Switching Breathing Methods!

"What?!" Su Yunwan thought she had misheard. Her beautiful eyes widened instantly.

"De... deduce? You mean, you got that fragmentary scroll, read it once, and then... deduced the two missing forms yourself, including the core artistic conception and force-exertion method?!"

That was even harder for her to accept than Lin Ming already knowing it! Deducing a flawed martial skill, especially one above B-rank involving the circulation of qi and blood and spiritual artistic conception, was an unimaginably difficult undertaking!

It required deep martial foundations, extraordinary comprehension, and a profound understanding of the essence of martial skills!

This could no longer be described as merely "gifted." This was simply... monstrous! A freak!

"Mm." Lin Ming nodded without changing expression, then even added,

"I've always had a pretty good feel for martial skills. To me, incomplete martial skills are like puzzles missing a corner. Sometimes, after looking at them for a while, I can tell roughly what the missing piece should look like and how to fill it in."

He spoke lightly, as though it were an insignificant little matter.

Naturally, he could not say that he had relied on the system.

Su Yunwan sucked in a breath. The way she looked at Lin Ming changed completely. Her earlier shock and scrutiny turned into the blazing fervor of someone who had discovered a priceless treasure! He could deduce incomplete martial skills!

What did that mean?! It meant that those incomplete martial skills and cultivation methods gathering dust in the martial arts vault, their value greatly diminished, might be reborn in his hands!

It meant that many lost supreme arts could be repaired and completed! Their strategic value was simply beyond estimation!

"Lin Ming!" Su Yunwan suddenly grabbed the arm Lin Ming had not injured. Her grip was so strong that even Lin Ming frowned slightly.

"You can't stay here any longer! Blade Camp is too dangerous! You're using gold as though it were a stone! Your ability should be used somewhere more valuable!

"I'll immediately submit a report to my superiors and request that you be transferred out of Blade Camp, to the logistics department—no, to a research institute! Or I can directly recommend you to the Heavenly Crafts Institute of China's highest martial academy! That's where you should be!"

Her tone was urgent and sincere. She was genuinely thinking of Lin Ming, and she was excited that his "ability" would not go to waste.

Yet after hearing her out, Lin Ming froze.

Well, damn.

Repaying kindness with enmity, was she?

Transfer him out of Blade Camp?

Then what about his Kill Points?!

What did he rely on to improve his strength so quickly? This was precisely it—the Blade Camp, where the death rate was horrifyingly high and Mutated Beasts came in an endless stream!

To him, this place was not hell. It was a treasure ground for grinding monsters and leveling up! It was the only shortcut to earning Kill Points, rapidly growing stronger, and going back for revenge!

Go to a research institute? Go to the Heavenly Crafts Institute? Spend all day staring at piles of old papers and deducing martial skills? Where would the Kill Points come from then? Meditation?

Absolutely not!

"No." Lin Ming rejected her flatly, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

"Why?!" Su Yunwan grew anxious.

"Do you know how dangerous it is to stay here? Today, you were able to kill the Blood Wolf King across tiers because of luck, coincidence, and because I risked my life to create an opening for you! What about next time? The time after that? What if an even stronger Third Tier, or even Tier Four Mutated Beast commander appears? You'll die!"

"I like it here," Lin Ming said expressionlessly.

"You like it here?!" Su Yunwan choked on her anger, pointing outside at the bloody battlefield and the wounded soldiers crying out in pain.

"You like this meat grinder? You like living each day not knowing whether you'll see the next? Lin Ming, don't be foolish! Your ability..."

"I also like the comrades here." Lin Ming cut her off, his gaze shifting beyond the medical station to Old Wang and the others, who were sneaking glances in their direction.

"They saved my life, and I saved theirs. If I leave, I won't be at ease."

His words were half true, half false. He did feel some attachment to Old Wang and the others, but more importantly, he could not leave this "auspicious land" for earning Kill Points.

Outside, although Old Wang, Old Black, and the others could not hear the conversation clearly, they saw Lin Ming looking their way and vaguely caught words like "comrades" and "won't be at ease." One by one, their fierce eyes brimmed with tears, moved beyond measure.

"Kid Lin... what loyalty!"

"Being brothers with Madman Lin in this life has been worth it!"

"Whoever the hell wants to transfer Madman Lin away, I'll fight him to the death!"

Su Yunwan followed Lin Ming's gaze and saw those Death Squad members, their faces filled with emotion as though they would gladly repay him with their lives. For a moment, she was speechless.

She could tell that Lin Ming's words were not entirely an excuse. This kid seemed to possess an unusual persistence toward those he acknowledged.

"You... you really won't reconsider?" Su Yunwan still wanted to make one final effort.

"I won't." Lin Ming shook his head, his tone calm but resolute. "I appreciate Major Su's goodwill. But I have reasons why I must stay here."

As for what those reasons were, naturally, he would not say.

Su Yunwan stared at him for a full ten seconds. In his eyes, she saw only unfathomable calm and an unalterable determination.

She knew she could not persuade this stubborn fellow, stubborn as a stone.

"Fine." In the end, she let out a defeated sigh. She was somewhat helpless, but the look in her eyes as she watched Lin Ming became even more complicated.

"However," Su Yunwan changed the subject, and light rekindled in her eyes, "since you can deduce martial skills, then... can you do me a favor?"

"What favor?"

"I have some other incomplete martial skills that I've never been able to cultivate." Su Yunwan looked at Lin Ming expectantly.

"Can you... help me take a look and deduce them? I won't ask you to work for nothing! I can pay Merit Points, or trade other resources!"

Lin Ming's heart stirred. Deducing martial skills? For him, as long as the system recorded the information from the fragmentary scroll, he could repair and complete it by spending Kill Points.

This was practically an opportunity delivered to his doorstep—an opportunity to learn more martial skills and perhaps even strike it lucky with high-level ones.

Besides, Su Yunwan seemed to have no ordinary background. Building a good relationship with her could only benefit him.

"I can give it a try." Lin Ming did not make promises too readily. "But I can't guarantee it will work, nor can I guarantee that what I deduce will be the original version."

"That's fine! As long as you're willing to look!" Su Yunwan was overjoyed and hurriedly said, "I won't let you work for nothing either. We'll share any martial skills you deduce! And..."

She hesitated, as if making up her mind, then lowered her voice. "When I watched you fight, your qi and blood circulation seemed somewhat sluggish, and you recovered slowly after bursts of power... What Breathing Method do you cultivate?"

Lin Ming glanced at her and answered frankly, "Basic Breathing Method."

"What?!" Su Yunwan nearly cried out. She quickly covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes full of disbelief.

"Basic Breathing Method?! You... you reached Tier Two by relying on the Basic Breathing Method? And... and even killed a Third Tier Mutated Beast across tiers?!"

This news shocked her even more than Lin Ming's ability to deduce martial skills! What was the Basic Breathing Method?

It was the most rudimentary, least efficient universal method, used to lay foundations during a martial artist's beginner stage!

Any martial artist with even slightly better circumstances would find a way to replace it with a more advanced Breathing Method in the First Realm. This was the foundation of martial cultivation! If the foundation was poor, later cultivation would take twice the effort for half the result, and one's potential would be limited.

Yet Lin Ming had used the most rubbish Basic Breathing Method to forge such a terrifying path?

This could no longer be explained by talent alone. The potential of his body and qi and blood was simply horrifying!

The way Su Yunwan looked at Lin Ming was as though she were staring at a young ferocious beast from ancient times, wearing human skin.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?" Lin Ming asked knowingly. Of course he knew the Basic Breathing Method was rubbish, but he had never had the means to obtain a better one.