Training Camp Rules

Lin Mu's fists were clenched tight; he could feel his stamina rapidly draining.

The dark-skinned man behind him kept closing in, an extremely terrifying aura surging from his body.

If this continued, there was a good chance he would be overtaken.

Lin Mu let out a light breath and executed Flowing Dragon Steps.

Dragon roars echoed from his body.

His figure shot forward like a wandering dragon.

This scene stunned quite a few onlookers.

"Holy shit, he can still use a Martial Skill!"

"Is there something wrong with that Weighted Vest? Normally, ninety percent of a person's Blood Qi is sealed off—how could he possibly use a Martial Skill!"

"Just how high is this kid's Blood Qi Value?"

"Maybe it's his physique. He probably has some special constitution too!"

"..."

Amid their murmurs, Lin Mu's speed kept increasing. He crossed the finish line a full several hundred meters ahead of the dark-skinned man.

As this happened, some of the instructors in charge of scoring felt a stir in their hearts.

They had thought the opening spotlight would belong to the dark-skinned man.

No one expected a Dark Horse to burst onto the scene!

Lin Mu stopped, panting heavily. A system notification sounded at that moment.

"Weighted Assault Training completed. Efficiency multiplier: 123x."

Lin Mu let out a light breath. He could feel his blood and qi rapidly recovering, and his adaptability to this kind of training was also improving.

At that moment, the Weighted Vest on his body suddenly fell off.

Lin Mu couldn't help but let out a groan.

It felt as if his previously clogged meridians had been instantly cleared—a sudden, enlightening sensation washed over him.

Lin Mu's gaze turned to the system interface.

"Name: Lin Mu." "Blood Qi Value: 7.78 points." "Mental Strength: 1.8 points." "Skills: Fist Technique (Silver Grade 6%), Movement Technique (Silver Grade 37%), Blade Technique (Silver Grade 21%)." "Secret Art: Dragon Secret Art Fragment (Minor Success 50%)." "Breathing Technique: Xuanmu Breathing Technique Fragment (Minor Success 50%)." "Cultivation Method: Dragon Serpent Body Tempering Technique (Minor Success 30%)." "Martial Skills: Dragon Roar Fist (Perfection), Flowing Dragon Steps (Perfection), Dragon's Thousand-Mile Stride (Major Success 23%), Immovable Rock Golden Body (Minor Success 99%), Berserk Strike (Major Success 12%), Thunder Extermination Strike (Minor Success 29%), Mental Augmentation (Minor Success 10%)." "..."

Seeing this, his expression shifted noticeably.

This weighted training had such a clear effect on his body's enhancement.

It was equivalent to several days of bitter cultivation.

"No wonder it's the Training Camp. It really has its unique merits," Lin Mu thought to himself.

At that moment, the dark-skinned man walked over to him.

He looked at Lin Mu and asked, somewhat stammering, "You... what's your... name!"

Lin Mu: "Lin Mu."

"I... I'm... Tan Ci! You... you're really strong!" The dark-skinned man gave a thumbs up.

"You're impressive too."

"I... I'm not as strong as you... My dad said... when I meet someone... stronger than me... I should... learn from him!" Tan Ci said.

"Let's improve together." A hint of a smile appeared on Lin Mu's face.

Tan Ci nodded slightly.

The others also crossed the finish line one after another.

When they saw Lin Mu, they were all somewhat surprised.

They had no idea where Lin Mu came from, that he could take first place in this competition.

And among them, a fair-skinned man with a hint of gloom in his eyes shot Lin Mu a look of hostility.

As if he held some grudge against him.

Lin Mu's eyes narrowed slightly.

He had noticed this during the competition, but he didn't know the other party.

Now that the match was over, the hostility directed at him was still this obvious—clearly, something was wrong.

Several mentors walked over at that moment.

A man in a purple robe looked at Lin Mu, a hint of approval in his gaze.

"Didn't expect that this year's Third High School would have someone like you!"

A smile appeared on Lin Mu's face: "Thank you for the praise!"

"Don't get too cocky! The Training Camp lasts a month, and many people will unlock their potential along the way, making rapid progress!"

"Besides, this is just a small appetizer!" the Purple-Robed Mentor said.

"Understood!" Lin Mu nodded.

The Purple-Robed Mentor didn't say more. His gaze swept over the others as he tallied their information.

About half an hour later, more and more people arrived here. The vast majority were exhausted to the point of collapse, dropping straight to the ground, unable to muster a shred of strength.

Some even immediately took out Potions and swallowed them, letting out comfortable sounds from their mouths.

The several mentors observed their conditions, silently scoring them.

Another hour passed, and everyone had arrived. A figure with graying temples stepped onto the high platform, his eyes scanning the crowd.

"I am very dissatisfied with this result. Several trainees fainted on the road. These people will face punishment once they enter the Training Camp!"

"Furthermore, in the next training session, we will not extend a helping hand. If you die on the road because of it, that's your own doing!"

"We don't need trash here!"

The Old Man paused, then continued: "Also, I need to explain the rules of the Training Camp to you!"

"Everything in the Training Camp costs a fee. The currency is not money—it's Points!"

"If you don't have enough Points, go train. Every hour of training earns you ten Points. Here, everything you want requires effort!"

"Now, announcing the winners: First place, Lin Mu, receives 500 Points!"

"Second place, Tan Ci, receives 300 Points."

"Third place, Long Yu, receives 200 Points."

"The remaining fourth through tenth places receive 100 Points!"

The Old Man spoke slowly.

Lin Mu's expression shifted slightly.

Taking first place only earned 500 Points.

The difficulty of earning Points in the Training Camp was probably not low.

"Everyone, follow me into the Training Camp!" The Old Man waved a hand, and the large gate not far away slowly opened.

He turned and walked inside.

Lin Mu and the others followed closely behind.

As they entered the Training Camp, their expressions changed noticeably.

The entire camp was wrapped in a Formation.

The moment they stepped inside, they could feel their bodies as if under pressure.

Qian Mu somehow appeared beside Lin Mu and whispered: "There's a Gravity Array set up here by a strong expert. It limits a trainee's ability by a third, and no matter how high your cultivation is, it stabilizes at that level!"

Lin Mu nodded slightly. He understood very well that under these conditions, improvement was fastest.

He also deeply felt the difficulty of the Training Camp.

"Everyone, pair up in twos and pick your lodging. Men and women are forbidden from sharing rooms!" the Purple-Robed Mentor announced to the crowd at that moment.

Their gazes turned forward, where rows of dormitory buildings stood not far away.

Many figures headed that way.

Lin Mu hesitated for a moment, then walked forward slowly.