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

three days later.

In the quiet room, Lin Yun suddenly opened his eyes.

A crimson light burst forth from the depths of his eyes, enveloped in a seven-colored halo, gushing out as if it were a tangible substance.

His vital energy surged like a rainbow, thick and solid, expanding outwards in layers, creating visible waves of energy that swept up fragments of spiritual plants on the ground. The air in the entire quiet room was compressed, emitting a muffled hum.

After a few breaths, the rainbow light gradually subsided and shrank back into Lin Yun's body.

He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, stood up, and his joints made a series of crisp, light cracking sounds.

The flow of Qi and blood within the body is like a surging river, thick and solid, with each meridian seemingly flowing with molten iron.

Lin Yun clenched his fist, feeling the power within his body that had undergone a qualitative change, and a confident smile appeared on his lips.

Martial Master Realm, achieved!

……

The training ground was already packed with people early in the morning.

Hundreds of students crowded around the ring, craning their necks to peer at the stage, their voices buzzing with discussion.

"Who did you all bet on? I bet 10,000 on Senior Du Fei. It's a sure-fire investment."

"Is there even a question? Senior Du Fei is one of the Thirty-Two Heroes of the Nine Provinces. I heard he even broke through to the second level of the Martial Apprentice Realm yesterday. How can Lin Yun possibly win?"

"Sheng Shao's odds are now 1 to 1.3 for Du Fei and 1 to 5 for Lin Yun. It's obvious that nobody is optimistic about him."

The crowd was making a ruckus when a commotion arose from the other side of the martial arts arena.

Du Fei, dressed in a silver-gray combat uniform, strode onto the stage, his aura slightly radiating outwards, revealing his undisguised mastery of the second level of the Martial Master realm.

His gaze swept across the audience, a smug smile on his face.

"Everyone can place their bets with confidence. I've already staked a million on myself. I'm determined to win this match."

A commotion immediately erupted from the audience, with many students who had bet on Du Fei cheering.

Ning Yin stood by the stage, her arm linked with hers, and glanced at Su Nianhe beside her with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

"Miss Su, why haven't your people arrived yet? Are you too scared to come? Well, knowing Du Fei has broken through to the second level, anyone would think twice." She paused, then deliberately asked, "By the way, Miss Su, you didn't place any bets, did you? You wouldn't have secretly bet on Du Fei to win, waiting to make a fortune, would you?"

Su Nianhe ignored her sarcastic remarks, raised her hand, opened her phone, and placed a bet directly on the betting platform.

The next second, a huge bet of five million appeared on the betting screen that Shengfeng had set up next to the table, betting on Lin Yunsheng.

The entire room fell silent for a few seconds, then erupted into an even louder uproar.

"Five million? Has Su Nianhe gone mad? Betting on Lin Yun to win?"

"My God, even if the Su family is rich, they don't waste money like this! This is clearly a waste of money!"

"Miss Su trusts Lin Yun far too much..."

Ning Yin's smile froze. She stared at the screen in disbelief, speechless for a long time.

Sheng Feng, sitting at the side of the stage, stared at the screen, his brows furrowing instantly.

He was originally guaranteed to make a profit as the bookmaker, but Su Nianhe's five million bet forced Du Fei's odds to rise, reaching 1 to 1.5.

He gritted his teeth and gave a wink to the underling next to him.

"Take my two million and bet it all on Du Fei. Miss Su has practically delivered the money to my door; there's no reason not to accept it."

The young man readily agreed and quickly got to work.

Sheng Feng snorted coldly. In his opinion, Du Fei's second-level cultivation was a sure win, and the two million was just free money.

"Lin Yun is here!"

Just then, the crowd automatically parted to make way.

Lin Yun, dressed in simple black training clothes, walked over slowly.

He stood tall and straight, his expression calm, his aura restrained, showing no signs of fluctuation in his blood and qi.

Su Nianhe immediately went to greet her, her eyes filled with anticipation.

"It worked?"

"Um."

Lin Yun nodded, a faint smile on his lips.

"Well done!" Su Nianhe patted his shoulder with a smile. "I've placed a five million bet on you. If you win, I'll treat you to a nice meal."

"What a coincidence."

Lin Yun raised an eyebrow.

"I also invested 500,000 in myself."

The two talked as they walked together to the edge of the martial arts arena.

Du Fei stood on the stage, saw Lin Yun, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Lin Yun, I thought you were too scared to come. Now admit defeat, call me 'Grandpa' three times in front of everyone, and I might let you suffer less."

Lin Yun looked up at him, her tone calm: "You've made such a big fuss, aren't you afraid of losing?"

"I lost?"

Du Fei seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. His blood and qi suddenly erupted, and the pressure of a second-level Martial Master spread out.

"Open your eyes and look carefully. I'm already at the second level of Martial Master. What do you think you can do against me?"

Lin Yun simply smiled faintly upon hearing this.

"You've broken through? No wonder you're so confident."

He took a step and stepped onto the martial arts stage.

The next second, a surge of powerful energy erupted from his body, and crimson rainbow light, accompanied by a faint seven-colored halo, circulated endlessly around him.

The aura of a Martial Master was as heavy as a mountain, pressing down steadily.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed and gaped, as if they had been choked.

"Martial... Martial Master realm? Lin Yun has also broken through to Martial Master?!"

"How is this possible! He was only at the peak of the seventh level of the Martial Apprentice Realm during the last monthly exam, how could he have progressed so quickly!"

After a brief moment of shock, the audience erupted in chaos.

The man who had taken Du Fei into custody turned pale, realizing something was wrong, but he remained defiant.

"So what if he broke through? He must have forced it in the last couple of days; his foundation isn't even stable. Senior Du Fei was a Martial Master when he entered the university, and he's been cultivating for so long. How could he be inferior to him?"

"Exactly, two against one, a sure win!"

Those who bet on Lin Yun on a whim instantly showed excitement on their faces.

"A dark horse! This is definitely the biggest dark horse of this season!"

"Lin Yun was already capable of fighting opponents of higher levels, and now that they're both at the Martial Master realm, it's really hard to say who will win!"

Sheng Feng stood at the edge of the stage, his face completely darkening.

He stared intently at Lin Yun on the stage, inwardly cursing himself for being impulsive.

He was originally guaranteed to make money as the dealer, but he greedily invested two million in Du Fei. Now that Lin Yun has suddenly broken through, the outcome is unpredictable, and he might even lose a lot more.

Du Fei, standing on the stage, looked extremely grim.

He never expected that Lin Yun would actually break through to the Martial Master realm.

But after a brief moment of surprise, he reverted to his arrogance.

"So what if you just broke through? You were only able to withstand three of my moves before because I was holding back. Today I'll show you what a real difference in skill is!"

Before he finished speaking, Du Fei pushed off with his foot and suddenly shot forward.

He clenched his fists, which were covered with a thick layer of qi and blood, his most skilled technique, the Mountain-Crushing Fist.

The fist whistled through the air, carrying the full force of a second-level Martial Master, heading straight for Lin Yun's chest.

The audience held their breath, all thinking that Lin Yun would dodge.

But Lin Yun stood still, without moving an inch.

Only when the fist was about to hit him did he slowly raise his right fist, his blood surging, and simply threw a punch to meet it.

boom!

A muffled, loud bang exploded, and the shockwave spread outwards.

Du Fei felt an overwhelming force surge through his fist, his arm went numb, and his bones felt like they were about to crack.

He couldn't help but back away, stumbling back more than ten steps before barely managing to regain his balance.