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

Over the next few days, Lin Yun spent most of his time at the training ground.

Zhou Chong always kept his word and arrived on time every day to serve as a sparring partner.

The two went from straight-line racing to turning around and changing direction, and then to close-quarters combat and pulling each other with their movements. Lin Yun's mastery of the Flowing Shadow Step improved by leaps and bounds.

From initially barely maintaining the air membrane to later being able to expand and contract freely, and handling sudden stops, turns, and gliding with ease, he reached the threshold of minor success in just a few days.

At the same time, his swordsmanship did not suffer.

With the surge in vital energy and blood after breaking through to the Martial Master realm, he successfully mastered the fourth form of the Nine Styles of the Startling String.

This move is called "String Tremor," and the blade vibrates incessantly when it is drawn. It can break through defenses and injure the opponent's meridians at the same time, making it extremely powerful.

In addition, Qian Hao's team is also getting into a better rhythm.

As their experience grew, the group was now able to lead teams independently to take on ordinary Tier 1 hunting jobs, and even occasionally serve clients with higher requirements. The monthly dividends they brought to Lin Yun also steadily increased.

On the last Thursday before the monthly exam, Lin Yun finished his afternoon martial arts class and slowly walked back to his dormitory.

As soon as he pushed open the door, his brows furrowed.

Sheng Feng sat casually in his chair, with three burly henchmen standing behind him.

The group acted without any politeness, as if this were their territory.

"What are you doing here?"

Lin Yun stood at the door, his tone indifferent.

Sheng Feng glanced at him, a sinister smile playing on his lips: "I told you I'd only give you ten days. But the deadline has passed, and I haven't received any compensation or an apology from you. So, I've decided to give you a little punishment."

Lin Yun chuckled and stepped inside. "I don't mind making a move here. The condition is, have you considered the consequences?"

"Make a move?"

Sheng Feng seemed to have heard a joke and slowly stood up.

"What do you take me for, Sheng Feng? A fool like Jiang Yu, or a brute like Du Fei? If I wanted to teach you a lesson, would I need to resort to violence?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Yun frowned slightly, a strange unease rising in his heart.

"Brother Yun! Brother Yun! Something's happened!"

Just then, Gu Xiaoman's urgent shout came from the corridor.

He stumbled over, his face pale and his forehead covered in sweat.

"What's wrong?"

Lin Yun turned his head and asked.

"Qian Hao and his men got into trouble at the hunting grounds!"

Gu Xiaoman was panting heavily, her voice trembling.

"All five people were severely injured by the monstrous beast and were just admitted to the First Hospital of the Capital. They are currently in the ICU!"

With a loud bang.

Lin Yun felt a string suddenly tighten in his mind.

He suddenly turned to look at Sheng Feng, his eyes instantly turning cold. He stepped forward, grabbed Sheng Feng by the collar, and lifted him up.

"What did you do to them!"

Sheng Feng was not afraid at all; on the contrary, he laughed even more triumphantly.

"Lin Yun, if I were you, I should go to the hospital to see your good brother right now. If you go too late, you might not even get to see him one last time."

"Brother Yun, let's go quickly!" Gu Xiaoman stamped her feet anxiously beside him. "The doctor said... said the situation is very bad!"

Lin Yun stared intently at Sheng Feng.

He knew now was not the time to settle scores; Qian Hao and the others were in critical condition, and he had to get to the hospital first.

"If anything happens to them, I will make sure you are buried."

Lin Yun released his grip, uttered a cold remark, and turned to run out with Gu Xiaoman.

Sheng Feng straightened his wrinkled collar, watched the two figures disappear into the distance, and a cruel smile appeared on his face.

"Walk."

Half an hour later, in the emergency room corridor of the First Hospital of Beijing.

When Lin Yun arrived, he saw a nurse pushing five hospital beds out of the emergency room.

Two of the beds were covered with white sheets.

Lin Yun paused, his heart feeling as if it were being gripped tightly by a hand.

He walked over, his fingertips trembling slightly, and slowly lifted one of the white cloths.

It's Zhao Qiang.

The boy's face was deathly pale, his lips were bloodless, and his chest remained completely still.

When the next sheet was opened, it showed Wu Bin with a deep, bone-revealing wound on his neck, which had already congealed.

"Dead...dead?"

Gu Xiaoman's legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground, her eyes instantly turning red.

How could he die? He was alive and kicking just this afternoon, how could he just be gone like that?

Lin Yun stood there, his mind blank.

He thought that at most Sheng Feng would send someone to ambush them or do something underhanded, and at most Qian Hao and his group would get hurt.

But he never expected that Sheng Feng would be so ruthless, resulting in two deaths.

On the other three hospital beds, Qian Hao, Sun Feng, and Zhou Kai were still unconscious.

Qian Hao lost an arm, Sun Feng lost his right leg down to the knee, and Zhou Kai had a hideous wound on his face that ran from his forehead to his jaw; his breath was so weak that it was almost imperceptible.

Even if they are saved, their lives will be ruined.

"Doctor, what's going on?" Lin Yun asked in a hoarse voice, turning to look at the attending physician beside him.

"They were on the verge of death when they arrived. They were all scratched and bitten by the strange beasts, and the wounds were very serious." The doctor sighed. "We did our best, but two of them were too badly injured and couldn't be saved. The remaining three are temporarily out of danger, but their recovery is uncertain. There's a high probability... they will be left with disabilities."

Lin Yun closed his eyes, his chest heaving violently.

He never imagined that Shengfeng would cause the deaths of two of his brothers over a million dollars.

Wasn't that money he lost himself?

What do human lives mean to him?

Lin Yun opened his eyes, his eyes filled with an overwhelming killing intent that he could not suppress.

He had killed many people, but at this moment, he had never felt that anyone deserved to die so much!

"Brother Yun, calm down!" Gu Xiaoman noticed something was wrong with his eyes and quickly got up to pull him back. "Don't be impulsive!"

"Take good care of the three of them." Lin Yun gritted his teeth. "I will make Sheng Feng pay with his life for my brothers."

"No, Brother Yun!"

Gu Xiaoman held onto his arm tightly.

"The doctor said they were all injured by strange beasts. Even if it's related to Sheng Feng, we have no proof! If you go back to him now and things get out of hand, you'll be the one who suffers!"

"evidence?"

Lin Yun sneered.

"A life for a life, what evidence do you need?"

He shook off Gu Xiaoman's hand and strode out.

Gu Xiaoman couldn't stop him at all. Watching his resolute back, she was anxiously pacing around.

Seeing that he couldn't stop her, he hurriedly took out his phone and dialed Su Nianhe's number.

"Miss Su, something terrible has happened! I can't stop Brother Yun at all..."

Half an hour later, at the Imperial Martial Arts Arena.

Sheng Feng and his three underlings were leaning against the railing, chatting and laughing.

"Young Master Sheng, news came from the hospital that two people have died, and the remaining three are also crippled."

A henchman came over to report.

Sheng Feng clicked his tongue, slightly dissatisfied: "Only two died? The First Hospital's medical skills are still too high."

"Young Master Sheng, will this get out?" another underling asked, sounding a little worried.

"check?"

The third brother next to him sneered.

"There are no surveillance cameras deep in the hunting grounds. The person was killed by a strange beast. How can the investigation trace back to Young Master Sheng?"

Even if we were to find some clues, those small families would simply have to accept their misfortune.

Sheng Feng smiled smugly: "I've never suffered such a big loss in my life. That Lin Yun dared to make me lose more than a million. If I don't teach him a lesson he won't forget, he won't know his own worth."

"Exactly! Why not just honestly lose money like that guy surnamed Du? Why do he have to be such a troublemaker?"

"Young Master Sheng is the heir to the Shengshi Group. Even if we kill a few of his underlings, or even take care of Lin Yun, so what? Would Su Nianhe really turn against the Sheng family for a poor kid?"

The group burst into laughter, their tone brimming with unbridled arrogance.

Sheng Feng waved his hand, his eyes sinister: "To kill someone, first destroy their spirit. Once he's completely broken down, then slowly torment him to death."

Just then, a figure walked angrily from the entrance of the martial arts arena.

"Young Master Sheng, Lin Yun is here!" one of the henchmen pointed in the direction. "He looks really angry."

"He looks fierce, is he going to make a move?"

"So what if he does fight? Young Master Sheng will deal with him like crushing an ant."

The group laughed and joked, completely disregarding Lin Yun.

Sheng Feng, hands in his pockets, strolled over slowly, a smug smile on his face.

"Lin Yun, it's just that a few money-making tools died, is it really necessary to get so angry?"

Calm down. If you get sick from getting angry, things won't be fun later.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Yun drew his sword.

Clang!

The Bloodfang Blade was drawn, and a sudden burst of red light shone from its sheath.

The first move of the Nine Forms of Startling Strings: The Sound of the String!