Profound Grade Martial Skill: Overbearing! (Seeking Collection)

"Profound Grade Hegemon Fist... Perfection Realm?"

Staring at this notification, Lin Mo's heart shook with shock.

In this world, martial skills had grades.

From low to high, they were divided into: Unranked, Mortal Grade, Yellow Grade, Profound Grade, Earth Grade, and Heaven Grade.

So-called Unranked meant some wild, unorthodox fighting techniques.

As for Mortal Grade, those were the basic martial skills used by ordinary quasi-martial artists and martial artists.

They not only provided some fighting technique but also slightly increased Blood Qi.

As for Yellow Grade, that was the mainstream martial skill for martial artists, extremely precious.

Using such a skill could multiply one's attack power several times over.

As for Profound Grade martial skills, martial artists below the fifth rank had no ability to obtain them at all.

Martial artists were divided into nine ranks, with the ninth being the highest.

The fifth rank was already at the level of being able to become a City Lord.

In other words, a Profound Grade martial skill that even a City Lord might not necessarily possess—Lin Mo now had it.

With such a surprise, how could he not be excited?

Most crucially, Lin Mo had directly reached the Perfection Realm with this set of skills.

What did that concept mean?

A set of martial skills, from Initiation, Minor Success, Major Success, to Perfection—the gap between each realm was like a chasm.

One had to know that even martial artists above the fifth rank, if they possessed a Profound Grade skill, were mostly only at the Minor Success realm.

A few who could step into Major Success were already terrifyingly strong.

Those who reached the Perfection Realm were almost as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

Of course, those seventh, eighth, and ninth rank Great Martial Artists weren't incapable of training a Profound Grade skill to Perfection, but they might already have Earth Grade skills in hand.

Once they had Earth Grade or even higher Heaven Grade skills, who would still bother to train a Profound Grade skill to Perfection?

Shaking his head, Lin Mo stopped thinking about random things.

For now, a Profound Grade martial skill was absolutely enough for him.

In an instant, with just a single starting stance, Lin Mo's entire aura underwent a earth-shattering change.

As expected of a Profound Grade martial skill—just the pressure of its aura alone was incomparable to Military Boxing.

Lin Mo calmed his mind and, following the moves of Hegemon Fist, punched out.

"Boom!"

With this punch, the air around his fist seemed to explode suddenly, letting out a low roar.

"Crack!"

What Lin Mo hadn't expected was that a small tree five meters away snapped and fell with the sound.

"What the—Internal Energy Projection?"

This scene directly stunned Lin Mo.

To achieve Internal Energy Projection, one generally had to step into the fourth rank before being able to do it.

Martial artists from the first to third ranks, to put it bluntly, were just continuously accumulating Blood Qi Value and strengthening their physical combat power.

Only after stepping into the fourth rank could one achieve Internal Energy Projection, injuring an enemy from several meters away.

But now, Lin Mo had only barely crossed the Blood Qi Value threshold of a martial artist and had already done it—it was simply outrageous.

However, following the surprise came exhaustion.

Before he had even finished one set of Hegemon Fist, Lin Mo already felt his strength failing him.

He had the Profound Grade martial skill, and his realm had indeed reached Perfection, making execution smooth and flawless.

But his current Blood Qi was a weak point.

Though Lin Mo had stepped into the threshold of a martial artist, this amount of Blood Qi was still barely enough to execute a Perfection Realm Profound Grade skill.

"Blood Qi Value is still too low. Like this, I can at most throw three punches before I'm spent."

After feeling it out, Lin Mo smiled bitterly.

Still, he was already very satisfied.

At the same time that Military Boxing had evolved into Profound Grade Hegemon Fist, his Military Boxing had also reached the Perfection Realm.

Now, just using Military Boxing, he already had a great advantage over peers his age.

Packing up, he stepped onto the Blood Qi tester again, confirmed his current Blood Qi Value, and then...

Humming a little tune, Lin Mo headed home.

"Xiao Mo, back from morning training?"

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Just as he reached the doorstep, a gentle voice sounded.

"Yeah, Uncle Zheng."

Looking at the man leaning on a cane with a stubbly face, Lin Mo broke into a smile.

Zheng Heping was a close friend of his parents from their lifetime.

He had also taken part in the operation the day his parents fell.

Before dying, his parents entrusted Lin Mo to him.

It was for Lin Mo's sake that Zheng Heping remained single to this day, taking care of him as if he were his own son.

If it weren't for the pension his parents left behind, it really wouldn't have been enough to support Lin Mo's life until now.

Even tuition and living expenses were barely enough.

Let alone the nutritional costs needed to become a martial artist.

Without Zheng Heping, Lin Mo wouldn't have been able to devote himself fully to training all these years; he'd probably have been busy working after school just to get by.

"Uncle Zheng, is something up?"

Seeing Zheng Heping hesitate as if he wanted to say something, Lin Mo asked curiously.

"Let's talk inside."

Zheng Heping glanced around, smiled mysteriously, and said.

Opening the door, Lin Mo and Zheng Heping walked in.

Before Lin Mo could say anything, Zheng Heping directly closed the door.

Then, under Lin Mo's puzzled gaze, he carefully pulled a jade bottle from his chest.

"Vitality Potion!"

At a single glance, Lin Mo recognized it.

And judging by the bottle, this wasn't just any vitality potion—it was the most sought-after and expensive kind on the market: a Supreme Vitality Potion.

An ordinary vitality potion, downed in one go, could only increase Blood Qi Value by 0.01 to 0.03 cal.

Don't underestimate that tiny amount; it was already considerable.

Normally, you'd have to train hard for a long time just to increase Blood Qi by that much.

Even such a potion cost over ten thousand.

As for high-quality vitality potions, drinking one could increase Blood Qi by 0.05 to 0.1 cal.

But those started at fifty thousand at least, sometimes even being hyped up to a hundred thousand.

Yet, what Zheng Heping held in his hand now was a Supreme Vitality Potion.

One bottle of this could increase Blood Qi by at least 0.5 points, and with luck, even 1 point.

This kind of potion required King Grade exotic beast essence blood as a catalyst, making it extremely expensive.

A single bottle cost at least five hundred thousand, and even then, it was hard to find.

King Grade exotic beasts were equivalent to Grade 7 human martial artists.

Ordinary martial artists couldn't hunt them.

Five hundred thousand was a hefty sum for both Lin Mo and Zheng Heping.

Before Zheng Heping got injured, he was only a Grade 2 Martial Artist; earning that five hundred thousand would have taken some effort and time.

After that last operation, not only were his meridians shattered, but one leg was also crippled—he could no longer fight in the wild.

Now, for him to earn five hundred thousand was far too difficult!

Yet despite all that, Zheng Heping still bought this Supreme Vitality Potion for Lin Mo. How could Lin Mo not be moved?

"Uncle Zheng, this... it's too precious."

"Silly child, your parents saved my life. What's this compared to that? It's just that your Uncle Zheng is useless, unable to give you better conditions..."

As if reminded of something, Zheng Heping was lost in thought for a moment, a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

"Alright, you're a senior in high school now. In three months, the college entrance exam is coming. Drink it quickly! Work hard and get into a good martial arts university, so your parents' spirits in heaven can rest easy."

Without letting Lin Mo argue, Zheng Heping shoved the vitality potion into his hands.

Looking at the vitality potion in his hands, Lin Mo's eyes instantly welled up.

All these years, he was grateful for Zheng Heping's care.

"Alright, I'll drink it! Thank you, Uncle Zheng."

"Silly child, why be so polite between us? Hurry up and drink."

Zheng Heping, only around forty years old but with a weathered face, now smiled warmly, his face blooming like a flower.

[Ding, you have consumed the Supreme Vitality Potion painstakingly saved up by Zheng Heping, triggering a critical hit. You have received a Hundredfold Return.]

"What the hell, that works too?"