Being a Lurker in the Rift, Addicted to Kill Stealing!

Inside the fissure.

As soon as Lin Feng entered, a thick stench of blood hit his nose.

On the rock walls lining both sides of the passage, dried bloodstains were everywhere.

Not far off, the sounds of fierce fighting and beast roars rang out.

Following the noise, Lin Feng activated Lost Trace Step, his form blurring into an afterimage as he silently crept closer.

Rounding a bend, he saw a five-man team besieging an Iron-Armored Violent Bear.

The Iron-Armored Violent Bear was notorious among E-Class Exotic Beasts for its thick hide and astonishing defense.

In this five-man team, the strongest—the captain—was only a third-stage Martial Artist, while the other four were all first-stage.

The five had been hacking at the bear for ages; sparks flew as blades struck its body, but they hadn't even broken the skin.

Instead, the bear swatted them one by one, sending them tumbling.

"Captain, no good! This beast is too tough—can't break its defense!" one team member shouted as he barely dodged a bear swipe.

The captain, a one-eyed man with fresh wounds on his face, gritted his teeth and roared, "Hold on a little longer! Its weak point is the belly—find a way to flip it over!"

Just then, a dark shadow flashed across the rock wall above their heads.

The group only saw a blur.

The next second.

Thud!

A dull sound of a blade sinking into flesh.

The Iron-Armored Violent Bear, which had been so imposing moments before, suddenly had its massive head drop from its neck, rolling to a stop at the one-eyed captain's feet.

Bear blood spurted like a fountain from the severed neck, shooting over three meters high.

The huge bear body swayed, then crashed to the ground.

The one-eyed captain and his four teammates stood frozen in place.

They hadn't even seen who struck.

By the time they came to their senses, a figure in a tattered cloak was crouching beside the bear corpse, expertly slicing open its belly and digging out a Magic Core.

The figure wiped the core on their clothes, pocketed it, and then walked deeper into the fissure without looking back.

From appearance to disappearance, the whole process took less than two seconds.

"What the hell?" one team member rubbed his eyes. "What was that just now?"

The one-eyed captain stared at the headless bear corpse on the ground, then at his own chipped blade, and couldn't speak for a long time.

He'd been racking his brain on how to flip the bear over, and this guy just lopped its head off with one slash?

"Captain, our Magic Core."

Snapping out of it, the one-eyed captain slapped the back of that team member's head.

"Magic Core my ass! Can you cut this thing's head off with one swing?"

The team member clutched his head and shook it pitifully.

"Then that settles it!" The captain cursed as he sheathed his blade. "Bad luck for us, running into an expert. Let's get out of here fast—don't just stand around, or that guy might come back and chop us up too."

The five of them left the spot, still shaken.

Meanwhile, Lin Feng was already heading for his next target.

[Killed E-Class Exotic Beast: Iron-Armored Violent Bear ×1, gained Martial Path Points ×50]

[Steel of the Blade: 103/500]

With an A-grade battle blade and an S-grade movement technique in hand, hunting these ordinary E-Class Exotic Beasts was almost too easy.

What made it even better was that people were working for him for free.

He didn't need to find monsters himself—he just followed the sounds of fighting.

Whenever he saw a team getting close to finishing a beast, he'd swoop in for the finishing blow, take the Magic Core, and leave, hiding his merit and fame.

"Hey, brother up ahead! Lend a hand! This Poison Fire Scorpion is about to go berserk!"

A three-man team was backed into a corner by a blood-red scorpion, on the verge of total wipeout.

Lin Feng descended from above.

A flash of the blade.

The scorpion was split in half from the middle.

Under the grateful gazes of the three, Lin Feng calmly dug out the Magic Core and drifted away.

The three: "..."

"Damn it! Who's going to tell me what just happened?"

"Looks like some kind soul saved us?"

"Good Samaritan? What kind of good Samaritan takes the Magic Core and runs?! I fought for half an hour, my hands are about to fall off!"

"Hang in there! This Three-Eyed Demon Wolf is almost done for!"

A seven-man squad, every single one wounded, had finally worn down an E-Rank high-tier mutant beast to its last breath.

Just as the team leader was about to land the finishing blow on the demon wolf.

A blur streaked past.

The wolf's head flew off.

Lin Feng smoothly dug out the Magic Core, and as an afterthought, nodded at the stunned seven as a greeting.

The seven: "..."

"Damn it! It's that sneaky bastard again!"

"Who the hell is he? Does he only show up to steal kills?"

"Don't bother chasing, you won't catch him—that guy's footwork is way too bizarre!"

In no time, the entire Rift was filled with complaints.

Every Martial Artist squad that had come in to grind monsters had heard of a mysterious "Cloaked Swordsman," appearing and disappearing like a ghost, always showing up right when someone else was about to succeed and snatching the fruits of victory.

And this guy's strength was absurdly high—one strike and it was over, his movement technique fast as a specter, impossible to catch.

Plenty of people were so furious they cursed him out loud, and a few teams even banded together, trying to smoke out this "sneaky bastard."

But Lin Feng couldn't care less.

He was having a blast.

This feeling of reaping the benefits without lifting a finger was just too satisfying.

In just one hour, he'd stolen seven or eight kills, and the numbers on his System Panel—Martial Path Points and talent layers—were skyrocketing.

[Current Martial Path Points: 650]

[Steel of the Blade: 132/500]

Not far from the armor-piercing effect at layer 150.

Lin Feng was in a great mood. He was about to look for his next target when suddenly, he stopped in his tracks.

He sensed a somewhat peculiar aura.

Deep inside the Rift, about five hundred meters away.

That aura was very weak.

It didn't even seem on par with a Martial Artist.

"Martial Disciple Perfection?"

Lin Feng frowned.

How could a Martial Disciple Perfection have gotten this deep into an E-Rank Rift?

Had they taken a wrong turn?

His curiosity was piqued.

He suppressed his aura, activated Lost Trace Step, and quietly crept in that direction.