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

As the competition began, Lin Yun and Zhou Chong simultaneously lunged towards Han Bin.

Two figures darted out from the left and right, their speeds almost identical, and approached the center of the arena at nearly the same time.

"So fast!"

A low gasp rose from the crowd.

It's only natural that Zhou Chong is fast. The Cloud Fox Step he cultivates is a top-tier Earth-rank movement technique passed down through the Zhou family of Liangzhou. He has immersed himself in it for ten years to achieve his current level of skill, making him virtually unrivaled among his peers.

But Lin Yun was able to keep up with this speed, which exceeded everyone's expectations.

Upon closer inspection, everyone realized that Lin Yun's running style was quite peculiar.

His feet seemed to be coated with grease; he could slide a long distance with just a light touch of his toes. His strides were small and his pace was slow, but his speed was extremely fast, completely unlike the conventional method of pushing off the ground with muscle explosiveness.

"It really is an air membrane! He actually condensed an air membrane!" someone exclaimed.

No one expected that what was just a concept seven days ago, Lin Yun had actually mastered.

Relying on the thin wings formed by his blood and qi condensing under his feet, he managed to lower the distance between his body and the outside world to an extremely low level, running almost as if he were gliding along the ground, and his speed was in no way inferior to the top-level Earth-rank movement techniques.

In the blink of an eye, the two men simultaneously reached out and grabbed Han Bin's shoulders from both sides.

Han Bin stood still until the fingertips were almost touching him before slightly turning his body and swaying his shoulders to escape from the encirclement of the two men. His movements were fluid and effortless, and he barely even moved his feet.

"So close!"

Zhou Chong frowned, his footwork shifted, and he unleashed the Cloud Fox Step, his figure coiling around her like a fox shadow once more.

Lin Yun also twisted his foot and used the slippery force of the air membrane to easily change direction, following closely behind.

For the next five minutes, the two men attacked Han Bin relentlessly, one in front and one behind.

Han Bin only used the blood and qi of the first level of Martial Master, without using any movement techniques or martial skills, relying purely on experience and prediction to dodge.

Zhou Chong always missed by a hair's breadth; his fingertips brushed against Han Bin's clothes several times, but he always fell just short.

Lin Yun was similar; he was fast enough, but his timing for close-range capture was always a beat off.

The students on the sidelines watched intently, their eyes dazzled by the sight of the three figures moving nimbly and skillfully within the small square.

"Teacher Han is too amazing. In such a small place, the two of them can't even touch each other."

"Zhou Chong's Cloud Fox Step lives up to its reputation. But Lin Yun is also strange; he glides around, looking slow but actually not at all inferior."

Five minutes later, Han Bin suddenly increased the frequency of his movements.

He stopped dodging in a small area and began to frequently turn left and right within the arena, with no rhythm at all.

This is no longer simply a test of speed, but a test of agility, explosive power in changing direction, and on-the-spot reaction.

Zhou Chong's Cloud Fox Step was known for its agility, and upon seeing this, he immediately followed suit, his footsteps small and dense, flitting like a fox shadow as he turned, almost succeeding several times.

But whenever he thought he could reach out and grab him, Han Bin always managed to dodge by the slightest margin.

In contrast, Lin Yun saw the dawn of victory.

Because the air film of the Flowing Shadow Step is not only for reducing drag, but also for increasing friction instantly by slightly changing its shape, thus enabling sudden stops and changes of direction.

Unlike Zhou Chong, who relied on pushing off the ground to adjust, he only needed to slightly solidify the air film under his feet to complete an extremely tricky sharp-angle turn.

At first, it wasn't obvious, but as the number of turns increased, Lin Yun's advantages gradually became apparent.

His turns were unpredictable and the angles were even more bizarre. He would often appear to be rushing forward, but the next second he would slide sideways, completely defying the logic of conventional movement techniques.

In the eighth minute, Han Bin had just dodged Zhou Chong's attack and hadn't even regained his balance when a dark shadow suddenly slid diagonally from his left.

It's Lin Yun.

Using a sudden stop and change of direction, he twisted into a near 30-degree angle, his body skimming the ground as he darted to Han Bin's side, his fingertips lightly brushing against Han Bin's sleeve.

Han Bin stopped what he was doing, looked down at the faint mark on his cuff, and nodded with a smile.

"Lin Yun met him first. Lin Yun wins this match."

The audience was stunned for a few seconds, then erupted in uproar.

"He really won? Lin Yun actually defeated Shadow Fox Zhou Chong?"

"I can't believe my eyes! That turn was so weird, it defies all the principles of mechanics!"

"The air membrane body technique actually works... This is outrageous."

Zhou Chong stood frozen in place, his face drained of all color.

He stared at the marks on Han Bin's cuff, then looked at Lin Yun, his face full of disbelief.

"Impossible! Teacher Han, did you deliberately go easy on me?"

He blurted it out, his tone tinged with impatience.

"His movements are so unorthodox, how could he possibly beat me! It must be you..."

"Zhou Chong!"

Zhou Chong's homeroom teacher sternly stopped him, strode over, and his face was extremely grim.

"Don't be rude to Teacher Han! Teacher Han is fair and impartial, how could she possibly favor anyone?"

A loss is a loss. Look for the reasons within yourself, and stop making a fool of yourself here.

Zhou Chong's cheeks burned from the scolding, his fists clenched, and his chest heaved.

But he also knew that Han Bin, as a senior mentor, would not show favoritism.

Just now, Lin Yun did indeed bump into it first.

He gritted his teeth, his face turning pale and then red, before finally lowering his head.

"I lost."

Han Bin waved his hand, his expression softening slightly: "Zhou Chong, your Cloud Fox Step technique is very solid, and your agility is sufficient, but..."

He turned to look at Lin Yun, his eyes filled with admiration.

"Lin Yun's movement technique is unconventional, relying on air membranes to change friction, which is a way of thinking that breaks out of the norm."

In terms of straight-line speed, you might not lose to him, but in terms of agility in changing direction, you are definitely a step behind.

"The path of martial arts is never a single one. There are always people more skilled than you, and mountains beyond mountains. Do you understand?"

Zhou Chong remained silent for a moment, then nodded solemnly.

He walked up to Lin Yun, his expression becoming much more serious, no longer displaying his previous arrogance.

"I was narrow-minded before, I'm sorry. Consider this million as my tuition fee."

He transferred the money as he spoke, then paused and added, "Also, I'm a man of my word, I'll be your sparring partner for a week."

Lin Yun was somewhat surprised, then smiled and nodded, "Okay, thank you very much."

He knew in his heart that Zhou Chong's Cloud Fox Step was indeed unique.

If it weren't for the unique concept of the Flowing Shadow Step, he might not have been able to win.

With Zhou Chong, a master, as a sparring partner, the progress of Liuying Step from beginner to minor mastery will definitely be much faster.

Du Fei, standing next to Zhou Chong, looked even more unpleasant.

He was expecting Lin Yun to lose and slink back his armor, but to his surprise, Zhou Chong actually lost.

All around him were stares, filled with mockery and laughter, making his face burn with embarrassment.

"What are you looking at!"

Du Fei roared in anger and embarrassment, then reluctantly took out his phone and transferred one million to Lin Yun.

The notification sounded that the transfer was successful, and a burst of laughter erupted around them.

"Du Fei is giving away armor and money, he's really become a money-giving boy."

"More than five million yuan has been spent in total. I would feel the pain if I were in your shoes."

Hearing these words, Du Fei trembled with anger, but he couldn't refute them. He could only turn around and leave with a dark face.

Han Bin watched the farce come to an end, smiled, took out a pair of black combat boots, and handed them to Lin Yun.

"These are low-grade Tier 2 Windwalker Boots, which can slightly improve movement speed. Consider this my reward to you."

Lin Yun quickly took it.

These combat boots are worth over a million yuan on the market, which is already expensive, but what's even more valuable is the mentor's approval.

"Thank you, Teacher Han. I learned a lot of techniques from sparring with you today that I can't find in books. I benefited greatly."

Han Bin patted him on the shoulder, his smile widening.

"Practice hard, your movement style has great potential. If it can be perfected and promoted in the future, it might really create a brand new movement style."