Consecutive Instant Kills

Min Tie's expression was not pleasant.

Augu Martial Hall had always been their sworn enemy.

For them to be getting so close with their investors at this critical juncture—the implications were obvious.

Standing to the side, Lei He's face was also grim.

"Head."

"Let's take it one step at a time," Min Tie said.

Lei He gave a slight nod and said nothing more.

Lin Mu stood nearby, his expression calm, though he knew Min Tie must be under immense pressure.

Just then, a group of people walked toward them.

When they saw Min Tie, a cold smirk curled at the corners of their mouths.

From the uniforms they wore, it was clear that these people were from Augu Martial Hall.

Lin Mu swept his gaze over them.

The man at the front was about the same age as Min Tie, tall and burly, giving off the impression of a human-shaped Fierce Beast—clearly also at the Third Order.

When he saw Min Tie, the provocation in his eyes was blatant.

There was obviously deep-seated enmity between them.

Neither side spoke, however. After a moment of waiting, a figure stepped forward before the crowd.

His voice was loud and clear as he addressed everyone present.

"You all know the rules of the competition! Each martial hall, take your people to your assigned area!"

As his words fell, many began to move.

Under Lei He's guidance, Lin Mu entered a room filled with dozens of machines.

The trainees from his martial hall each stepped into their own machines.

Lei He looked at Lin Mu with a faint smile. "Good luck."

Lin Mu nodded and stepped into the machine.

The next moment, his consciousness was transported to a platform.

Nearby, several other platforms stood, and trainees were being teleported onto them.

"The following matches will be completely random. Once a match ends, the next will begin shortly. If you feel unwell, you may withdraw at any time!" a voice announced.

A figure slowly materialized before Lin Mu.

While Lin Mu had already begun his match, the large screen outside the Virtual Duel Hall displayed battlefield information one after another.

The heads of each martial hall took their seats.

Some media outlets turned on their cameras and began livestreaming.

A flood of online spectators poured in.

"It's starting! The annual Martial Hall Grand Competition has begun!"

"Who do you think will take the crown?"

"Do you even need to ask? It's got to be Wen Yue Martial Hall. They've been first every year!"

"True, Wen Yue Martial Hall is way too strong. They always have top-tier fighters. But their fees are too high—ordinary martial artists can't afford them."

"Honestly, the top ten are all expensive. For us regular folks, it's better to look at the halls ranked below the top ten."

"I heard Augu Martial Hall is pretty good. My dad signed me up there, and the results have been decent."

"Is that so? I wonder how they'll perform this time."

"Exactly! Their real strength will show in the matches!"

"..."

The crowd buzzed with discussion, all curious about the competition.

Lin Mu stood on the platform. Before him, a thin, short man materialized.

Seeing him, Lin Mu was slightly taken aback.

The man was actually a classmate from his school, named Zhao Yu.

But he wasn't in Lin Mu's class.

They weren't particularly familiar with each other.

A hint of a smile appeared on Zhao Yu's lips. "Who would've thought I'd run into an acquaintance here."

Lin Mu nodded slightly, saying nothing.

Zhao Yu's eyes held a hint of curiosity: "There are rumors about you all over the school, saying you're playing the fool. I want to know just how good you really are!"

Lin Mu's expression was calm, not even bothering to regard Zhao Yu as a threat.

Because Zhao Yu could only rank in the top thirty of the neighboring class, with a Blood Qi Value of just 1.14—there was no way he could be a match for Lin Mu.

Seeing Lin Mu stay silent, Zhao Yu's face flushed with anger.

He moved, charging straight at Lin Mu.

But just as he reached Lin Mu, Lin Mu swung a single hand.

Zhao Yu was sent flying.

The match was over!

Lin Mu gained 10 Points.

In an instant, the data outside the arena shifted.

"Jiang He Martial Hall, Lin Mu scores 10 points!"

When this message appeared, many present changed expressions.

After all, the competition had only just begun.

And this guy had already scored.

"Holy shit, am I seeing this right? How long has it been, one second?"

"Damn, even a one-shot kill isn't this fast!"

"What's going on? Scoring this quickly—let's see his fight replay!"

Many spectators muttered.

Some pulled up Lin Mu's combat footage.

When they saw Lin Mu send Zhao Yu flying with a single slap, shock filled many eyes.

After all, this was a First-Order Martial Artist.

Even if he wasn't Lin Mu's match, he shouldn't have lost so cleanly!

Was this guy just too strong?

The Augu Martial Hall side didn't look pleased.

They hadn't expected Jiang He Martial Hall to score first.

"Just luck," the leading man said coldly.

In his view, it must have been their strongest member matched against the weakest.

That was the only explanation.

But he didn't stop to think.

Even the weakest was still a decent performer from each hall—there was no way they'd lose that cleanly.

A faint smile tugged at Min Tie's lips.

Lin Mu's performance had indeed surprised him.

And it had brought face to their hall.

Lin Mu's expression was utterly calm, because in his eyes, Zhao Yu was just a clown.

Nothing worth noting.

"But it seems I'm just too strong," Lin Mu thought to himself.

His current strength placed him among the top students in the school.

Someone like Zhao Yu naturally couldn't be his opponent.

Yet, based on the school's enrollment data each year, no more than fifty percent of students reached First-Order Martial Artist before the Martial Arts Exam.

Within each hall, Zhao Yu was considered passable.

Just as Lin Mu was thinking, another figure appeared.

This man was burly, with several scars on his face—clearly someone fond of violence.

As soon as he appeared, he charged straight at Lin Mu.

Lin Mu could sense that his Blood Qi was much stronger than Zhao Yu's.

Probably around 1.9.

But just as he reached Lin Mu.

Lin Mu slapped him again.

The man was sent flying directly.

His Points changed accordingly.

Then several more figures appeared one after another.

Without exception, they were all instantly killed by Lin Mu.

Lin Mu also noticed that aside from the top few martial halls, the skill level of students in most martial halls was quite average.

The strongest among them only had a Blood Qi Value of 2.7.

This matched the true standard of the entire Li City.

Those with good talent and strong cultivation were, after all, only a minority.

Among Li City's millions of people, they accounted for less than a fraction of a percent.

If Lin Mu himself weren't outstanding enough, he might never have crossed paths with them in his entire life!