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

"you!"

Du Fei was both ashamed and angry.

Indeed, Lin Yun defeated him without moving an inch.

Saying such things will only make you a laughing stock.

Seeing Du Fei's exasperated expression, Lin Yun's smile deepened.

"I thought I'd already beaten you into submission on the martial arts stage, but I didn't expect you to be so stubborn. What, haven't you had enough of being a money-giving boy?"

The words "money-bringing boy" pierced Du Fei's heart like needles, and his face instantly turned bright red.

Isn't he a money-giving boy?

First, he lost a Tier 2 advanced battle armor worth more than two million, and his one million bet went down the drain. At noon, Sheng Feng came to his door, and he had to pay out several hundred thousand to make up for the bookmaker's losses.

All things considered, he has lost more than four million yuan since he met Lin Yun.

He's been dreaming of getting his money back.

Du Fei subconsciously looked at Zhou Chong beside him, his eyes filled with a pleading look.

Zhou Chong frowned slightly, took half a step forward, and fixed his gaze on Lin Yun.

"Lin Yun, everyone knows you come from humble beginnings and value money highly." His tone was calm, yet carried a hint of arrogance. "How about this, let's have a contest of agility. If you lose, you have to return the armor you won from Du Fei."

Lin Yun narrowed her eyes and looked up at him: "What if I win?"

"Simple."

Zhou Chong spoke casually, as if victory was assured.

"Du Fei and I will each give you one million. How about it?"

In his view, this deal was a sure thing.

He had immersed himself in body techniques for nearly ten years and was rarely matched among his peers. Lin Yun, relying on a technique he had devised out of thin air, could never possibly defeat him.

More importantly, he was able to help his fellow villagers regain face, which also made him more famous in the circle.

Upon hearing this, Lin Yun chuckled softly.

"I love people like you who bring me good fortune." He looked up at Zhou Chong. "Alright, we'll have a match in seven days."

"Seven days?"

Zhou Chong was stunned for a moment, then sneered.

"You're far too confident. In seven days, you can't even master a Yellow-rank movement technique."

In his mind, any movement technique requires a long time to master, let alone self-innovation. To think that someone could compare to him in seven days is simply child's play.

"Whether it works or not, we'll know after the competition." Lin Yun didn't explain much, only repeating, "It'll be seven days."

The complete method of the Flowing Shadow Step was in his mind, from the blood and qi pathways to the techniques for controlling the qi membrane.

He has a solid foundation and his control over his qi and blood far surpasses that of his peers. Seven days is enough time for him to reach the initial stage of mastery, which is more than enough to defeat Zhou Chong.

Zhou Chong gave him a deep look, and seeing his resolute attitude, he became somewhat interested.

"Alright, then I'll wait seven days." He nodded in agreement. "I want to see just how much skill there is in your so-called Qi Membrane Body Technique."

Hearing this, Du Fei perked up, his earlier frustration vanished, and he immediately joined in with some harsh words.

"Lin Yun, Chong-ge's agility surpasses even some of the top students in Class S. What makes you think you can win? Let's see how you talk back in seven days!"

He could almost picture Lin Yun sheepishly returning the armor, and his heart immediately felt much better.

Lin Yun was too lazy to waste any more words with him. He just glanced at him indifferently, then turned around, circulated his qi and blood again, and continued to polish the qi membrane on the soles of his feet.

With each step, his figure grew lighter and lighter, as if the wind was blowing beneath his feet.

Zhou Chong watched for a few more seconds and saw that his steps were awkward but subtly methodical. A strange feeling inexplicably passed through his heart, but he didn't think much of it and turned to leave with Du Fei.

If it were so easy to innovate movement techniques, wouldn't the streets be full of martial arts masters?

The students who had been watching gradually dispersed, but their eyes held a renewed sense of anticipation as they looked at Lin Yun.

The duel of agility in seven days looks like it's going to be quite a show.

Seven days flew by.

That afternoon, during the martial arts training class, both Class A1 and Class A4 happened to be in the same training ground.

The news had already spread throughout the grade, and many students from other classes also came over to gather around the edge of the field to watch the excitement.

"Do you think Lin Yun can win? It's only been seven days, can he really have mastered that Qi Membrane Body Technique?"

"Hard to say, have you forgotten about that time at the martial arts arena? Lin Yun always surprises us."

"But Zhou Chong is Shadow Fox, his agility is no weaker than that of S-rank prodigies, how could he be so easily defeated?"

Amidst the murmurs, Lin Yun walked out from outside the crowd.

His steps were much lighter than seven days ago, and he made almost no sound when he landed. His breathing was steady, and there was a hint of understanding in his eyes.

In seven days, he had mastered the basics of the Flowing Shadow Step, and his speed and the control of the air membrane had become quite proficient.

"Oh, you actually dare to come."

Du Fei strolled over from the opposite side with a nonchalant air, Zhou Chong following beside him, his white training clothes spotless, his eyes filled with his usual arrogance.

"I thought you'd make an excuse to hide," Du Fei said with a sneer. "Don't cry if you lose later; just hand over your armor obediently."

Lin Yun ignored him and looked up at Zhou Chong: "Speak, how do you want to compete?"

Zhou Chong crossed his arms and slightly raised his chin: "It doesn't matter how you compare them. For me, the result is the same anyway."

Having immersed himself in movement techniques for nearly ten years, let alone Lin Yun who had only pondered for seven days, even if he had seriously practiced a level-one movement technique for a year, he was confident of winning.

"Since it's a competition between students from two classes, why don't we have Teacher Zhang be the referee and I'll set the questions?"

At this moment, Han Bin walked over with a smile.

He was the tutor of Class A4, and Zhou Chong's homeroom teacher was also following behind, indicating that they had already communicated.

Zhou Chong glanced at his mentor, who nodded slightly, and then cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to Han Bin: "It would be best if Professor Han would step in; you can just give me the questions."

Han Bin didn't say much. With a light wave of his right hand, four beams of cold light shot out and accurately embedded themselves in the surrounding soil, forming a square area with sides of five meters.

"The rules are simple."

Han Bin walked to the center of the venue and slowly began to speak.

"I will only use the qi and blood of a first-level Martial Master, and will not use any movement techniques or martial arts skills. You two will attack at the same time. Whoever touches any part of my body first wins. You have ten minutes. If neither of you touches me, it's a draw."

These words immediately caused an uproar among those around them.

"No way? Teacher Han is personally acting as the target?"

"Teacher Han is a late-stage Grand Martial Master! Even when suppressing his cultivation, his reaction time and prediction skills are far beyond our reach!"

"Even if the venue is small and two people are working at the same time, it is not guaranteed that one of them will succeed."

The crowd was buzzing with discussion. They had thought it was just a 1,000-meter sprint or obstacle course between Lin Yun and Zhou Chong, but they hadn't expected it to be so interesting.

Zhou Chong's expression changed slightly, and his brows furrowed.

He was confident in his speed, but who was Han Bin?

The veteran martial artist, who has taught for over a decade, possesses an abundance of combat experience.

Even if one suppresses their cultivation level, they can still outmaneuver a martial artist simply by using their movement and prediction skills.

He wasn't absolutely certain.

Lin Yun's face also became more serious.

He originally thought it was just a straight-line speed race, which would be a good opportunity to test the speed of the Flowing Shadow Step.

Now, with the pursuit in a smaller area, the delicate control of the air membrane is put to the test. Changing direction, stopping suddenly, and turning back all require precise control of the friction on the soles of the feet.

But the more challenging it was, the more interested he became.

Only if one were to encounter Han Bin under these rules could the value of the Flowing Shadow Step be truly proven.

"I'm fine."

Lin Yun nodded first.

Seeing this, Zhou Chong also replied in a deep voice, "I have no problem either."

Han Bin smiled, stood in the center of the field, raised his hands, and gestured for the two to take their positions.

"Are you ready?"

Lin Yun and Zhou Chong stood on either side of the edge of the field, their eyes fixed on Han Bin, their blood and qi circulating slowly around them.

Zhou Chong tensed his muscles, already assuming the stance for Shadow Step, his entire being resembling a fox poised to pounce.

Lin Yun's eyes narrowed slightly, and wisps of blood and qi surged to the soles of his feet, forming a thin, cicada-wing-like membrane of air.

The surrounding chatter gradually subsided, and everyone held their breath, staring at the three people in the center of the room.

Han Bin looked at the boys on his left and right sides, a faint smile on his lips, and gently lowered his hands.

"start."