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the next morning.

The sky was so dark it looked like ink was about to drip from it, with dark clouds pressing down overhead and thunder rumbling.

This kind of weather isn't suitable for going out.

But Lin Feng still took his hunting tools and went out.

He waited at the gate of the courtyard for a while, and Old Wang from next door also came out as agreed.

Lin Feng greeted him with a smile, "Good morning, Brother Wang."

Wang Shanxiong looked up at the sky and asked, "Is this kind of weather suitable for hunting in the mountains?"

"There's no other way, we're almost starving."

If we don't go hunting in the mountains, we won't have anything to eat.

Don't be fooled by the gloomy sky; it doesn't necessarily mean it will rain heavily.

Besides, I also brought an umbrella.

"Okay." Let's get going then.

Wang Shanxiong didn't want to delay any longer and planned to kill Lin Feng on the mountain today.

After killing Lin Feng, any fabricated reason can be used to cover it up.

The two walked side by side toward the edge of the village, both wary of each other.

Lin Feng asked casually, "Brother Wang, you said you've practiced martial arts before, but what kind of kung fu did you practice?"

"I practiced a third-rate boxing style that didn't even have a name."

Wang Shanxiong was clearly just giving Lin Feng a perfunctory answer.

Lin Feng didn't need Wang Shanxiong to answer truthfully; it was already clearly written on the attribute panel.

Lin Feng actually wanted Wang Shanxiong to ask him a question in return.

Sure enough, Wang Shanxiong immediately asked, "Xiao Feng, what kind of kung fu do you learn?"

"Oh, I learned the Mad Demon Staff Technique at a martial arts school in the county town, which is also a third-rate martial art."

Upon hearing that Lin Feng practiced staff techniques, Wang Shanxiong's eyes involuntarily lingered on Lin Feng.

Lin Feng carried a bow and arrows, a quiver, a bag of food for the mountain trip, and an oil-paper umbrella in the quiver.

When Wang Shanxiong realized that Lin Feng hadn't brought a stick, his vigilance lessened somewhat.

Lin Feng wanted to mislead him and lower his guard.

Perhaps due to the weather, there were very few pedestrians on the road.

Just as the two reached the edge of Daheishan Mountain, a light drizzle began to fall.

A light drizzle, like silk threads, gently fell on the earth, draping the world in a thin layer of mist.

The rain was light; it wasn't heavy enough to warrant using an umbrella.

Until they entered the woods.

The rain intensified slightly.

The raindrops were fine and gentle, making a rustling sound as they hit the leaves.

Wang Shanxiong scanned his surroundings, seemingly looking for a place to bury Lin Feng.

Just then, Lin Feng opened his oil-paper umbrella.

With a soft thud, the oil-paper umbrella opened, shielding the area from the rain.

Lin Feng handed the umbrella to his left hand and moved closer to Wang Shanxiong.

"Brother Wang, let's share the umbrella."

Lin Feng's face showed an honest and simple smile as he spoke.

Although the light rain didn't soak my clothes, it was still quite uncomfortable; I felt sticky all over, so I definitely should have used an umbrella.

Wang Shanxiong, unsuspecting, leaned over and reached out his right hand to take the umbrella.

Just then, a thunderclap exploded in the sky, and a bolt of lightning ripped through the heavens.

Wang Shanxiong raised an eyebrow, his gaze involuntarily drawn to the lightning.

The umbrella conveniently blocked Lin Feng's view, preventing him from being disturbed by the lightning.

Lin Feng also gains a lot of combat experience every time he adds points.

Lin Feng seized the fleeting opportunity.

With a flick of his right hand, he aimed straight for Wang Shanxiong's throat, and at the same time, a large cloud of lime powder was flung out from his right sleeve.

By the time Wang Shanxiong reacted, Lin Feng's attack had already arrived, and it was too late to dodge.

Wang Shanxiong is a seasoned veteran with exceptional adaptability.

Wang Shanxiong closed his eyes, controlled the muscles in his neck to move forward to protect his throat, and struck Lin Feng's chest with his right hand in a "Monument-Splitting Hand" move.

He wanted to force Lin Feng to back down.

Lin Feng only had this one chance to launch a sneak attack, so he wasn't about to back down.

Bang... Clang.

Two different collision sounds rang out almost simultaneously.

With a thud, Lin Feng was sent flying three or four meters away, spitting out a mouthful of blood while still in mid-air.

Fortunately, Lin Feng had placed a steel plate in his chest beforehand; otherwise, this "Splitting the Tablet" strike would have killed him.

Lin Feng looked down and saw that his clothes had been torn apart, and a deep palm print had been punched into the steel plate underneath.

Lin Feng was shocked; how could this person's palm strike be so powerful!

Wang Shanxiong also spat out a mouthful of blood and took two steps back; his Adam's apple had not been broken by Lin Feng.

However, lime powder got into his eyes, and he couldn't open them for a while.

Wang Shanxiong assessed his own condition.

"Huh? You don't have any internal energy!"

He hasn't even reached the Skin Refining Realm.

Haha, practicing martial arts without internal strength training will lead to nothing in old age.

"You think you can take me down with your pathetic skills? You're dead meat."

Lin Feng was completely bewildered. What internal energy? What skin-refining realm?

He had no idea what Wang Shanxiong was talking about and suffered from not having a master.

Seeing Wang Shanxiong wiping his eyes with his sleeve, Lin Feng quickly got up and rushed towards Wang Shanxiong.

Even a sneak attack and sprinkling lime couldn't kill Wang Shanxiong.

Once Wang Shanxiong regains his sight, I will be in danger.

Lin Feng rushed over and used another move, "Snake Spitting Tongue," to attack Wang Shanxiong's throat.

Although Wang Shanxiong's trachea was not shattered, he was seriously injured and was still bleeding from his throat.

Wang Shanxiong, though blind, could pinpoint the location of Lin Feng's attack on his throat by sound.

He took a step back, extended his left hand to block Lin Feng's palm strike, and threw a punch at Lin Feng's chest with his right hand.

Lin Feng's chest was also seriously injured, his sternum was fractured, and he dared not let him hit him again.

Lin Feng dodged to the side, and the two became entangled in a fight.

It rained harder and harder.

The rain soaked their clothes, making them cling to their bodies and revealing their well-developed muscles.

Lin Feng's gaze was firm and sharp, piercing through the misty rain as he stared intently at Wang Shanxiong.

The heavy rain affected Wang Shanxiong's ability to locate sounds.

Wang Shanxiong was punched a few times by Lin Feng, but he was not seriously injured.

He protected his throat and face, and whenever he had the chance, he would lift his head to let the rain wash away the lime powder from his eyes.

If lime powder gets into your eyes, rinse them with oil if possible.

If there are no other options, you must quickly flush the eyes with plenty of water, because the tear glands are constantly secreting tears and the eyes are constantly being damaged. It must be treated quickly and cannot be delayed for even a moment.

Wang Shanxiong can only be washed by rainwater now.

Lin Feng felt a little anxious. Wang Shanxiong's defenses were airtight, and he couldn't hit his vital points at all.

Lin Feng changed his strategy, no longer seeking to strike vital points, but striking wherever he could.

Make Wang Shanxiong suffer more injuries, preferably triggering his old ones.

Lin Feng's fist techniques were swift and ruthless, each strike seemingly carrying the power of wind and rain.

Raindrops splashed as he moved, creating streaks of silver.

Wang Shanxiong became familiar with the surrounding terrain and changed his fighting style, focusing on dodging and trying to delay as much time as possible.

His movements were agile, like a fish swimming in the water.

He always managed to skillfully dodge Lin Feng's attacks while responding with precise counterattacks.

His steps were light and steady, as if he were walking on flat ground.

Their figures clashed in the rain, the sounds of fists and feet mingling with the sound of the rain.

Lin Feng grew increasingly anxious, and his movements became faster and faster.

The heavy rain seemed to be infected by the somber atmosphere, becoming even more violent.

Suddenly, Lin Feng was blasted away by a punch, his flying body crashing through a large patch of rain.

Wang Shanxiong opened his eyes and slowly withdrew his fist.

"Haha, you brat, you're dead meat."