Fighting to the Death!

"My goodness, the System I've waited years for has finally arrived..."

Chu Feng was incredibly excited. A transmigator without a cheat was too difficult!

[Name: Chu Feng]
[Cultivation: Mid Skin Grinding Stage]
[Plunder Lifespan: 3 years] (Note: Lifespan cannot be used to deduce cultivation methods.)
[Cultivation Methods: Dark Gold Marrow Polishing Technique, Breaking Edge Saber Technique (Minor Accomplishment)]

A phantom panel appeared in Chu Feng's mind. He clearly understood the System's purpose.

By killing living beings, Chu Feng could plunder a portion of their lifespan, and with a very small chance, plunder their physique, cultivation, cultivation methods, and so on.

Lifespan could be used to upgrade and deduce cultivation methods, a function that was incredibly powerful and defied the heavens.

Chu Feng speculated that lifespan was the sum of a creature's essence, energy, and spirit. The stronger the creature, the stronger its essence, energy, and spirit, and the more lifespan could be plundered.

The martial arts in this world had extremely high limits. Powerful martial artists could divert rivers, overturn seas, destroy cities, and raze villages, appearing like gods!

Chu Feng currently only knew of four realms: Skin Grinding, Quenching Flesh, Tendon Transformation, and Bone Forging. Each realm was further divided into early, mid, and late stages.

He heard that Old Patriarch Fang was a master of the Bone Forging Realm.

Chu Feng had personally witnessed the old man, nearly eighty years old, still able to draw a three-thousand-jin black iron bow and shatter a basaltic target eight hundred paces away with a single arrow.

That terrifying power was no less than that of a Barrett sniper rifle.

No wonder he married his eighteenth concubine this year. However, due to neglect, his son had intercepted her.

There must be higher realms in the martial arts of this world, but they were beyond the understanding of a mere household servant like him.

Now that he had the Plunder System, Chu Feng was confident he could witness the scenery at the peak of martial arts!

His special physique, Bronze Skin Iron Bones, also filled Chu Feng with joy. He could feel that the defense of his skin and membranes was significantly stronger than that of martial artists at the same level.

He had initially thought Liu Hu was just talented in martial arts, but he never expected him to possess a special physique. Now, it had all become his.

Without hesitation, Chu Feng injected all 3 years of his lifespan into the Dark Gold Marrow Polishing Technique.

Dark Gold was a euphemism for pigs in this world. Wild boars liked to rub their bodies against large trees to hone their skin and membranes.

A martial arts expert, based on the habits of the Dark Gold Boar, created this Dark Gold Marrow Polishing Technique.

When cultivating the Dark Gold Marrow Polishing Technique, one needed to constantly polish the skin and membranes of the entire body, a process that was extremely painful.

If given a choice, martial artists from wealthy families would never choose this cultivation method.

The three years of lifespan on the panel turned to zero. Chu Feng's consciousness flickered for a moment, as if he had transmigrated to another world again.

Here, there was no fatigue, no hunger, and no negative emotions like pain or despair.

There was only mechanical comprehension and practice of the cultivation method, rain or shine, day and night.

[Year 1: Due to your injuries, you could only focus on healing. However, lacking medicinal herbs, you could only endure the year until your injuries healed.]

[Year 2: After your injuries healed, you diligently practiced the Dark Gold Marrow Polishing Technique, advancing your strength to the Late Skin Grinding Stage. Your skin and membranes became as tough as old cowhide, but you always felt something was missing, as if the original cultivation method was incomplete and had a continuation.]

[Year 3: You finally grasped that spark of inspiration. You used rough iron sand to polish your skin and membranes, using a hundred-year-old tree as a training post, constantly colliding and grinding your skin and membranes. Combining this with the special blood essence circulation method you comprehended, you finally cultivated the Dark Gold Marrow Polishing Technique to perfection. Your yellowish-brown skin also turned a bronze color.]

Three years of arduous cultivation passed in the blink of an eye in reality, like a dream.

It was just a pity that Chu Feng's martial arts talent was mediocre. If he had been a genius, his strength might have increased several times over.

Chu Feng had no complaints about this. Being able to break through was already exciting enough; one couldn't be too greedy.

Recalling his thoughts, Chu Feng walked to Liu Hu's corpse, pulled out his short knife, wiped it clean on Liu Hu's clothes, and then sheathed it.

He then picked up the standard long saber from the Fang Family. Looking at his own bronze-colored skin, Chu Feng inexplicably felt compelled to slash at himself with the saber.

The skin and membranes of his entire body instantly tightened, as if he were slashing at soft bronze hide. It was incredibly tough and slippery. Even with five parts of his strength, he couldn't cut a small opening.

Only when he used seven parts of his strength, feeling the critical point clearly, did Chu Feng stop.

Knowing his own defensive strength was enough; there was no need to torture himself.

Chu Feng smiled happily.

After three years of arduous cultivation to capture that spark of inspiration, combined with his innate Bronze Skin Iron Bones, the defensive strength of his skin and membranes had already surpassed that of martial artists at the same level by several times.

Just then...

"Woof woof..."

A series of dog barks could be heard.

"This rain is really ill-timed. The wolfhounds' sense of smell is being interfered with, otherwise, I would have caught you, you brat..."

Two robust household servants, leading vicious wolfhounds, appeared in Chu Feng's sight.

The two vicious dogs were wolfhounds, a crossbreed between wild wolves and hunting dogs. Their fur was glossy, and they were about the size of calves, baring their teeth with fierce temperaments.

If not for the heavy rain interfering with their sense of smell, Chu Feng feared he would have been caught long ago.

The older of the two, a middle-aged man, glanced at Liu Hu lying on the ground with a look of surprise.

"Li Dahai."

Chu Feng recognized the speaker at a glance. He hadn't expected that among the hundreds of household servants in the Fang Manor, the ones sent to pursue him would be familiar faces.

This person was one of the Fang Family Guards, and his strength had reached the Late Skin Grinding Stage.

Chu Feng remembered that his first month's salary had been extorted by this guy to go drinking.

As for the other person, he was Li Dahai's subordinate in the Fang family, who had just become a Skin Grinding Warrior.

Li Dahai's expression turned grim as he cautiously looked around. Clearly, Liu Hu's death had greatly surprised him.

Liu Hu was at the same Late Skin Grinding Stage as him. How could he have been killed by Chu Feng, who was injured and at a lower realm?

It seemed impossible no matter how he thought about it.

It wasn't until he saw the lime powder residue in Liu Hu's eye sockets that he understood Liu Hu had been tricked to death by Chu Feng.

Li Dahai immediately felt relieved. It was good that there was no ambush.

Without further ado, he disdainfully spat a glob of phlegm onto Liu Hu's body:

"To steal the credit, you deliberately left us behind, only to be tricked to death here. What a waste!"

Ever since Liu Hu became the Young Master Fang's attendant, he had become arrogant and often gave him a hard time.

It was good that he was dead now!

Li Dahai, believing he had the situation under control, immediately relaxed. He glanced sideways at Chu Feng and said:

"You'd best surrender. Perhaps the Young Master will take pity and spare your dog's life."

"Brother Li, why bother talking to him? The Young Master said the reward for killing him is fifty taels of silver, enough to stay at the Spring Breeze Pavilion for half a year..."

This young household servant had first experienced the forbidden fruit at a brothel a few days ago under Li Dahai's lead. He was precisely at the age where he craved more.

Chu Feng remained silent, merely tightening his grip on the saber.

Seeing this, Li Dahai said coldly, "The Young Master said it doesn't matter if he's alive or dead. Just kill him and report back!"

With a command, the young household servant impatiently charged towards Chu Feng.

He was well aware of Chu Feng's strength, and he had heard he was injured. As long as he was careful not to be tricked like Liu Hu, capturing him would be easy.

Li Dahai also sneered and released the rope in his hand.

With a whistle, two wolfhounds ferociously pounced towards Chu Feng.

The Fang Manor's wolfhounds were professionally trained, fierce, and aggressive.

Sometimes, the Fang family would even use live humans to train the wolfhounds to stimulate their ferocity.

One wolfhound leaped into the air, its sharp fangs bared as it lunged for Chu Feng's throat, terrifyingly skilled!

The other bit at Chu Feng's saber-wielding hand. The two wolfhounds cooperated seamlessly.

Chu Feng could clearly smell the foul stench emanating from the beasts' gaping maws.

For an ordinary warrior, it would have been easy to panic and be torn to death.

"Die!"

The young household servant also seized the opportunity, drawing his saber and slashing towards Chu Feng's face.

"Why must you court death? Isn't living better?"

Under the pincer attack from three sides, Chu Feng remained calm. He sidestepped, dodging the fatal blow to his throat, and allowed the wolfhound to bite his shoulder.

He kicked away the other lunging wolfhound, his eyes fixed on the charging young household servant, his long saber slashing straight ahead