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

The entire training ground fell silent.

The wind swept fallen leaves past the edge of the arena, and even the sound of the light screen of the distant trial tower flowing seemed to be clearly heard.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the slender, upright figure on the stage, unable to believe their eyes.

Lin Yun won.

A Martial Apprentice at the seventh level, a dark horse from a small county town in the C-level sequence, actually defeated Long Ye, the prodigy of Class A4, in the first monthly exam.

Moreover, it wasn't through opportunism; it was a genuine dismantling of the Earth-rank spear technique, using a blade to break the spear, and placing the blade against the opponent's throat.

Longye looked down at the blade tip that was inches away, and the icy touch spread up his skin.

He was silent for two seconds, then suddenly gave a bitter laugh.

"You win."

His voice was a little hoarse, but there was no hysteria in it; instead, it conveyed a sense of relief.

"I was short-sighted, like a frog in a well. Perhaps... you really can take that step to the ultimate Foundation Establishment stage."

These words were like a bomb going off, causing an uproar throughout the room.

"Limited Foundation Establishment? Lin Yun actually wants to achieve Limited Foundation Establishment?"

"Are you crazy?! In the hundred years since the founding of Imperial Martial Academy, less than one student has ever reached the Limitless Foundation Establishment stage each year!"

"Among this year's freshmen, only Chen Xuan has achieved this. He's the top of the Eighteen Talents of the Capital! What makes him so special?"

The discussion swept across the entire training ground like a tidal wave, and everyone's face was filled with shock.

Everyone knows what the ultimate foundation building means. It is the highest starting point on the path of martial arts, requiring massive resources, exceptional talent, and the courage to face death and be reborn.

If one wants to rebuild one's foundation at the limit by dispersing one's cultivation, it's not something that can be accomplished in just one or two attempts!

One wrong move and your future is ruined!

Even a ruthless person like Long Ye, who has tempered his bones nine times, only aims for perfect foundation building.

Longye seemed not to hear the discussion below the stage. He moved his right elbow and felt a slight soreness in the joint.

He looked up at Lin Yun, his tone much more serious: "How long have you been practicing your swordsmanship?"

"One month."

Lin Yun sheathed his sword, his tone calm.

Longye was taken aback for a moment upon hearing this, then shook his head and smiled, without asking any further questions.

To master a low-level sword technique to this extent in just one month, and to be able to accurately find his weaknesses, demonstrates a level of comprehension and combat instinct that cannot be simply described as genius.

He turned and walked off the stage, his steps steady, showing no sign of a loser's embarrassment.

After taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and spoke without turning his head.

"I'll challenge you again next month during the monthly exam. By then, I'll have completed my tenth bone tempering and become a martial arts master. I hope you don't progress too slowly."

"Okay, I'll wait."

Lin Yun responded with a faint "yes".

Longye leaped off the stage and walked straight to the front of the B-rank sequence.

According to the rules, failing a challenge results in a drop in rank, and he was demoted from Class A4 to the top of the B-rank sequence.

None of the students from Class B dared to laugh at him; instead, they all subconsciously held their breath, not daring to even breathe loudly.

At this point, the audience erupted in chaos.

"Brother Yun is awesome!!"

Qian Hao was the first to rush out, roaring so loudly his voice cracked.

Zhao Qiang, Sun Feng, Zhou Kai, and Wu Bin followed closely behind, their faces filled with uncontrollable elation. They rushed to the edge of the ring, looked up at Lin Yun, and their eyes were full of admiration.

Gu Xiaoman also squeezed out from the crowd of Class D. Her bruises on her face had not yet faded, but she smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed into slits. She waved her arms and shouted at Lin Yun, her voice trembling.

The entire C-level and D-level area was in an uproar, with discussions surging like waves.

"Defeating an A-level prodigy two levels above you! That's incredible!"

"Is this even human?"

"From now on, if anyone says Lin Yun relies on women to show off, I'll be the first to disagree! With this kind of strength, he can't walk around like a madman anywhere!"

There was a deathly silence over Class A4; everyone had their heads down and no one spoke.

The shock of seeing their invincible Brother Long lose to someone from Class C was immense.

Jiang Yu's face was pale, and his hands and feet were cold.

He swallowed hard, feeling only lingering fear.

He had repeatedly caused trouble for Lin Yun back then, but now that I think about it, he was really overestimating himself.

Long Feng stood at the back of Class B1, the gauze on his face still on.

He kept his head down, his eyes filled with resentment and deep fear, not even having the courage to look up at the arena.

Even his cousin lost; he'll probably never get revenge for that.

On the platform, Shen Tieshan walked to the edge of the ring, his gaze falling on Lin Yun with undisguised admiration.

"Lin Yun from Class C1 has successfully completed the challenge and is now promoted to Class A4."

His voice was loud and clear, reaching the entire venue.

He sensed the aura emanating from Lin Yun, which was far more refined than those of others of the same level, and murmured, "He's rebuilt his foundation after dispersing his cultivation... Could it be that he's practicing some kind of cultivation method?"

No one heard him, and Shen Tieshan didn't say anything more. He just gave Lin Yun a deep look before retreating back to the podium.

Just then, a beautiful figure stepped out from the A1 class line.

Su Nianhe stood tall and straight, her long hair tied back, her cool and aloof eyes carrying a hint of sharpness.

She walked straight to the front of the ring, looked up at the podium, and spoke in a clear, melodious voice that resonated throughout the entire arena.

"Su Nianhe from Class A1 requests to challenge Ling Han from Class S."

As soon as he finished speaking, the previously noisy training ground fell silent again, only to erupt into an even louder murmur of discussion.

"Did I hear that right? Challenging someone from Class S?"

"Ling Han is a strong student in the middle of Class S, with a cultivation level of Martial Master Level 2! Su Nianhe is incredibly bold!"

"What day is it today? Why are they all acting so crazy?"

All eyes were on Su Nianhe, filled with a mixture of surprise, confusion, and curiosity.

In the S class line, Ling Han frowned slightly.

He was tall and slender, with a cold and aloof demeanor, and was a well-known scion of a prominent family in the capital.

He looked up at Su Nianhe below the stage and said calmly, "Su Nianhe, are you sure you want to challenge me?"

"Sure."

Su Nianhe spoke calmly, without the slightest hesitation.

Shen Tieshan glanced at the two of them and confirmed in a deep voice, "Su Nianhe from Class A1 is challenging Ling Han from Class S. Is this confirmed?"

"confirm."

"confirm."

"Let's begin then."

Shen Tieshan raised his hand and brought it down.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Han unleashed a powerful surge of qi and blood, spreading his aura as a second-level Martial Master without reservation, making the air seem to freeze slightly.

He lightly touched the ground with his feet, his figure flashing out like lightning. The long sword in his hand was drawn, bringing with it a chilling glint, and it pierced straight for Su Nianhe's heart.

The swordplay was sharp and fierce, carrying an indomitable spirit; it was clearly a family-inherited sword technique honed over many years.

The audience held their breath, many feeling that Su Nianhe might not be able to withstand the sword strike.

But just as the sword was about to strike, Su Nianhe moved.

Her blood and qi suddenly erupted, her family's secret technique was unleashed, and her martial arts master cultivation level suddenly dissipated.

"Martial Arts Master!"

"Su Nianhe is a martial arts master!"

"When did she break through to the Martial Master realm? Could it be that she was deliberately suppressing it all along?!"

The entire audience erupted in uproar.