High Martial Arts: Creating a Prodigy Character from Scratch

At 8 p.m. sharp, Lin Bao arrived at the entrance of Qin He's dormitory.

"You're so punctual, Teacher Lin. I've only been back from my part-time job for a short while, and you're already here," Qin He said with a light laugh, greeting Lin Bao while his gaze remained fixed on the backpack behind Lin Bao, without any rush to leave.

"This is the appearance fee and blood-activating powder that my friend prepared. Please check if it's correct."

Lin Bao seemed to know Qin He's thoughts, and immediately unzipped his backpack, revealing stacks of banknotes and rows of dark red medicine.

This is exactly 20 Star Coins and 300 doses of Blood-Activating Powder.

Qin He's eyes lit up, and without exchanging pleasantries with Lin Bao, he immediately began to count the items.

"The numbers are correct, Mr. Lin. Your friend is so generous. I will definitely fight well in this boxing match and win."

Qin He quickly finished counting, a satisfied look on his face, and solemnly locked the backpack in the cabinet.

"As long as the number is correct, let's hurry up and get going. They're already waiting over there," Lin Bao said with a smile, his eyes growing even more profound, urging Qin He to set off.

It's the last day; let's consider these resources as Qin He's burial goods.

In this matter, his teacher was quite generous.

"Let's go then." Qin He nodded with a smile.

The two went to the parking lot, and Lin Bao drove a black sedan, taking Qin He towards the suburbs.

As time went by, fewer and fewer vehicles appeared on the road, creating a quiet and eerie atmosphere in the dim night.

"Teacher Lin, this direction is towards Mirror Lake, right? Are there any boxing gyms in this area?"

In the passenger seat, Qin He was completely relaxed, looking out the window with great interest, and realized that they were heading towards Mirror Lake.

Jinghu Lake, a key landmark of Jinghu City, is located in the suburbs of Jinghu City.

In earlier years, the area around Jinghu Lake was quite prosperous, but with the relocation of industrial areas, the area around Jinghu Lake gradually declined, and only some farmers who raise Jinghu ducks still remain here.

"Yes, boxing matches are all held at night. The area around Mirror Lake is sparsely populated, so even murder and arson won't attract attention. It's definitely the best place to do big things."

Lin Bao parked his car in front of an abandoned building, a cold smile on his face.

Perhaps it was because he had arrived on his territory that Lin Bao gradually stopped hiding his true colors and put away his fake smile.

"Teacher Lin, what do you mean by that? And this isn't a boxing gym, is it?"

Qin He looked wary and immediately got out of the car, putting some distance between himself and Lin Bao.

Despite Lin Bao's complete lack of respect, Qin He persisted in feigning ignorance, hoping to extract more information.

Because something's not right!

According to their plan, Lin Bao should bring Qin He to the boxing gym, which is their stronghold, so that they can wipe them out in one fell swoop.

But now, instead of heading to the boxing gym, they've appeared in an abandoned building in the suburbs.

Either Lin Bao was lying, or there was never any boxing gym to begin with, and the boxing match was just a lie to lure him out.

Or perhaps Lin Bao saw through their plan and knew they were going to follow the clues, so he deliberately brought Qin He here.

If it's the former, then it's better.

If it's the latter, then things are in trouble.

While remaining vigilant against Lin Bao, Qin He frantically analyzed the current situation, trying to find a way to deal with it.

Sasa...

A soft footstep sound came from behind.

More than a dozen figures dressed in black robes slowly walked from the end of the street, blocking all the exits of the abandoned building.

"No need to look. The boxing gym isn't over here. Besides, we have someone following us. How could I possibly take you to our base?"

Lin Bao unbuttoned his clothes, looked at Qin He with a half-smile, and revealed a cold sneer.

Upon hearing this, Qin He's mood darkened, and his face gradually stiffened.

"You didn't expect that, did you? We have martial artists here who cultivate perception-based mental images."

Perhaps to turn the tables on Qin He, or perhaps to see Qin He's expression of collapse, Lin Bao couldn't help but begin to recount the story.

In fact, he was unaware at first that it was a trap, but they happened to have a martial artist with sensory abilities on their side.

Sensing that someone was following him, Lin Bao realized he had fallen into a trap. He decided to play along, moving to a backup location while having the others distract the pursuers.

"I'm curious about something: are you a cultist?"

Qin He remained silent for a long time before looking at Lin Bao and asking a question.

This matter had been troubling him for several days, and he wouldn't be satisfied until he figured it out.

"Didn't you already guess? Reason corrupts, and collapse is the ultimate fate. I wish to offer my most devout sacrifice to my god!"

Lin Bao clasped his hands together in a strange pose, his expression both devout and bewildered, looking extremely bizarre.

"Reason corrupts, and collapse is the ultimate fate!"

"Reason corrupts, and collapse is the ultimate fate!"

The black-robed figures around them clasped their hands together, striking bizarre poses as they prayed devoutly, like a group of madmen.

"A collapse of reason! You're a member of this cult!"

Qin He's expression grew increasingly grim; he hadn't expected Lin Bao to be a cultist of the "Collapse of Reason."

This cult has always been known for its evil nature. It acts seemingly rationally, but is actually incredibly crazy and has committed a series of serious crimes.

If it is this cult, then we must prepare for the worst in this operation.

"The collapse of reason is the cult of God. Our God will guide us. Cults are nothing but a misunderstanding of us by the ignorant world."

A look of ferocity flashed across Lin Bao's face, then returned to calm as he looked at Qin He with expectant eyes. "My good student, I'll give you one last chance. Join the embrace of my god and become a member of the cult. You will receive my god's salvation."

During this month, he witnessed Qin He's growth firsthand and realized just how incredible Qin He's potential was.

If Qin He can join [The Collapse of Reason], once he is trained, the Divine Cult will gain a true martial arts expert.

Reason told Lin Bao that this was the best way to deal with the cult.

"A good suggestion, but I refuse. Eradicating all cults is one of my life goals!"

Qin He's expression was icy, and he rejected Lin Bao without hesitation.

He wished he could kill him, so how could he possibly agree to join the cult?

Even more so, he didn't even have the idea of ​​feigning compliance with Lin Bao to temporarily avoid the crisis and then find another opportunity to escape.

In Qin He's view, the cult was like dog excrement in a sewer; even getting close to it was nauseating, so how could he possibly get covered in its stench?

"As expected, I knew you wouldn't agree. Then let me offer you as a sacrifice to my god, to become the provisions for my god's descent into this mortal world!"

Lin Bao's expression was violent, but his tone became increasingly calm, as if he were recounting a trivial matter.

The next moment, the black-robed men around him suddenly rushed towards Qin He and launched an attack.

Clang!

Holding an iron sword, Qin He decisively charged toward a street corner, attempting to break through the encirclement.

The battle erupted instantly.