Consecutive Victories

After leaving the martial arts hall, Lin Mu headed toward the Virtual Duel Hall.

It was one of the most popular places in Li City.

There, martial artists could engage in virtual duels.

Some gamblers could also place bets.

These bets had limits, and the Virtual Duel Hall took a cut.

Even so, people still got hooked on it.

Upon arriving at the Virtual Duel Hall, many people were staring at the big screen, and some gamblers were shouting.

Lin Mu walked to the side, registered briefly, and was led to the back of the Virtual Duel Hall.

He entered a private room where a Virtual Pod sat.

Lin Mu lay down inside, and mechanical sounds rang out.

Soon, Lin Mu entered the virtual space.

According to the rules of virtual duels, newcomers received a subsidy, earning 10 Points for each victory.

One Point could be exchanged for 100 yuan.

If they reached the 1-Star rank, they would also get a 20,000 yuan reward.

That was why so many people liked coming here.

After Lin Mu set his name and adjusted his appearance, he was teleported to a dueling platform.

Before him, a burly man over 1.9 meters tall materialized.

On the distant big screen, numbers kept rolling.

Soon, the numbers on the burly man's side reached around forty thousand.

Lin Mu was slightly stunned; he knew that was the amount gamblers had bet.

"Didn't expect a rookie. No wonder no one bet on you!" the burly man said coldly.

"Can they see my info?"

"No shit! How else would these people place bets?" the burly man snapped.

"Then can I bet on myself?"

"Of course! But you're just a greenhorn, no match for me." The burly man's face showed disdain as he tapped his finger.

The forty-thousand bet instantly became fifty thousand.

Clearly, he had bet ten thousand on himself.

Lin Mu pondered, and with a thought, a display screen appeared. He operated it.

Five thousand yuan landed under his name.

The bets became five thousand versus fifty thousand.

A cold smirk curled on the burly man's lips: "A reckless fool who doesn't know when to quit."

"Can't I have confidence in myself?" Lin Mu countered.

"Then I'll show you how hard it is to make money here!" the burly man barked. As the signal to start the match fell, his figure lunged at Lin Mu.

Hundreds of fist shadows rained down on Lin Mu.

Lin Mu stepped back.

But before he could evade the burly man's attack, a vicious, ruthless fist shadow shot toward his face.

A Dragon's Roar echoed from Lin Mu's body.

His figure moved like a flood dragon, and a terrifying fist force blasted forward.

Boom!

A thunderous roar erupted.

The burly man's figure stumbled back repeatedly.

Surprise flickered in his eyes.

He was a veteran of the dueling grounds, having fought dozens of battles.

His combat experience was rich.

According to duel rules, the Blood Qi Value difference between the two sides wouldn't exceed 0.05.

Yet under these conditions, Lin Mu had forced him back.

Excitement lit up Lin Mu's face.

He knew the burly man had abundant practical experience, but his technique was inferior.

And at that moment, as he forced the big man back, a voice from the system echoed in his mind.

"Completed one live sparring session. Obtained 73x efficiency."

In an instant, a flood of thoughts surged through his mind—analyses of the battle that had just taken place.

On the surface, it seemed he had only exchanged blows with the big man once.

But in reality, it had already been seventy or eighty times.

The big man's attack patterns were completely seen through by him.

His practical combat experience had also improved noticeably.

"Interesting," Lin Mu thought to himself.

His figure moved, like a tiger or leopard charging down the mountain, and in almost an instant, he was before the big man.

The big man turned both hands into fists, layers of fist shadows surging forth at that moment.

But right then, the sound of a dragon's roar rose from Lin Mu's body.

A single fist shadow materialized, erupting with immense power in an instant, striking toward the big man from an extremely tricky angle.

It shattered the big man's fist shadows in a flash and landed heavily on his body.

The big man's figure stumbled backward repeatedly, his eyes filled with utter disbelief.

The fist technique he cultivated had shadows that were both real and illusory, a highly sophisticated method.

Yet before Lin Mu, all of it was as if it didn't exist.

If this weren't the Virtual Duel Hall, he would have thought the young man before him was some kind of martial arts grandmaster.

Before he could recover his wits, Lin Mu pounced on him again, his fists like thunder, a dragon emerging from the sea.

A dull blow landed on his chest.

The big man's figure flew backward, crashing down outside the arena.

A mechanical voice rang out at that moment.

"Winner: Lin Ying."

Lin Mu's figure was teleported back, remaining in his own virtual space.

And in his account, nine thousand five hundred yuan appeared.

The five hundred yuan deducted was the Virtual Duel Hall's cut.

Lin Mu's Points also increased by 10.

He looked at his virtual character.

"Virtual Nickname: Lin Ying."

"Current Rank: None."

"Points: 10 (Note: After the newbie protection period ends, each match requires paying corresponding Points; if Points are insufficient, they must be purchased with money.)"

"..."

"Continue!"

Lin Mu called out.

Before long, his figure was teleported again.

Across from him, a young man in his twenties appeared.

Numbers scrolled on the distant large screen.

No one was betting on Lin Mu's side yet.

Because he was just a newcomer—though he had one win under his belt, everyone still trusted the veterans more.

Lin Mu raised a single hand and directly placed a bet of nine thousand five hundred on himself.

But at that moment, a prompt appeared.

"Insufficient permissions. During the newbie period, you may bet a maximum of three times per day, five thousand each time."

Lin Mu was a bit helpless, adjusted the amount, and the number on his side increased by five thousand.

"Betting on yourself—you're pretty confident, huh!" The young man standing across from Lin Mu had a hint of a smile on his lips.

"Just giving myself a little encouragement," Lin Mu said.

"Alright! Out of respect for you being a newbie, I won't make your loss too ugly," the young man said.

"No problem!" Lin Mu replied.

As the mechanical voice sounded, the young man charged at Lin Mu.

He was very fast, his legwork extremely refined.

But after only a few exchanges with Lin Mu, he was struck in a vital point, and his figure flew backward.

A mechanical voice rang out.

"Winner: Lin Ying."

Once again leaving the arena, the money in Lin Mu's account had become fourteen thousand.

His Points had also increased by ten.

"Indeed, this is where the money comes fast. But it's a pity the rookie period only lasts ten matches, and after obtaining a rank, the Blood Qi Value restrictions will gradually disappear, and the opponents I face will get stronger and stronger."

Lin Mu thought quietly to himself.

With the system in his possession, anyone with the same Blood Qi Value was no match for him.