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

Lin Yun walked deeper into the ruins, stepping on rubble and broken glass, his steps much more steady than when he first came in.

The blood of the Claw Rat on the Po Jun gauntlets had dried and formed a dark red hard shell.

He took it off, shook off the debris, put it back on, and with a slight exertion of force, the alloy scales fit snugly against his hand. The heavy force traveled up his finger bones, making him feel much more at ease.

However, a faint chill always lingered on my spine, as if a gaze was fixed on my back at a distance that was neither too close nor too far, but disappeared without a trace when I tried to sense it carefully.

His brother had taught him that intuition in occupied territories never arises without reason.

He didn't dare to be careless. He used his lightest movement technique, deliberately choosing to walk in the shadows of the ruins. His ears were always perked up, alert to the movements of the ruins on both sides and behind him.

Two hundred meters behind, there is a three-story building.

Ah Gui was still looking through the binoculars.

He discovered that Lin Yun's cultivation level was not only higher than what was shown in the intelligence, but his vigilance was also unmatched by ordinary people his age. He not only deliberately chose to go to places with complex terrain, but also looked back from time to time, making it difficult to find an angle that could kill him instantly.

Not urgent.

Ah Gui's lips curled into a sinister smile.

The occupied area is so large, he has plenty of time to waste.

The moment this kid encounters a troublesome beast and reveals a weakness will be the time for him to make his move.

Ah Gui, carrying his crossbow, changed positions and followed behind at a leisurely pace, like a lone wolf patiently hunting.

Lin Yun's side.

After walking for about twenty minutes, the sounds of strange beasts around them became less and less frequent, and even the chirping of insects could not be heard.

The wind stopped, and the air was hot and humid, mixed with a strong smell of decay and mold. The inner armor of the Spirit Rhinoceros absorbed the sweat and clung to the back, feeling sticky.

Lin Yun slowed his pace.

In District 33, not seeing any living creatures for a long time is never a good thing. Either the area has been cleared out by the military, or a stronger alien beast has taken over the territory and driven away the lower-level creatures.

He prefers the latter.

Suddenly, a crisp cracking sound came from beneath my feet.

Looking down, there was a section of the leg bone of a strange beast, gnawed cleanly. The cut was smooth as if it had been sliced, and the edges were marked with fine teeth marks. It was clear that it had been bitten off by something with extremely strong biting force.

There wasn't a trace of flesh or blood left on the bones; even the marrow had been sucked clean, and it looked quite old.

Lin Yun looked up and glanced ahead. A collapsed residential area was piled up like a mountain of rubble, with gray-green mold stains covering the broken walls, and the smell of decay was wafting from there.

He ducked around a deformed security door with a huge dent in the door panel and the metal edges torn and rolled up, as if it had been smashed through by some heavy object. Lin Yun slipped into an open space.

The next second, his gaze froze.

A dark green beast lay on a pile of broken bricks in the center of the open space.

Its shell faced upwards, remaining perfectly still, and from a distance it looked like a bluish-gray rock with legs.

The carapace is raised with ridges, gleaming with a cold, oily sheen, like armor that has been quenched.

Six thick legs gripped the ground, and its two chelipeds at the front were as thick as an adult's forearm, making a grating metallic scraping sound as they opened and closed. Its head was tucked under its carapace, with only two slender tentacles constantly waving as it probed the scents in the air.

Ironclad Turtle, mid-stage Tier 1.

Lin Yun had suffered from it in the virtual combat pod. This thing was essentially a mutated insect. Its carapace was hard enough to withstand a full-force attack from a seventh-level Martial Apprentice without being damaged. Its chelicerae were extremely fast and could snap steel bars if caught in their grip.

He didn't approach rashly, but kept a distance of five meters and circled around for a short while.

The armored turtle's whiskers rotated in sync with his direction, but its body remained motionless, and its head tucked even deeper into its shell.

As someone capable of scaring away even low-level beasts in the vicinity, this is naturally not a sign of fear.

On the contrary, the Ironhide was gathering its strength.

Lin Yun knew that this thing had strong explosive power but poor endurance. It was best at lying in wait and ambushing its prey, launching it suddenly when it entered its range and killing it with a single claw.

He bent down, picked up half a brick, weighed it in his hand, and smashed it with all his might into the center of its carapace.

Snapped!

The brick shattered instantly, but not a single white mark was left on the shell.

The armored tortoise remained motionless, not even its whiskers twitching.

The defenses are indeed as outrageous as described in the data.

Lin Yun did not throw a second piece.

The second reason this creature is called a ghost is because it is extremely patient; it is almost impossible to provoke it from a distance and force it to reveal a weakness.

Thinking of this, Lin Yun moved lightly, deliberately walking to the front side of the armored tortoise, standing at the edge of its pincers' range.

The next second, he took a half step forward, making a feint as if he was about to charge.

hum!

As expected, the armored turtle reacted immediately when faced with humans approaching.

Its whiskers snapped straight instantly, its six legs arched abruptly, its entire body resembled a fully drawn bowstring, and its chelicerae opened to their maximum extent, revealing the sharp, serrated edges on their inner sides, as if it were poised to pounce.

Snapped!

Almost in the blink of an eye, a sonic boom rang out, and the armored turtle's chelicerae suddenly shot out.

Unfortunately, Lin Yun's attack was just a feint. He quickly retreated to a safe distance.

In that brief moment of probing, Lin Yun had already devised a way to kill the Ironclad Turtle.

The joints of the Ironhide Turtle's six legs are the thinnest parts of its exoskeleton and also the blind spots where the entire suit of armor connects.

An ordinary martial artist might not dare to get so close to find this opening, since they could easily be caught by the claws if they are not careful.

But he has the Windwalking Step, which makes him fast enough.

The armored tortoise realized it had been tricked, its whiskers thrashed wildly, its small eyes peeked out from under its shell, staring intently at Lin Yun, and hissing angrily.

Before it could lie dormant again, Lin Yun made its move.

He activated the Wind Step to its fullest extent, his figure moving like a gentle breeze as he darted straight toward the left side of the Ironclad Turtle.

The armored turtle reacted extremely quickly, its six legs slamming into the ground, its massive body suddenly launching forward, its chelicerae snarling as they clamped down hard on Lin Yun's waist.

A strong gust of wind swept past the corner of his clothes. Lin Yun slid to the side and barely dodged it, his fingertips almost touching the cold serrations on the pincers.

Just as the armored turtle missed its target and its old strength was exhausted while new strength had not yet been generated, Lin Yun twisted his waist and lowered his shoulders, his right fist carrying the fierce power of the Vajra Fist, and accurately struck the joint gap of its first left leg.

Click!

A crisp sound was accompanied by a splash of dark green bodily fluid.

The alloy scales of the Po Jun gauntlet fit perfectly into the joint gap, and the force of the punch, nearly nine thousand kilograms, exploded along the structure, directly shredding the soft tissue and exoskeleton inside.

The leg snapped back instantly, and the massive body of the Ironclad Turtle lurched to one side, letting out a sharp screech.

The punch was effective, and Lin Yun didn't pause for a moment.

He moved with a swift, elusive gait, circling his opponent with the Wind Step, each time delivering a precise punch to the same spot on the knee joint.

The second punch, the third punch...

A series of clicking sounds rang out.

In just over ten seconds, he had smashed four of the six legs off.

The armored tortoise had completely lost its ability to move, lying on the ground futilely waving its remaining two pincers, its small eyes filled with ferocity, yet it couldn't even touch the hem of Lin Yun's clothes.

Lin Yun walked around to the side of its head, his gaze falling on the soft flesh at the edge of its carapace.

This is the only Achilles' heel of the armored tortoise, and also the only part of its body not covered by its shell.

At this moment, its whiskers were still flailing about frantically, having long lost their previous agility, like two loose threads tangled in the wind.

Lin Yun took a deep breath, channeling all his energy into his right fist. The scales of the Po Jun gauntlet glowed slightly red. He adopted the Vajra Fist stance, lowered his waist, and thrust his fist down hard at the thinnest part of his soft flesh!