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

When Wang Dalong saw Lin Yun's face, his pupils contracted sharply, his fake smile froze instantly, and he blurted out, "How could it be you!"

Lin Yun smiled faintly: "Surprised, aren't you?"

Wang Dalong took half a step back, his face full of disbelief.

He had imagined countless possibilities: Ah Gui running away with the money, Ah Gui dying unexpectedly, even his enemies impersonating Ah Gui to set a trap. But he never imagined that Lin Yun would be standing here.

In his view, an ordinary high school graduate, even with some luck, could never be a match for the professional killer, Ah Gui.

At most, it was Ah Gui's incompetence that allowed this kid to escape with his life.

Judging from Lin Yun's posture, it was not like he had escaped by chance at all; he had clearly killed Ah Gui and deliberately set a trap to lure him out.

impossible.

Wang Dalong shook his head frantically in his mind.

A month ago, this kid was only at the fourth level of Martial Apprentice. Even if he progressed quickly, he would only be at the seventh or eighth level of Martial Apprentice at most. How could he possibly defeat an experienced assassin?

"Playing tricks!" Wang Dalong forced a calm expression, gritting his teeth and shouting, "He dares to mess with me! He's got a death wish! Kill him!"

Upon hearing this, six security guards immediately rushed forward, brandishing their steel knives.

The cold light shone in the dimly lit factory, forming a net. Every move was aimed straight for vital points, ruthless and direct. If an ordinary martial arts apprentice encountered this, he would be torn to pieces in an instant.

But Lin Yun stood still, without even moving a step.

Just as the blade was about to strike, he suddenly turned to the side, his wide black cloak unfurling behind him like a black eagle folding its wings and swooping down.

He reached out with his left hand and precisely grabbed the wrist of the person in front, applying slight pressure with his knuckles.

"Snap!"

The crisp sound of bones cracking shattered the factory's silence, and the man let out a piercing scream as the steel knife immediately slipped from his hand.

Lin Yun snatched the blade, flicked it back, and the broad back of the blade slammed heavily into the man's chest, sending him flying. The man crashed into a mountain of discarded sugar bags behind him, raising a cloud of grayish-white dust.

The whole process took less than a second.

The remaining five people froze in unison, their grips on their knives tightening.

Before they could adjust their formation, Lin Yun had already charged in with his knife.

His movements were unpredictable and swift, weaving freely through the narrow gaps between the flashing blades. The steel blade in his hand was no longer a heavy weapon, but rather like a willow leaf, light yet carrying immense power.

"Bang!"

"Clang!"

Muffled thuds, the sound of weapons hitting the ground, and screams echoed one after another in the empty factory.

In just a few breaths, all five security guards were lying on the ground. Some had their arms dislocated and twisted, while others had their leg bones broken. They were all curled up and groaning in pain, clutching their injuries. None of them could withstand two moves from Lin Yun.

The ground was a mess, filled with dust.

Lin Yun casually tossed the steel knife in his hand, the blade striking the cement ground with a crisp echo.

Throughout the entire process, his breathing remained perfectly steady.

Jiang Peng's face was extremely grim.

He had long expected that Lin Yun must have some skill to have survived Ah Gui's attack, but he never imagined that this young man in his early twenties would be so powerful.

The six martial arts masters, who were in the later stages of their apprenticeship, were not even worthy of warming him up.

"Good lad, it seems I, Jiang, misjudged you."

Jiang Peng gave a deep shout and drew his standard military knife from his waist. The blade gleamed coldly in the moonlight that streamed in.

He stood with his feet apart in a horse stance, his muscles tense, releasing all the fierceness he had accumulated over the years in the military, making even the surrounding air seem a bit heavier.

"We're both at the peak of Martial Apprentice level, I'd like to see just how much trouble you, a junior, can cause!"

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Peng stomped his foot hard on the ground, leaving two shallow marks on the thick cement floor.

He gripped the knife with both hands and slashed downwards, the powerful gust of wind carrying a sharp whistle heading straight for Lin Yun's head.

This is the city defense army's killer move: the mountain-splitting knife!

He believed in overwhelming force with sheer power, and was most adept at breaking through defenses head-on. Countless desperate criminals had perished under his blade.

Lin Yun's eyes narrowed slightly. Without dodging or avoiding, he clenched his right fist and smashed it towards the gleaming blade.

"court death!"

A ruthless glint flashed in Jiang Peng's eyes.

He could tell that Lin Yun was using the Vajra Fist, but this was only a basic low-level Yellow Rank martial art. In addition, Lin Yun's gauntlets were only mid-level first-rank combat weapons. How could the two combined be enough to contend with him?

But the next second, his expression completely changed.

"clang!"

A deafening clang of metal rang out, so loud it hurt people's eardrums and even made the nearby glass windows vibrate.

Jiang Peng felt an immense force surge through the blade, causing his hands to split open instantly, blood dripping down the hilt.

The military knife nearly slipped from his hand, and he staggered back three steps, each step leaving deep footprints on the ground, before he could barely regain his balance.

He looked up at Lin Yun, his eyes filled with disbelief.

There was only a faint white mark on the opponent's gauntlet, not even enough to break through the defense.

"How is this possible?!" Jiang Peng exclaimed in shock, his voice trembling. "You were clearly also a peak Martial Apprentice!"

Lin Yun glanced at him indifferently, her tone calm and undisturbed.

Even among the peak martial apprentices, there is a gap.

Just then, a cacophony of shouts and cries of battle suddenly erupted outside the factory, mixed with the clashing of weapons and piercing screams. The curses of the Black Tiger Gang could also be faintly heard, growing clearer and clearer as they approached.

Wang Dalong had already retreated to the side of the machine tool in fright, his back pressed tightly against the cold, rusty iron sheet.

Hearing the commotion outside, he was initially delighted, thinking that Sun Biao had led his men in to provide backup. However, after listening for a few seconds, he realized that the sound was wrong. There was no shouting from Sun Biao inside; instead, it was all unfamiliar cursing.

"Sun Biao! Sun Biao!"

He shouted twice, but there was no response from outside; only the sounds of fighting grew more intense.

Wang Dalong's heart sank to the bottom.

Could it be... that something happened to the support personnel on the perimeter as well?

This is impossible!

Sun Biao led seven or eight people, all of whom were skilled martial arts apprentices. How could they have been dealt with so quickly?

"You...you also had men lying in ambush?!" Wang Dalong looked at Lin Yun, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

He finally started to get scared.

The people inside the arena were no match for him, and the support on the perimeter had also stopped moving. He was now trapped like a turtle in a jar, isolated and helpless.

Lin Yun ignored him and slowly walked towards Jiang Peng.

Jiang Peng gritted his teeth, gripped the military knife tightly in his hand, and blood dripped from his tiger's mouth onto the ground.

He knew he was no match for them, but he was the captain of the Wang family's security team. He had received a high salary from the Wang family, so he had to protect the young master.

He retired today, and not only did he lose his job, he also lost his foothold in Qingcheng.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

Jiang Peng roared and charged forward again, his sword strikes wild and chaotic, a suicidal attack.

Lin Yun raised an eyebrow, dodged the blade, and his left hand shot out with lightning speed, precisely grabbing Jiang Peng's throat.

With a slight exertion, Jiang Peng's face instantly turned red, his feet left the ground, and he was lifted up.

He gripped Lin Yun's arm with all his might, his nails digging into his flesh, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree; he couldn't budge him an inch.

"As fellow city defense soldiers, your skills are far inferior to those of one of my friends."

Lin Yun spoke calmly, and gently twisted his wrist.

"Click."

A crisp sound of a neck bone breaking rang out.

Jiang Peng's body went limp instantly, his eyes glazed over, and he fell heavily to the ground, completely lifeless.

After dealing with Jiang Peng, Lin Yun turned to look at Wang Dalong.

Wang Dalong was so frightened that his legs went weak, and he slid down the machine tool and sat on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

He looked at his men lying haphazardly on the ground, and at Jiang Peng, who lay dead with his eyes wide open. A chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and even his teeth were chattering.

"Lin Yun...no, Brother Lin!" Wang Dalong began to beg for mercy incoherently. His previous arrogance had vanished completely, leaving only fear and fawning on his face. "Everything before was a misunderstanding! It was all Ah Gui's doing! I'll give you money, as much as you want! You can use the Wang family's resources as you please, please spare my life!"

Lin Yun slowly walked up to him, looking down at him with an extremely cold gaze.

"A misunderstanding? When you hired someone to ambush and kill me, didn't you ever consider that it might be a misunderstanding?"

Wang Dalong was terrified and screamed, "You can't kill me! My third uncle is almost here! He's a Martial Master! If you kill me, you won't escape!"

Mentioning his martial arts master, a glimmer of hope rekindled on his face, and his tone hardened.

"Let me go now, and I'll make him spare your life!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Yun paused slightly.

Martial Master Realm.

His current strength is more than enough to deal with peak Martial Apprentices, but he has no chance of winning against Martial Masters who have truly stepped into the threshold of the extraordinary.

Just then, the factory gate was suddenly kicked open with a loud bang.

Several figures filed in, led by Gray, followed by a group of Black Tiger Gang underlings.

Each of them carried a steel pipe and a machete, their bodies stained with blood, and their faces showing excitement.

Among them stood a muscular man with a calm expression, carrying a large sword.

"Young Master Lin! The scum on the perimeter has been dealt with!"

Grey Brother, all smiles, ran over quickly, his tone full of self-satisfaction.

"That guy named Sun Biao tried to escape, but I cut him down with one stroke. The rest of his henchmen were all killed; not one of them got away!"

Wang Dalong's hope froze instantly, his face turning ashen. Could it be that he would never see his third uncle again?

Before Lin Yun could speak, a deafening roar suddenly came from the distant night sky.

"Who dares to touch anyone from the Wang family?!"

The sound was like a thunderclap, clearly audible from miles away, causing rust to fall from the factory roof.

A powerful and heavy aura was rapidly approaching the abandoned sugar factory.

Lin Yun's eyes narrowed.

The Wang family martial arts instructors have arrived.