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

The next morning, at Qingcheng's premier institution of higher learning.

Thousands of senior high school students, dressed in their uniforms, gathered on the playground, their faces filled with tension and anticipation.

On the platform, the white-haired principal, dressed in a crisp Zhongshan suit, stood tall and straight like a pine tree.

He simply circulated his internal energy slightly, and his deep voice resounded throughout the entire playground like a great bell.

"With strange beasts roaming freely and humans cowering behind high walls, warriors are the last line of defense for protecting civilization."

In this era, martial arts are not only a personal pursuit, but also the lifeblood of the nation. The nationwide unified martial arts college entrance examination is the core mechanism by which the Dragon Kingdom selects martial arts talent and replenishes its national defense forces; it determines your future, and even the future of all humanity…”

"I hope you remember that no matter where you go in the future, or what kind of people you become, never forget the original intention of standing here today!"

The principal's voice was powerful and resonant, with a unique penetrating force that struck the students' hearts with every word.

The students on the playground listened with great enthusiasm, clenching their fists and their eyes filled with determination.

"Lin Yun!"

A crisp sound came from the side.

Su Nianhe, dressed in a pure and innocent school uniform, squeezed through the front of the formation, her high ponytail swaying gently with her movements, and a bright smile on her face.

She ran to Lin Yun's side, looked him up and down, and handed him a bottle of energy drink.

"Here, have some energy. Were you too nervous to sleep last night?"

"It's alright." Lin Yun took the drink, smiled, and said, "There's nothing to be nervous about."

"You're quite carefree." Su Nian looked at him in surprise. "But then again, it's precisely in situations like this that we should maintain a calm mindset."

Lin Yun nodded.

He suddenly felt like laughing, wondering what Su Nianhe's expression would be when she found out about his current cultivation level.

"Hey, isn't this our top scorer in the civil service exam, Lin the genius? Why are you hiding in the last row? Are you afraid of embarrassing yourself during the blood pressure test and not daring to show your face?"

A strange, sarcastic voice rang out at an inopportune moment.

Zhao Ritian, fanning himself with a fan, strolled over with three followers, his eyes full of mockery.

He looked Lin Yun up and down, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "By the way, Lin Yun, I suddenly remembered something. Six days ago on Martial Arts Street, someone seemed to say that if I could break through to the Martial Apprentice realm within six days, I'd take your surname?"

"How about this: if you don't break through to the Martial Apprentice realm today, you'll change your surname to Zhao with me, okay?"

He deliberately raised his voice so that the dozen or so students around him could hear him clearly.

The surrounding students immediately burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, Young Master Zhao, you must be joking! How could Lin Yun possibly break through to the Martial Apprentice level? If he could, I'd eat three pounds of poop while standing on my head!"

"Exactly, I remember in the mock test two weeks ago, he only got 2 points of Qi and Blood, right?"

"What's the use of being good at academic tests? Martial arts tests are all about fists. If he can get 3 points in the blood and qi test later, that'll be a big improvement."

Whispers rose and fell, and everyone looked at Lin Yun with the eyes of someone watching a joke.

In their deeply ingrained impression, Lin Yun was a notorious good-for-nothing in the entire school, the student with the worst martial arts aptitude since the founding of Qingcheng Academy.

Let alone getting into a martial arts academy, even passing the martial arts exam is a miracle.

Su Nianhe's face instantly darkened, and she looked coldly at Zhao Ritian: "Zhao Ritian, don't go looking for trouble."

"Don't be angry, Nianhe." Zhao Ritian quickly put on a fawning smile. "I was just joking with Lin Yun. Besides, wasn't what I said true? If he really breaks through to the Martial Apprentice level, I, Zhao Ritian, mean it—I'll immediately change my surname to Lin!"

He sneered inwardly, thinking that if Lin Yun could break through to the Martial Apprentice level, the sun would rise in the west.

Today, he was going to humiliate Lin Yun in front of everyone and show Su Nianhe who was truly worthy of her affection.

Lin Yun tugged at Su Nianhe's arm, signaling her not to be angry.

He raised his head, looked at Zhao Ritian calmly, and said in a composed tone, "Is that so? Then you'd better be prepared to change your surname."

"Oh, still being stubborn?" Zhao Ritian sneered. "Fine, I'll wait and see. I want to see how you slap me in the face during the blood and qi test later."

After saying that, he left triumphantly with his henchmen.

"Lin Yun, ignore him," Su Nianhe said angrily. "He's just a clown who can't do anything but spout sarcastic remarks."

"I know," Lin Yun smiled. "He definitely won't be laughing in a bit."

In a corner of the crowd on the playground, three figures stood among the crowd: Zhang Lei, Li Chao, and Sun Yuan, who had been taught a lesson by Lin Yun not long ago.

The three stood respectfully behind a lean young man, their hands at their sides.

The boy was tall and straight, and his eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to those of the missing Wang Erhu, but his sharpness was even more pronounced, and his aura was far beyond that of ordinary students.

He is Wang Dalong, the eldest son of the Wang family and the second most outstanding prodigy at Qingcheng Academy, second only to Su Nianhe.

As early as last night, Zhang Lei and the other two had already told Wang Dalong everything they had encountered, including the entire process of Lin Yun displaying his martial arts skills and forcibly demanding 300,000 yuan in compensation.

Based on the various clues surrounding his younger brother Wang Erhu's complete disappearance after going to find Lin Yun, Wang Dalong was now certain that Wang Erhu's disappearance was definitely related to Lin Yun, and that he might even have met with some misfortune.

He was puzzled as to why the Wang family, despite using their resources to investigate for seven days, still couldn't find any clues about his younger brother, Wang Erhu.

Wang Dalong took a deep breath, suppressing his worry for his younger brother. Today was the National Martial Arts College Entrance Examination, a day he had waited for with the family's resources and countless efforts, and he could not afford to be even slightly worried.

Once the martial arts exam is successfully completed, regardless of whether his younger brother is found or not, he will not let Lin Yun off the hook.

"Brother Long, look at Zhao Ritian's ugly behavior just now." Zhang Lei lowered his voice, his face full of fawning smiles. "He even made a bet with Lin Yun in public, saying that if the other party broke through to the Martial Apprentice level, he would change his surname to Lin. This is going to be quite a show."

Li Chao quickly chimed in, "In the end, he's just a spoiled brat who relies on his family background to put on airs. He's obsessed with Su Nianhe, a complete simp. In terms of vision, ability, and talent, he's worlds apart from you, Brother Long."

"That's right!" Sun Yuan nodded repeatedly, his face full of flattery. "Who would have thought that you, Brother Long, could break through to the fourth level of Martial Apprentice before the martial arts exam? Looking at the entire Qingcheng, apart from Goddess Su, no one is your match. The second spot in the capital's top martial arts academy is basically in your pocket!"

As the three men took turns praising him, Wang Dalong's lips curled up slightly, and he felt quite pleased.

But he maintained a composed demeanor, waving his hand and speaking in a deliberately humble tone.

"We can't be too sure of ourselves. The admission standards of the top martial arts academy in the capital are extremely strict. Even if I break through to the fourth level of Martial Apprentice, I wouldn't dare say that I'm guaranteed admission. Everything still depends on the results of the assessment."

That being said, the confidence and ambition deep in his eyes were not concealed in the slightest.

In his view, apart from Su Nianhe, who was far ahead, there was indeed no one in Qingcheng who could rival him.

If we're talking about who's most likely to get into the top martial arts academy in the capital, then it has to be him.

Just as the group was talking in hushed tones, a deep, piercing engine roar came from afar, instantly shattering the noise on the playground.

Everyone instinctively stopped talking and turned to look at the school gate.

A neat convoy of more than a dozen dark green military vehicles and large military transport vehicles slowly drove into the campus along the main road.