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

"What is there to be afraid of!"

Jiang Yu immediately agreed. He had suffered two setbacks at Lin Yun's hands and was looking for a chance to get revenge.

After a moment's thought, Teacher Meng nodded: "Practical textbooks should be used to train through real combat. It would be good to have a competition."

Remember, you are not allowed to use your inner energy or blood; only rely on your techniques and skills, and stop when you've made your move.

Seeing that Teacher Meng had agreed, Jiang Yu couldn't help but rub his hands together and looked at Lin Yun, saying, "I've been wanting to see for a long time how much of your level nine combat rating is just hype."

A hint of a smile flashed in Lin Yun's eyes.

"Aren't you afraid of losing to me?"

"How could I, the dignified third young master of the Jiang family, lose to a poor wretch from a county town like you?" Jiang Yu said with an arrogant expression.

"What if we lose?" Lin Yun asked.

Jiang Yu squinted and said, "If I lose, I'll give you the martial arts techniques I've cultivated. But if you lose, you have to return the one million you swindled from me last time!"

In Jiang Yu's opinion, Lin Yun's one million was probably not much left. If he wanted to repay it, it would take him several years of hard work.

Lin Yun became interested.

Having more skills is never a bad thing. If you could also master a low-level martial art, that would be even better.

It costs around three million to buy things.

"Can."

Lin Yun nodded.

The two walked to the center of the training ground and stood facing each other.

Students from several nearby classes, who were already engaged in their own practical training, became interested when they saw that there were people from the C-level sequence about to have a competition, and they all gathered around.

The mentors didn't stop them; they just stood in front of their own teams and watched.

For lower-level martial artists, observing a fight between peers, especially a battle between two students with high combat ratings, is a great learning opportunity.

Jiang Yu flexed his wrist, and his knuckles cracked.

He stared at Lin Yun, his face full of a confident smile.

"Lin Yun, I advise you to admit defeat now while you still can. If I lose control and hurt you later, that won't look good."

Lin Yun didn't speak, but simply assumed the starting stance of the Vajra Fist.

"act recklessly."

Jiang Yu snorted coldly, pushed off with his feet, and pounced forward.

The right fist, gathering power into a sharp point, aimed straight at Lin Yun's face; this was the opening stance of the Breaking Fist, the Breaking Edge Stance.

The fist's power is concentrated but not released, specifically designed to break through frontal defenses, carrying an overwhelming sense of pressure.

Lin Yun calmly shifted his feet to the left, just avoiding the punch.

He blocked with his left arm, gently deflecting the opponent's punch, while simultaneously clenching his right fist and striking Jiang Yu's vulnerable ribs.

This punch was fast and accurate, exactly the most basic punch in Vajra Fist, but the timing was perfect.

Jiang Yu's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly withdrew his fist to defend, but he was a beat too slow.

Lin Yun's fist grazed his ribs. Although he didn't use his internal energy, the force was still considerable, making half of his body go numb.

In a single move, Jiang Yu was at a disadvantage.

The students watching immediately erupted in uproar.

"How is this possible? Jiang Yu's Breaking Fist was actually blocked?"

"That's a low-level Earth-rank martial skill! How come it's being overwhelmed by a low-level Yellow-rank Vajra Fist?"

Jiang Yu was both surprised and furious. He thought he could defeat Lin Yun in no time by relying on his superior martial arts skills, but he didn't expect to suffer a small loss as soon as they started fighting.

He gritted his teeth, his moves suddenly changed, and he unleashed a barrage of punches, creating a series of shadowy punches—the Triple Breaking Fist combo.

The fist force layered upon layer, with three layers of power erupting in succession. The exquisite nature of the Earth-rank martial art was fully displayed, blocking Lin Yun's escape routes on both sides. It was most adept at dismantling the opponent's defensive stance.

But Lin Yun's footwork remained perfectly steady, his figure as graceful as a willow catkin in the wind, weaving and shifting amidst the dense barrage of punches.

Jiang Yu's punches looked fierce, but they couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

Not only that, every time Lin Yun dodged, he would throw a punch in the same direction as the punch.

The punches were simple and unadorned, consisting entirely of the simplest straight punches, thrust punches, and smash punches from the Vajra Fist. Yet, each punch precisely struck the flaws in Jiang Yu's moves, forcing him to frequently change his tactics to defend, disrupting the rhythm of his combos.

After only a dozen or so moves, Jiang Yu was already sweating profusely and his breathing was erratic.

The more he fought, the more alarmed he became, feeling as if Lin Yun had seen through every move he made.

Even though the opponent was only using the most rudimentary Vajra Fist, it was perfectly integrated in both offense and defense, leaving no room for error, and thus forcing him to be restrained at every turn.

"drink!"

Jiang Yu panicked and suddenly shouted, throwing out both fists at once, intending to force Lin Yun to take a hit even if it meant revealing an opening.

But Lin Yun didn't fight him head-on at all. He slipped and circled around to Jiang Yu's side, then punched Jiang Yu in the back with his right fist.

"stop."

Meng Chuan's voice rang out at just the right moment.

Jiang Yu froze, remaining in his punching stance, his face alternating between red and white.

He could clearly feel the weight of the fist on his back; in a life-or-death struggle, that punch would be enough to break his spine.

He lost.

We lost completely.

The surrounding area was completely silent, and the students watching were dumbfounded.

No one expected that Jiang Yu, who had a superior martial arts skill level and a higher social standing, would be completely defeated by Lin Yun using the most basic fist techniques in a pure skill-based contest.

Lin Yun withdrew his fist, his expression calm: "Thank you for the concession."

Jiang Yu turned around abruptly, his face extremely pale, staring intently at Lin Yun, his lips trembling as he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

He wanted to deny it, but with so many eyes watching, including his mentor, if he dared to renege, he would be completely ashamed to face anyone at the Imperial Martial Arts Academy.

Meng Chuan stepped forward, glanced at Lin Yun with a hint of approval in his eyes, and then turned to Jiang Yu: "In the contest of moves, Lin Yun wins."

Jiang Yu, you lost because you relied too much on martial arts skills and neglected the most basic timing control and rhythm changes.

A high level of martial arts skill is an advantage, but it's not a reason to win. The essence of the Breaking Force Fist lies in concentrating energy into a single point; the energy must be ground down at the tip of the fist, not floating on the surface. You've only learned the form; you haven't grasped the true essence of this martial art.

He paused, then added.

"It's true that the Vajra Fist is of low grade, but if the user is strong enough, it can still defeat high-level martial arts."

Today's event should remind you all of this: Strength doesn't come from external things, it comes from people.

Jiang Yu's face turned bright red, and he clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his palms.

He glared at Lin Yun, pulled a manual from his bag, and threw it at him.

"A bet's a bet, here you go!"

Lin Yun accepted the martial arts technique, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Young Master Jiang, you're giving me money and cultivation techniques at the same time. You're truly a benefactor to me, Lin Yun."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yu was so angry he almost spat out blood.

However, he couldn't threaten Lin Yun in front of his mentor, so he could only keep this grudge to himself.

Sooner or later you'll have to vomit it all out!