Who is the Hunter? Who is the Prey?

Seeing Luo Yi stop in place, Luo Wei assumed his nephew had given up resistance.

He laughed arrogantly. "Good nephew, finally realized you can't escape? Ready to beg for mercy?"

Luo Yi didn't bother to reply. He drew his bow, nocked an arrow, and aimed at Luo Wei's vital points.

The only answer Luo Wei got was the whistling sound of arrows cutting through the air.

Watching the incoming arrows, Luo Wei laughed loudly. "Good nephew, I'm a Skin Refining Realm martial artist. You think that toy bow of yours can hurt me? That's nothing but wishful thinking."

Hearing that Luo Wei was actually a Skin Refining Realm martial artist, Luo Yi's heart sank.

His predecessor's father had once said that in all of Dongsheng Town, there were no more than ten Entry Realm Skin Refining martial artists. He silently cursed his bad luck.

Luo Wei, still grinning, watched the arrows flying toward him—only to realize he couldn't dodge them.

He slashed one arrow aimed at his head clean in two, but as he swung his blade toward another, that arrow buried itself deep into his abdomen.

Seeing that his arrows could actually wound Luo Wei, Luo Yi's fear of Skin Refining martial artists began to fade.

Feeling a sharp pain in his belly, Luo Wei looked down and saw that his good nephew's arrow had driven the entire arrowhead into his gut.

He snapped the arrow shaft in half and charged at Luo Yi.

Despite the wound in his abdomen, Luo Wei's running speed didn't slow in the slightest.

Luo Yi drew and loosed again, aiming the arrow at Luo Wei's lower body.

Watching the arrows fly at him relentlessly, Luo Wei's face grew more vicious by the second.

A sixteen-year-old with archery like this—give him a few more years, and who would be killing whom would be anyone's guess.

After firing all twenty arrows from his quiver, Luo Yi watched as Luo Wei, covered in blood, finally reached him.

He shot Luo Wei a look that said are you stupid, then turned and fled deeper into the mountain forest.

Seeing Luo Yi escape again just when he was about to catch him, Luo Wei was so furious he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Only then did the few lackeys Luo Wei had brought finally show up, now that no more arrows were flying at their boss.

"You alright, boss?" they asked hurriedly.

Luo Wei waved them off.

"Never mind me. Go after that little bastard first."

With that, he led his men in the direction Luo Yi had fled.

One of the lackeys, eyeing the arrow wounds on Luo Wei's body, knew this was his chance for revenge. If he didn't strike today, he might never get another opportunity like this.

Luo Wei, completely focused on chasing Luo Yi, didn't notice anything off about this lackey.

The group sprinted through the jungle. One of the lackeys gradually closed the distance between himself and Luo Wei, a fire of vengeance burning in his eyes. When he was close enough, he drove his knife with all his strength straight into Luo Wei's chest.

After the deed, the lackey kept muttering, "I told you not to sleep with other men's wives. I told you. I'll fucking kill you."

Luo Wei, running ahead with no guard up, was run through by his own lackey's sneak attack. He dropped to his knees, coughing up blood.

Ignoring the pain, he forced himself to stay conscious, swung his blade, and killed the traitorous lackey in one stroke.

He looked at the remaining, terrified men. "Forget the chase. Hurry! Hurry! Carry me back to town and find a doctor!"

Luo Yi, still running for his life, heard strange noises behind him.

He turned and saw the tip of a blade sticking out of Luo Wei's chest. He couldn't help but marvel—Luo Wei really was a Bronze Skin Martial Artist. Even stabbed clean through, he still wasn't dead.

Seeing Luo Wei being carried by his lackeys, Luo Yi knew this was the perfect chance to finish him. He gripped his Chopping Knife and gave chase.

Luo Wei, being carried along, saw Luo Yi charging at him with the knife.

He ordered his men to put him down and go kill the brat first.

Surrounded by these thugs, Luo Yi knew they were nothing but cowards who bullied the weak and feared the strong.

To leave no loose ends, he put all his strength into every strike.

Luo Wei, barely clinging to life, watched his men fall one by one. He knew that once they were all dead, he'd be next. Gritting through the pain, he charged at Luo Yi.

Luo Yi lopped off the head of the last unlucky lackey, then turned to face Luo Wei charging at him with a blade.

A surge of battle intent rose in his chest. He wanted to know just how big the gap was between his current strength and that of a Bronze Skin martial artist.

He swung his knife with all his might.

Clang! The weapons clashed. Feeling the immense force from Luo Wei's blade, Luo Yi realized he had still underestimated an Entry Realm martial artist. Worried about a follow-up attack, he didn't press the fight and instead began circling.

Seeing his nephew take a full-powered strike without a scratch, Luo Wei could no longer hold on. He collapsed, unconscious.

Watching Luo Wei fall, Luo Yi worried about an ambush. He first finished off all the lackeys, then picked up the fallen bow and arrows and shot Luo Wei in the head.

The unconscious Luo Wei was pierced through the skull by the arrow. He twitched a few times on the ground, then lay still.

Certain that Luo Wei was dead, Luo Yi stuffed everything valuable from the bodies into his backpack. He cleaned up the traces of the fight nearby, then looked through the gaps in the trees at the darkening sky, listening to the wolves howling deep in the mountains.

He left the corpses where they lay—the beasts of the forest would take care of them soon enough. No point wasting time.

He ran back to the two dead Hunting Team members he had shot earlier and looted their valuables into his pack as well.

After handling everything, Luo Yi worried that someone might notice his unusual behavior today. He forcefully suppressed his panic and ran toward Dongsheng Town.

Back in town, Luo Yi first went to the Drunken Fragrance Pavilion and sold the roe deer he had hunted today to Manager Chen, earning three taels of silver.

By the time he finished selling the deer and rushed home, the sky had completely darkened.

Luo Xi stood guard at the door, staring at the pitch-black sky.

Why isn't big brother back yet, so late? Nothing bad happened, right? Worry crept into her heart.

Pushing open the courtyard gate, Luo Yi saw Luo Xi's anxious face and asked, "What's wrong, Xiao Xi? Why the long face? Did someone upset you today? Tell me, and I'll go teach them a lesson."

Seeing her brother return, Luo Xi couldn't help but brighten up.

They had a simple dinner. After sending his younger sister to wash the dishes in the kitchen, Luo Yi carried his hunting pack into his room, closed the door tightly, and began checking today's haul.

The money pouches from those men only added up to eight taels of silver and over nine thousand copper coins. He couldn't help but curse under his breath—a bunch of paupers, couldn't they have brought more silver?

Late into the night, Luo Wei's younger brother, having lost all his money, walked out of the gambling den. Glancing at the sky, the group headed home separately.

Lying on the floor, Luo Yi grew more and more uneasy. Luo Wei was an Entry Realm Martial Artist—how could he only have that little money on him? Could it all be stashed at home?

With that thought, Luo Yi got up, slipped out of his room, and climbed over the wall into Luo Wei's courtyard next door.

He searched every possible hiding spot inside the house but found nothing. Then he recalled the period dramas he'd seen in his past life—many people had hidden compartments or mechanisms in their homes.

He carefully examined the entire room's layout, his eyes settling on a bookshelf in the corner.

Luo Wei, a thug like that—how could he possibly read books? An idea struck him.

He flipped through every book on the shelf and found two fifty-tael Silver Notes and a Cultivation Technique titled "Fierce Tiger Skin Refining Technique."