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

Only by reaching the level of a martial arts master can one infuse their qi and blood into ordinary objects, allowing a soft, brittle plastic fork to pierce through flesh and bone, and even a thick tabletop.

He never expected that this seemingly slovenly man was actually a powerful martial arts master.

Everyone around gasped in shock, and no one dared to utter a sound; the hall fell silent instantly.

Blackie slowly pulled the fork out, shook off the blood droplets, then stuck it back into the instant noodle cup. He picked up a mouthful of noodles and ate it with relish.

"How about 180,000? This guy has been fighting tooth and nail in the occupied zone, it's not easy for him, don't be stingy."

"Yes, yes, yes! 180,000!"

The boss was in so much pain that he was covered in cold sweat, and he didn't dare to say a word of dissent.

With his uninjured hand, he shakily counted out a large pile of cash from the cash box and pushed it in front of Lin Yun, not even bothering to wipe the blood off the back of his hand.

Lin Yun reached out and put the money into his backpack. There were some bloodstains on the banknotes, but he didn't care.

He turned to look at Blackie and said, "Thank you, Blackie."

"You're too kind. He broke the rules first."

After finishing his sentence, Blackie was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something and added to Lin Yun, "Young man, don't always have such a tense face. Once we're in the stronghold, relax a bit. If you keep tense up, not only will your injuries heal slowly, but you might also damage your brain."

Lin Yun nodded, forcing a smile: "Thank you for the reminder."

He didn't want to be on edge all the time, but this was an occupied area, and he had just escaped death two days ago. How could he not be vigilant at all times?

However, what the black guy said also makes sense.

Now that we're inside the stronghold, if we keep worrying, we won't get enough rest, and it also shows a lack of trust in the stronghold's owner.

Blackie didn't say anything more, casually waved his hand, and turned to leave.

Lin Yun wandered around the first floor, using the money he had to buy dry food, medicine, and maps to prepare for the upcoming hunt.

Just as Boss Chen finished bandaging his hand, two hunters approached him with gloating expressions.

"Old Chen, you've really messed up this time, haven't you?"

Mr. Chen was still shaken: "Who exactly is that kid? How can he be so good at fighting at such a young age?"

The tall hunter said, "He was rescued from outside by Brother Hei. This kid not only survived Ah Gui's clutches, but he also killed Ah Gui."

"Ah Gui?" Boss Chen's face showed great surprise. "The one ranked third on the Qingcheng assassin list?"

The two hunters nodded.

Mr. Chen gasped.

Ah Gui is a notorious assassin in the underworld, and no fewer than five top martial arts apprentices have died at his hands. How could a boy who looks no more than eighteen or nineteen years old kill Ah Gui in return?

This is simply unbelievable!

So, when Blackie stabbed him with a fork, it wasn't a punishment, but rather a way to save him?

Thinking of this, Boss Chen walked towards Lin Yun with four of his men without any hesitation.

Boss Chen walked over quickly with three of his men. The men, who had just been beaten, all lowered their heads, completely losing their previous arrogance.

The bandage on the back of Boss Chen's hand still had faint red bloodstains seeping through it. He stopped steadily half a step in front of Lin Yun, his waist slightly bent, and a cautious smile on his face, completely different from his previous sharp and mean demeanor.

"Young man, I was blinded by greed and tried to lower your price. I even had my men offend you. I apologize to you."

As he spoke, he raised his hand in a gesture of humility, and his four subordinates beside him also bowed and scraped, repeatedly apologizing.

Lin Yun leaned against the shelf, looking at him calmly, without rushing to respond.

Most people who lived in the occupied territories were pragmatic and would often be arrogant at first but obsequious later.

He didn't intend to dwell on this trivial matter, but he also didn't intend to give them a friendly look easily.

Rules are established through discipline; being too lenient only makes people think you're easy to bully.

When Boss Chen saw that he didn't respond, he panicked even more and quickly took out a sealed brown medicine bottle from his pocket and handed it over with both hands.

"Young man, I know you're seriously injured. This is a top-tier first-level healing potion that I've been keeping hidden for over half a year. It's two to three times more potent than ordinary high-grade first-level potions. It works for both internal and external injuries. Take this and use it to help you recover. What happened earlier was entirely my fault. Consider this a small token of my apology. Please don't think it's too little."

The hunters watching the commotion around them all shifted their gazes. Healing potions were a form of hard currency in the occupied territories, and a top-tier Tier 1 healing potion, when converted to market value, was worth at least three or four hundred thousand.

Old Chen seems genuinely afraid, afraid that Lin Yun, that wicked star, might kill him when he's not paying attention.

Lin Yun glanced at the medicine bottle.

He has only recovered 60% of his injuries, but with this bottle of top-tier first-level potion, he should be fully recovered in the next day or two.

He didn't stand on ceremony and reached out to take the medicine bottle.

"Since Boss Chen says so, then I'll accept it. Let's call it even.

His tone was calm, without any harshness or feigned generosity.

Discuss the matter at hand, and be concise and efficient.

Mr. Chen breathed a huge sigh of relief, his heart finally settling back into his stomach.

He was afraid that the young man was hot-blooded and would hold a grudge, and then think about taking revenge on him later.

"Okay, okay!"

Boss Chen responded twice, his smile becoming more genuine, and then pressed on while the iron was hot.

"Young man, if you ever have any exotic beast materials to sell in the future, just come to me, Old Chen. Let me be frank with you, the price I offer at all the outposts in the entire 33rd district is absolutely the fairest, not much lower than the official purchasing points in the safe zone, and it saves you the trouble of running back and forth."

He's determined to climb this social ladder.

The young man who was able to defeat Ah Gui and even gain special attention from Brother Hei has a limitless future.

Even if you don't try to lower the price, you'll still make a profit if you can get on board with this company.

Lin Yun nodded after a moment's thought.

He will need to train in District 33 for a while longer; he can't keep running back to Qingcheng with materials every time.

Having a fixed and reliable purchasing point not only saves a lot of trouble, but also makes things safer.

"No problem."

"Hey, thanks for patronizing my business, young man!"

Mr. Chen was overjoyed and readily agreed.

"Then you go ahead with your work, I won't bother you any longer. If you need anything, just come to my stall anytime."

After saying that, he nodded respectfully and retreated quietly with his four subordinates.

On the morning of the third day, just as dawn was breaking, the first floor of the stronghold was still filled with the lingering smell of alcohol and the sound of snoring.

Lin Yun sat up silently and bent down to untie the bandages on his body.

The wounds on my abdomen and thighs have formed a thin, dark brown scab, and the edges are slightly itchy. The wounds, which were originally deep enough to expose the bone, are almost completely healed. Except for a pulling sensation when making large movements, my daily activities are no longer affected.

The effects of a top-tier first-level healing potion are indeed far superior to those of ordinary potions.

Without alerting anyone, he quietly put the bandages into his backpack and checked his equipment one by one.

The Po Jun boxing gloves fit his finger bones snugly, the short knife was tucked behind his waist, the satellite phone and cash were carefully stored away, and the remaining supplies were neatly stacked.

After confirming that everything was correct, he picked up his backpack and tiptoed out of the stronghold.

The ruins were damp with dew in the early morning, and the wind carried a chill.

Lin Yun didn't immediately venture deeper. He first circled the outpost twice to make sure there were no traces of anyone following him before entering a hidden, abandoned basement and closing the dilapidated iron door behind him.

With a thought, he brought up the system panel.

The panel clearly displays the current Qi and Blood: 76 points.

"Exchange for 12 points of Qi and Blood."

Without hesitation, Lin Yun directly redeemed the Qi and Blood Boost in the system shop.

The 120,000 Dragon Kingdom coins were deducted instantly, and a gentle yet powerful heat surged from all parts of the body, flowing slowly along the meridians and finally settling in the dantian.

[Qi and Blood: 88 points]

[Realm: 8th level of martial arts realm]

As the heat dissipated, Lin Yun clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking crisply.

His muscles were brimming with power, the soreness in his wounds had subsided considerably, and his punching power had increased by at least a thousand kilograms.

If he were to encounter the Ironclad Turtle again, he wouldn't even need to deliberately look for weaknesses in its joints; he could shake its massive body head-on.

Sensing the changes within his body, Lin Yun stopped exchanging items.

He didn't touch the remaining 110,000.

Only after experiencing Ah Gui's pursuit did he realize that there were too many variables in the occupied area, and that cultivation level was not omnipotent.

When faced with a life-or-death situation, a bottle of life-saving medicine is often more effective than a few drops of blood and energy.

A portion of the money must be set aside for emergencies; it cannot all be spent on high-end projects.

This was a lesson Ah Gui taught him with his life.