

His gaze remained fixed on Lin Yi.

His eyes would sometimes light up, and at other times, he would fall deep into thought.

It wasn’t until the sparring partners switched that Yang Yong’s expression changed drastically.

"No, he wasn’t lying. Others might not be able to, but it’s possible for him!"

"What? Brother Yang, are you still half-asleep? Are you talking nonsense?"

Zhou Qi said in shock.

Yang Yong shook his head. "Nonsense, my ass. Do you remember that painting in my office?"

"You mean that weird painting? What about it?" Zhou Qi nodded.

"When he was in my office yesterday, I suspect he established a mental connection with that painting. In other words... he entered its artistic conception!"

"HISS..."

The moment he said this,

Zhou Qi gasped sharply.

His pupils contracted as he stared at Yang Yong in terror. "Brother Yang, don’t scare me. If I remember correctly, your master gave you that painting, right?"

"Only someone with extraordinary talent can enter the painting’s state. Once you enter, the benefits are endless... For all these years, you’ve been trying to establish a mental connection, and you’ve never once succeeded!"

"That kid went to your office just once, and he... he succeeded?"

Yang Yong nodded.

"That’s right, he succeeded. To be able to establish a mental connection with that painting shows just how terrifying his talent is.

With talent like that, mastering the Golden Light Fist in a single morning... he can’t even be called human anymore. He’s simply a monster..."

Zhou Qi turned his head to look at Lin Yi on the sparring ring.

At that moment, his expression also grew complex.