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The vehicle traveled for over two hours before stopping before a manor of considerable size.

The manor's decorations were somewhat old, yet it was shrouded in some kind of formation, making it impossible to see a single flower or tree inside.

Wang Tao got out of the car and stood with Lin Mu before the main gate.

The gate slowly opened.

The two stepped inside.

The moment he entered the manor, Lin Mu felt the Blood Qi within his body become extremely abundant.

It was as if some kind of magic inside the manor could enhance a person's Blood Qi.

Lin Mu's eyes swept around.

The entire manor was simply arranged—grass, trees, and rockeries were nothing rare, but the Crystal Stones scattered throughout exuded traces of Source Force.

Clearly, they were no ordinary items.

As they walked further inside, a middle-aged figure approached them.

The middle-aged man wore a suit, white gloves on his hands, and a humble expression on his face.

"Steward Liu!" Seeing this man, Wang Tao's face broke into a smile.

Lin Mu's expression shifted slightly.

Because this man, called a steward, was actually a Third-Order Martial Artist.

Someone like that would be a pillar of strength in Li City.

But here, he was merely a steward.

What kind of person could command such a man's service?

"The master is waiting for you inside," Steward Liu said.

"Good," Wang Tao replied.

They followed Steward Liu toward the inner house. When they reached a small garden, a man over seventy years old was sitting by the pond, fishing.

His expression was calm, giving off an air of leisurely contentment.

Beside him, a youth of thirteen or fourteen sat crouched, looking somewhat bored.

Wang Tao stepped forward: "Elder Mo!"

The old man turned his head, his eyes sweeping over Wang Tao before landing on Lin Mu.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

Lin Mu felt a pang of unease in his heart.

Because just now, it was as if he had been seen through completely.

"Blood Qi Value 7.4, not bad," the old man said.

Lin Mu's expression shifted.

He had never told anyone his Blood Qi Value.

With just one glance, the old man had guessed it roughly.

Though not perfectly accurate, it still spoke to his strength.

"This is his file," Wang Tao said, producing a document and placing it before the old man.

The old man glanced at it, his eyes narrowing again.

"In just over a month, his Blood Qi Value increased by more than 5.0."

He turned his gaze to the youth beside him: "Spar with him."

"Mm," the youth rose and walked over to Lin Mu.

"Grandfather says I should spar with you."

Lin Mu was momentarily taken aback.

Wang Tao gave him a meaningful look from the side.

Lin Mu understood: "Come on."

The moment the words fell, the youth charged forward with astonishing speed.

His hands formed a Tiger Claw, and almost in the blink of an eye, he unleashed dozens of attacks.

Faced with these attacks, Lin Mu was somewhat surprised.

Because the youth before him had a Blood Qi Value no weaker than his own—possibly even stronger.

And he was only thirteen or fourteen.

To reach such a Blood Qi Value at that age—

This was the first time Lin Mu had ever seen it.

Lin Mu's figure dodged swiftly as a series of Dragon's Roars rang out.

He turned his hands into fists and struck toward the youth.

His combat experience was extremely seasoned.

Every time the youth attacked him, he would counter in that instant, making it hard for the youth to handle.

Because the youth's Blood Qi Value was similar to Lin Mu's, but his practical experience wasn't as strong.

However, he quickly shifted his strategy, a faint Golden Light shrouding his Tiger Claws.

His Movement Technique also became incredibly fierce, as if he were a tiger descending a mountain.

Lin Mu then realized that not only was this youth's Blood Qi Value on par with his, but his Movement Technique and Claw Technique were both at Silver Grade.

Moreover, the Martial Skill he was using was of no low rank—at least Third Stage.

Facing such an opponent, he too found it somewhat troublesome.

Because the youth was like a wealthy player with top-tier gear, his Martial Skills perfectly complementing each other.

This allowed him to maximize his combat power.

Lin Mu, on the other hand, was more like a skilled ordinary player with decent equipment.

But his gear was a mishmash of random pieces, and against someone like the youth, there was still a gap in stats.

At that moment, a layer of Mental Power shrouded Lin Mu's fists.

His Fist Technique grew fiercer, bursts of air tearing through the air one after another.

The old man who had been watching the Fish Pond all along showed a slight change in his eyes.

He could sense the Mental Power on Lin Mu.

To have cultivated Mental Power at this age!

This young man was no ordinary person!

Under the state of Mental Augmentation, Lin Mu's Fist Technique became even more sharp.

Wave after wave of attacks came at the youth, forcing him back step by step.

A faint shimmer even appeared on the youth's clothes.

Lin Mu then noticed that the youth's martial strength was also partly due to his clothes, shoes, and socks.

These items were no ordinary goods; they provided a certain degree of enhancement to the youth.

But when facing someone like Lin Mu, who had extremely seasoned combat experience and a strong sense of rhythm in battle, He was still a bit weaker.

After dozens of exchanges, Lin Mu landed a punch on his weak spot.

The youth staggered back several steps, his expression shifting noticeably.

"What a formidable Fist Technique! It actually broke through my Tiger Claw!"

"Let me put on my equipment, and I'll go again!" the youth said, pulling out a pair of Iron Claws, but before he could put them on, The old man's cold voice rang out: "Haven't you embarrassed yourself enough?"

The youth was a bit defiant: "I'm naturally better with weapons. Without them, my combat power is at least twenty percent weaker!"

The old man's eyes turned somewhat cold: "He's also good with weapons—specifically the blade. And he practices the Thunder-Slaying Three Blades. Are you sure you want to go that route?"

The youth's expression shifted.

He had heard of the Thunder-Slaying Three Blades too!

He knew how difficult that Martial Skill was.

For a moment, he looked at Lin Mu with more wariness in his eyes.

To have mastered the Thunder-Slaying Three Blades at this age was no ordinary feat.

"I lost!" Though a bit unwilling, the youth still cupped his hands toward Lin Mu.

"You're too kind!" Lin Mu replied.

The old man's gaze turned to Lin Mu.

"To have cultivated a Martial Skill to this level at your age is truly no small feat. And you also possess Mental Power. Barring any accidents, you will surely become a Fifth-stage Martial Artist in the future."

"I never thought Li City could produce someone like you."

Wang Tao, standing nearby, had a changed expression.

He had indeed seen Lin Mu's sparring videos, but he didn't know Lin Mu had already cultivated Mental Power.

In this world, a Martial Artist with Mental Power and one without were in two completely different worlds.

Moreover, the old man's high praise meant that Lin Mu had a strong chance of becoming a Fifth-stage Martial Artist.

A Fifth-stage Martial Artist!

In Li City, that was a Giant-level existence.

Even Wang Tao wouldn't have the qualifications to meet such a person.

"This guy... he really is a treasure!"