High Martial Arts: Become a God by Spending Money, Start by Spending All Your Compensation Funds

After walking for about ten more minutes, the surrounding buildings became increasingly dilapidated, and the gunshots faded into the distance until they disappeared completely.

Instead, there was a chilling silence.

There were no birdsong, no insect chirping, not even the sound of wind.

Lin Yun unconsciously slowed his pace and became more cautious with his breathing.

He has been to District 33.

Inside the virtual combat pod of the martial arts school.

He fought no fewer than fifty or sixty simulated encounters with alien beasts in that game. From being initially flustered to later handling them with composure, he had killed hundreds of alien beasts in the virtual world.

But that's fake.

There was no death in the combat pod, only the cold words "Simulation Ended," and then it started again.

And now...

He looked up at the street ahead, which was now a narrow corridor squeezed between collapsed buildings.

Something is moving deep in the shadows.

Lin Yun's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively assumed a defensive stance.

A clawed rat crawled out from a crack in the ruins.

No, not just one.

There are two.

Lin Yun's breathing became rapid.

He had killed many Claw Rats in the combat pod, knew their weak point was below their eye sockets, knew their attack rhythm was pounce, scratch, and bite, and knew that they would have a brief opening when they turned around.

He knows all the theories.

But when actually facing a living, breathing beast, his hands and feet still trembled slightly.

That's not fear, but the body's most primal alertness to danger and death.

"squeak!"

Two clawed rats simultaneously let out sharp hisses and pounced on him from the left and right.

Lin Yun moved and dodged almost instinctively.

His body suddenly slid to the left, dodging the frontal attack from the one on the right. At the same time, his right fist, enveloped in a light red mist of blood and qi, slammed into the head of the one on the left with a powerful Vajra Fist.

The terrifying force of the punch erupted the moment the fist collided with the skull.

"Bang!"

The head of the fanged rat on the left exploded like a rotten watermelon. Its body tumbled twice in the air before crashing heavily to the ground. Its limbs twitched a few times and then lay still.

The one on the right missed its target, landed, pushed off the ground with its four paws, immediately turned around, and pounced on Lin Yun again.

This time, Lin Yun did not dodge.

Because when the clawed rat pounced, he found that his hand did not tremble.

The bloodstains on the boxing gloves hadn't even dried before the second punch was thrown.

Same position, same force.

"Bang!"

The second body fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The battle is over.

Lin Yun stood there, panting heavily, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of his chest.

He looked down at his hands.

The boxing gloves were covered in a sticky, red and white liquid that emitted a strong, fishy odor.

He used to kill alien beasts in the combat pod, and the word "Victory" would pop up on the screen, then everything would reset, clean and tidy.

But now, the stench of blood was real, the corpse was real, lying at his feet, and warm blood seeped from the gaps in his boxing gloves onto his fingers, sticky and nauseating.

Lin Yun took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed the surging discomfort.

He crouched down, pulled a folding knife from his backpack, and began to dispose of the body.

A mid-tier Tier 1 Claw Rat doesn't have many valuable items, but its fur and claws are in demand on the market, and its eyeballs can also be sold for a small amount of money.

Lacking experience and clumsy in his work, it took him almost ten minutes to dismantle the valuable parts from the two strange beasts and put them into the pre-prepared sealed bags.

Internal organs and bits of flesh were splattered all over him, and his clothes were covered in blood.

Lin Yun stood up, wiped the blood off his hands with a tattered rag he found in the ruins, and stuffed the sealed bag into his backpack.

"My first income," he muttered to himself, a somewhat unnatural smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Then he continued walking forward, his steps becoming more steady than before.

dark place.

The assassin, Ah Gui, had a subtle change in expression.

He started following Lin Yun the moment he entered the blockade. He maintained a perfect distance, always at least thirty meters away, ensuring he wouldn't be detected while still being able to see his target's every move.

When the two clawed rats were instantly killed, his eyebrows twitched slightly.

I was not surprised by the result, but by the process.

The power, speed, and precision of that punch were definitely not something a mid-stage Martial Apprentice could achieve.

The information was incorrect.

And it's wildly wrong.

Ah Gui pulled a heavy satellite phone from the inside pocket of his jacket and dialed the number.

It rang twice, and then the other end answered.

"explain."

Wang Dalong's voice was low and impatient.

"The information you gave me is wrong." A-Gui's voice was calm, as if he were talking about something very ordinary. "The target is not at the fourth level of the Martial Apprentice Realm at all."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

Are you sure?

"I saw it with my own eyes. Two mid-stage Tier 1 Clawed Rats, he took them down with a single punch, clean and efficient." Ah Gui paused, "Late stage Martial Apprentice Realm, at least level seven."

Another silence followed.

Then Wang Dalong's voice rang out again, filled with suppressed anger: "So what? You called to tell me you can't beat a high school student?"

"I didn't say we couldn't beat them." Ah Gui's tone remained calm, but his eyes turned cold. "There's no difference between a seventh-level Martial Apprentice and a fourth-level Martial Apprentice in my eyes. But if the information is wrong, you have to pay more."

"How much?"

"One million!"

"One million?" Wang Dalong sneered. "You think a high school student's brain is worth three million?!"

"I think the things on the target are worth this amount," Ah Gui said calmly.

A low, labored breath came from the other end of the phone, as if Wang Dalong was suppressing his anger.

A few seconds later, he spoke, his voice as cold as a knife: "Add another five hundred thousand. You have to get back everything Lin Yun owns. Not a single item is missing."

Ah Gui reiterated: "One million."

"Five hundred thousand," Wang Dalong said, enunciating each word clearly. "Don't try to bargain with me, Agui. If you don't want to do it, I can find someone else right now. Qingcheng doesn't need another one like you to take lives."

Ah Gui, neither humble nor arrogant, replied: "Just one million."

Wang Dalong remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "Fine! One million it is, but you absolutely mustn't mess it up!"

To eliminate the hidden danger and to give an explanation for his brother's disappearance, Lin Yun must die!

"nature."

Ah Gui's lips curled up slightly as he hung up the phone and stuffed the satellite phone back into his inner pocket.

He looked up, his gaze passing through a collapsed building and landing on a young figure carefully making his way through the ruins.

"Kid," he whispered, as if speaking to himself, yet also as if speaking to Lin Yun in the distance, "you're really worth something."

Then he crouched down, like a silent snake, and quietly followed.