Kill the White Ape

Faced with this onslaught, Lin Mu leaped lightly and dodged with ease.

The long blade in his hand danced, unleashing a relentless stream of fierce attacks.

Swish, swish, swish!

The sound of air being torn rang out as Lin Mu became like a gale, each casual strike erupting with astonishing destructive force.

The White Ape's figure kept retreating. Its physical body was far stronger than a human's.

It also possessed quite a few skills.

By all logic, Lin Mu shouldn't have been its match.

Yet, as it fought Lin Mu, it clearly felt a sense of oppression.

Every one of his strikes landed at just the right moment, each attack hitting its vital points.

Forcing it to dodge.

But the more it dodged, the greater the pressure became.

One misstep and Lin Mu would wound it.

Ssh!

Just then, Lin Mu's blade fell again, directly breaking through the White Ape's defense and carving a bloody gash across its arm.

A pained cry escaped the White Ape's mouth.

Lin Mu pressed his advantage. The long blade danced continuously, strike after strike raining down. In moments, several more wounds appeared on the White Ape's body.

The sound of a Dragon's Roar echoed from Lin Mu.

He sheathed his long blade and unleashed the Dragon Roar Fist.

Thump, thump, thump!

A series of dull impacts rang out.

Lin Mu's blows landed relentlessly on the White Ape's wounds, drawing pained cries from its mouth.

After a few more punches from Lin Mu, the White Ape's figure collapsed to the ground, its life force extinguished.

Seeing this, Lin Mu let out a light breath.

Since obtaining the system, this was the first time he had fought so strenuously.

A system notification sounded in his mind.

"Completed a practical sparring session. Obtained 104x efficiency."

Lin Mu glanced at the system interface.

"Blade Technique proficiency increased by 1%."

"Movement Technique proficiency increased by 1%."

"Dragon's Thousand-Mile Stride reached Minor Mastery 4%."

"..."

"As expected, real combat also improves proficiency in techniques and martial skills. It's just that my previous fights were too easy—I never had to use my full strength!" Lin Mu thought to himself.

During the fight just now, he had been completely focused, putting his all into every slash. The feeling was different from training.

It was as if he had become a god of slaughter.

Bai Mo stood in the distance, watching Lin Mu. Her beautiful eyes held an expression of disbelief.

This was a Fierce Beast with a Blood Qi Value of 3.1.

And Lin Mu had slain it alone.

Yet the man before her likely hadn't even reached a Blood Qi Value of 3.0.

Being able to single-handedly kill a Fierce Beast with a higher Blood Qi Value meant his practical combat experience was extremely rich.

"His blade technique just now was incredibly sharp, every strike perfectly executed. I wonder how he trained to achieve this!" Bai Mo thought to herself.

Her admiration for Lin Mu grew even deeper.

Many people outside the jungle had also witnessed the scene, and their eyes held expressions of astonishment as well.

That was a Fierce Beast with a Blood Qi Value of 3.1.

Even a martial artist with the same Blood Qi Value would find it hard to handle.

How much Blood Qi Value did Lin Mu have? And yet he could kill an opponent above his rank.

What kind of incredible skill did it take to accomplish that?

"Though he's just a young man, he fights like a seasoned veteran. His control of rhythm in battle is nearly perfect. Could he be a combat genius?"

"Every single slash lands precisely on the White Ape's weak points, leaving it no room to counter. That kind of instinct isn't something you can train in a day!"

"Who the hell is he? I've never heard of him!"

"..."

Many murmured, their words carrying high praise for Lin Mu's performance.

A flicker of disbelief crossed Li Yu's beautiful eyes.

Even she might not be able to pull off such a fighting style.

In the distance, the Ministry of Education group's expressions shifted noticeably.

"Old Bai, I recall you're skilled with the blade too. When you were his age, your blade technique was already Silver Grade. But if you had to fight a White Ape, could you manage this level?" someone asked an elderly man.

The old man shook his head. "The first time I fought a Fierce Beast, I was flustered and couldn't even bring out seventy percent of my strength. Even later, after my mindset changed, it was hard to reach this level. He's either a battle-flow prodigy or someone honed through long practice. But at his age, I'd say it's the former."

"A battle-flow prodigy is rarer than ten geniuses. In the end, a martial artist must take the battlefield. What use is raw strength if you can't unleash it? Someone like him, if nurtured, is bound to be a rough gem."

"Who would've thought Third High School had someone like this!"

"..."

They discussed among themselves, thoroughly satisfied with Lin Mu's performance.

If someone like this could grow in the future, he would undoubtedly become a major asset.

Lin Mu sat on the ground, regulating his breath.

Bai Mo came to his side, pulling out a potion and placing it before him.

The fragrance wafting from the potion made Lin Mu's expression shift slightly.

C-grade Supplies.

"Drink it. It'll help you recover quickly."

"This is too valuable."

"What's so valuable about it? It's barely worth anything." Bai Mo dismissed it, shoving it into Lin Mu's hand.

Looking at Bai Mo, gratitude showed on Lin Mu's face. "Thanks."

"No problem."

He downed the potion, and a wave of warmth spread through his entire body.

His whole aura shifted noticeably.

He let out a light breath of stale air, a hint of excitement on his face.

C-grade Supplies were indeed powerful.

Compared to the D-grade Supplies he'd used before, the effect was at least fifty percent stronger.

If not for the exorbitant price, it would be the ideal choice.

"I should be mostly recovered. Let's go find the next Fierce Beast," Lin Mu said.

Bai Mo's expression changed markedly.

In the entire jungle, there were only a dozen or so Fierce Beasts with a Blood Qi Value over 3.0.

Lin Mu had already killed one, and now he planned to hunt more.

This was extremely dangerous—one misstep and the beast could turn the tables and kill him.

"Are you sure?" Bai Mo asked.

"Sure," Lin Mu replied.

Seeing the look in Lin Mu's eyes, a trace of admiration stirred in Bai Mo's heart.

This was what a true strong person should be.

Stronger when facing the strong.

"Alright."

Bai Mo nodded and led Lin Mu forward.

In less than half an hour, they arrived beside a giant tree, where a python as thick as a bucket coiled. Its surface bore dark red patterns, and its aura was cold and sinister—clearly not to be trifled with.

"This is a Red-striped Python. It's immensely strong. Even three or four martial artists with a Blood Qi Value of 3.0 would struggle to beat it. Are you sure you want to go?" Bai Mo asked.

Lin Mu's expression was utterly calm. "What's there to be unsure about?"

He leaped forward, charging at the Red-striped Python with astonishing speed.

Spotting Lin Mu's figure, the python let out a hissing roar and lunged toward him.

Lin Mu's Movement Technique was exceptionally fluid. Compared to before, his practical combat experience had improved yet again.