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

Hunter's Guild Hall.

Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long strips of light and shadow on the light gray floor tiles.

There weren't many people in the hall. The sounds of people calling numbers, turning over papers, and the faint smell of disinfectant from the specimens of exotic animals created a sense of orderly busyness.

Lin Yun sat on a plastic chair by the window, filling out the assessment application form with his head down.

The pen tip glided across the paper, the handwriting neat and crisp. When he reached the "Hunting Experience" column, he paused, then casually wrote "Three months in the occupied area, killed seventy-two Tier 1 alien beasts" before continuing to fill in the rest.

The automatic door at the entrance slid open with a "ding," and two young men and women in their early twenties walked in.

The man was tall and thin, wearing a flashy silver shiny jacket with the collar open, and a bronze hunter's license hanging around his neck. He walked with a slight sway of his shoulders, exuding a swagger.

The woman was half a head shorter than him, with her hair tied in a high ponytail. Her well-fitting black outfit accentuated her muscular arms, and her steady gait suggested she was a seasoned martial artist.

She walked quickly, clearly trying to shake off the person behind her, but the man followed closely.

"I told you I don't need you to come with me, I can take the test myself."

The girl didn't turn her head, her tone tinged with impatience.

"I didn't follow you on purpose. I just happened to be at the association to take care of some business." The boy smiled and took a half step forward. "We're going the same way anyway, let's go together, so you don't get lost."

The girl rolled her eyes, her gaze sweeping over the empty seats in the waiting area before finally settling on Lin Yun, pausing for a second.

Without hesitation, she walked straight over, sat down in the seat next to Lin Yun, turned to the side, waved to the boy, and spoke crisply.

"Go sit over there, don't sit next to me."

The boy's smile froze for a moment. He glanced at Lin Yun with a hint of annoyance in his eyes, but didn't argue. He sullenly sat down on another chair in the opposite row.

The girl straightened her posture and turned her head to look at Lin Yun twice.

Seeing his youthful appearance and the application forms spread out on the table, I asked him out of curiosity.

"Are you here to take a license exam too? You look quite young, a freshman in college?"

Lin Yun looked up, his gaze lingering on her face for a second, before giving a faint reply: "Mm."

"That's quite an idea." The girl smiled and extended her hand generously. "My name is Song Yu, from Yunshan Martial Arts School."

"Lin Yun".

Lin Yun reached out and lightly shook her hand, their fingertips touching before he withdrew it, showing great politeness and propriety.

Upon seeing this, Chen Hao, who was on the other side, immediately stood up and leaned over, his tone already tinged with sourness.

"Oh, you're already chatting? They're just freshmen trying out the system, don't keep them from filling out the form."

Song Yu frowned, turned and glared at him: "Why are you so talkative? What's it to you?"

I'm just stating the facts.

Chen Hao spread his hands, his gaze sweeping over Lin Yun with a hint of condescension and casualness.

"Nine out of ten people who come to take the license exam at this age won't even pass the written test. Let me tell you, as someone who's taken it, there are a lot of tricks to it; it's not something just anyone can do..."

"Chen Hao, shut up."

Song Yu interrupted him directly, turned to look at Lin Yun, and softened her tone considerably.

"Don't listen to his nonsense. It's already amazing that you dared to take the exam at your age. So what if you don't pass? I support you."

Hearing this, Chen Hao became even more excited, chuckled, crossed his arms, and raised his chin.

"Still support him? I doubt he can even pass the lowest level F license test."

"What if I pass the exam?"

Song Yu lost her temper and immediately retorted.

"Pshaw, if he passes the exam, I promise I'll never bother you again, okay?"

Chen Hao looked unconvinced.

Song Yu's eyes lit up: "Are you serious?"

"I keep my word." Chen Hao raised his chin even higher, then added, "If he's not good enough, you have to give me a chance, is that fair?"

"Okay, deal."

Song Yu agreed without hesitation. Anyway, she couldn't get rid of Chen Hao, who was like a leech, so she might as well take a gamble.

She turned her head, took out her phone from her pocket, waved it at Lin Yun, and smiled.

"Little brother, did you hear that? Do your best on the test. If you do well, I'll reward you with 20,000 yuan. Or... you can have any other reward you want."

The last sentence was said with a playful tone, clearly meant to annoy Chen Hao.

Lin Yun was somewhat helpless in the face of this sudden situation. He didn't reply, but instead put the completed form into a folder and stood up.

"It's my turn to take the exam."

After saying that, he quickly walked towards the written test area, his steps hurried, as if he wanted to get away from this awkward situation as soon as possible.

Chen Hao called out to Song Yu from behind, "Look at him, he's definitely not confident and he's feeling guilty."

Song Yu ignored him and stared at Lin Yun's back, though she wasn't really sure herself.

There's no harm in trying.

Lin Yun, on the other hand, didn't seem to be under much pressure.

The written exam was conducted in individual cubicles, with one hundred multiple-choice and true/false questions randomly selected from the screen, covering three main categories: identification of exotic animals, wilderness regulations, and emergency medical treatment.

What might be obscure knowledge to others are practical life-or-death experiences for Lin Yun.

He tapped his fingers rapidly and finished answering the questions in less than ten minutes.

The score immediately appeared on the screen: 90 points.

The proctor looked up at him, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, then nodded, signaling him to register in the practical area.

The practical testing area is located in the association's backyard, surrounded by a heavy alloy fence, and divided into several independent hunting grounds.

The examiner in charge of registration glanced at Lin Yun's written test score, then looked at his age, and made a recommendation as usual.

"For the first assessment, I recommend choosing the corresponding F-level beast, the early stage of Tier 1 Blacktooth Beast. It has moderate difficulty and a high pass rate."

"Need not."

Lin Yun shook his head, his tone calm.

"I am applying for a Tier 1 Peak Beast."

The examiner paused, then looked him over again. The boy before him looked no more than eighteen or nineteen years old; how dare he directly attempt the peak of the first tier?

He didn't try to persuade him further, since the rules already included an option to choose the difficulty level; he simply gave a quiet reminder.

"You are responsible for the risks of choosing your own difficulty level. If you encounter any danger, press the SOS button immediately and we will terminate the assessment."

"clear."

The examiner nodded, checked the option in the system, and led him toward Hunting Ground No. 3.

The hunting grounds are densely vegetated, simulating the environment of the edge of the wilderness.

A silver-armored wolf at the peak of the first tier was released. It was robust, with fur that gleamed with a silver-gray metallic sheen, exposed fangs, and a low growl emanating from its throat, exuding ferocity.

The silver-armored wolf had a keen sense of smell and locked onto Lin Yun as soon as it landed. It pushed off the ground with all four limbs and pounced on him with a whooshing sound.

Lin Yun stood still until the wolf claws were right in front of him, then he turned slightly to the side and gripped the hilt of the Bloodfang Blade on his back with his other hand.

Clang!

A clear, resonant sound rang out, and a dark red blade flashed like a streak of lightning.

It was so fast that the trajectory was almost invisible.

The silver-armored wolf's lunging body suddenly froze, and it crashed heavily to the ground. Blood seeped from a clean cut on its neck, and its limbs twitched twice before it went still.

From drawing the sword to sheathing it, the entire process took less than ten seconds.