The Sneakiest Hunter

Lin Feng heard the faint twang of a bowstring and knew someone had fired a sneak arrow from behind him, aiming straight for the center of his back.

Lin Feng tossed aside the Wild Boar and pushed off the ground, diving to the side.

With a wet thunk, a feathered arrow buried itself in the Wild Boar's flesh, its fletching still humming with vibration.

Lin Feng rolled several times across the ground and ducked behind a large tree.

Voices drifted over from roughly twenty meters away.

"Looks like it missed!"

Another person shouted, "Little brother, that was a misunderstanding. We mistook you for a Wild Boar."

"We're both hunters. Why not come out and have a chat?

Little brother, your skills are truly remarkable.

At such a young age, you managed to take down such a huge Wild Boar.

My son and I are thoroughly ashamed by comparison.

May I ask which village you're from, little brother?"

Hidden behind the tree, Lin Feng glanced at the two men from the corner of his eye, then immediately pulled his head back.

The one who had fired the sneak arrow was a middle-aged man in his early forties. He held a large bow and carried a quiver on his back.

The other was a youth of fifteen or sixteen, holding a steel fork.

Lin Feng checked their attribute panels.

Both had a Vitality attribute of nine, and both had learned an unranked archery martial skill, Hundred Paces Archery.

The middle-aged man had cultivated Hundred Paces Archery to the Beginner realm.

This time, he had suffered for lacking a ranged means of attack.

He had to learn some ranged martial skills in the future.

Hidden weapons and archery—he needed to learn them all. With the system, learning anything came effortlessly anyway.

Lin Feng did not answer. Only a fool would believe it had been a misunderstanding.

They clearly wanted to murder him for his wealth.

He had already skinned the Wild Boar. Anyone with eyes could tell what it was.

Though he was invincible beneath demon beasts, he was still at the bottom among humans. That invincibility only meant he was unmatched among beasts below demon beasts; it did not include humans.

Still, Lin Feng did not consider these two a threat.

This ambush reminded Lin Feng of his father's death.

His father had been a cautious, experienced hunter. The beasts at the edge of Big Black Mountain should not have been able to do anything to him.

Perhaps his father had also been ambushed and killed by other hunters.

Of course, that was only Lin Feng's speculation.

In these mountains, humans were the ones who needed the greatest vigilance. Humans were a thousand times more sinister than beasts.

Seeing that Lin Feng did not respond, the middle-aged man said, "Since little brother doesn't trust us, we'll take our leave. Until we meet again."

Then came the sound of retreating footsteps.

Lin Feng listened carefully and heard only one person's footsteps.

There was no need to think about it. Those footsteps belonged to the youth. The middle-aged man with the bow had to still be lying in ambush nearby.

The moment he stepped out, the other man would definitely attack him again.

Lin Feng tilted his head and surveyed the surroundings from the corner of his eye. He saw the bushes behind him sway slightly.

Focusing his gaze, Lin Feng saw the middle-aged man holding his bow, hunched low as he slowly approached.

It seemed he wanted to circle around from the side and give Lin Feng another arrow.

Lin Feng took off his shirt and threw it to the right while he dashed out from the left.

Whoosh! An arrow flew over and pierced straight through Lin Feng's shirt.

The man had mistaken the shirt for Lin Feng and reflexively loosed an arrow.

By the time the man nocked another arrow—

Lin Feng had already charged more than ten meters away.

Lin Feng ran on all fours like a hunting leopard.

He used Leopard Step from Beast Hunting Fist, the move best suited for short bursts of speed. Every step launched him several meters forward.

Seeing Lin Feng's terrifying speed, the middle-aged man panicked and hastily fired an arrow.

The distance was too close, and Lin Feng was moving too fast. The arrow missed.

Lin Feng seized the chance and rushed before the middle-aged man.

The man nocked another arrow, but it was already too late.

Seeing how powerful Lin Feng was, the middle-aged man regretted his actions. He should not have tried to murder a fellow hunter over a single Wild Boar.

If he had simply hunted properly, he might still have gained something.

The crucial thing was that he had brought his son along this time.

Both father and son might end up dying here.

The middle-aged man roared, "Son, run! Don't look back!"

As he shouted those words, Lin Feng had already unleashed Black Tiger Heart Extraction.

The middle-aged man had hunted for years and reacted quickly. He immediately crossed his arms before his chest.

Crack! Crack! Lin Feng directly broke both of the middle-aged man's arms and sent him flying three or four meters away.

Pfft! While he was still in midair, blood sprayed from the middle-aged man's mouth and nose.

After hitting the ground, the middle-aged man spoke again. "My son didn't ambush you. Please, spare his life."

Lin Feng did not bother speaking. He had nothing to say to someone like this.

He lashed out with a Wild Donkey Kick, striking the middle-aged man in the head.

Bang! The middle-aged man's head snapped to the side, and he died.

Lin Feng turned to look at the youth.

The youth's face still held traces of childishness. He was even younger than Lin Feng.

The youth had not run far. He was still watching from a short distance away.

"Father, Father..."

Terror filled the youth's heart as he kept calling out.

He wanted to obey his father and flee without looking back, but he could not leave his father behind.

Everything had happened too suddenly.

Today was the first time his father had brought him into the mountains to hunt.

Their luck had been poor, and they had not caught a single prey after half a day.

Later, they heard the sounds of fighting and quietly crept close to Lin Feng. There, they saw Lin Feng carrying a huge Wild Boar.

The father had harbored crooked thoughts, wanting to kill Lin Feng and seize his prey.

The youth had tried his utmost to stop his father.

His father had told him that this world was one where people ate people. For the sake of survival resources, killing was the most normal thing in the world.

His father had wanted to teach his son a lesson, only to kick an iron plate.

Within a few breaths, his father had been killed in return.

Only after seeing his father fall did the youth begin to run.

How could Lin Feng let him escape? He turned and chased after the youth.

Whether or not the youth had acted against him, Lin Feng had to kill him.

Because he had already killed the youth's father.

The hatred of killing one's father could never be shared beneath the same sky.

In this world, avenging a blood relative was not against the law.

If he let this youth go today—

And the youth later encountered some heaven-defying fortune or became the disciple of a peerless master, then Lin Feng and his family would be the ones in trouble.

There was indeed a rule in the martial world that grudges should not extend to one's family.

But people only followed it on the surface.

And it only applied to the families of important figures living in the Inner City.

Those people's families lived within the heavily guarded Inner City, making them difficult for others to touch.

But once they left the city, they would still be pursued by their enemies.

Lin Feng unleashed Leopard Step, his speed completely crushing that of the fleeing youth.

Even at full sprint, the youth was only a third as fast as Lin Feng.

Lin Feng rushed up behind the youth and leaped fiercely into the air.

The youth performed a sudden turn-and-thrust, whirling around and stabbing backward with the steel fork in his hand.

Lin Feng realized he had been careless. He had underestimated this youth.

He was in midair and unable to dodge. The steel fork was about to pierce him.

A smug gleam had already appeared in the youth's eyes.

He could practically see the scene of Lin Feng's throat being pierced by the steel fork, killed in a single strike.