"Mystic Hegemon Fist? Perfection Realm?"
Staring at the notification, Lin Mo was utterly shocked.
In this world, martial skills had ranks.
From lowest to highest, they were: Unranked, Mortal Grade, Yellow Grade, Mystery Grade, Earth Grade, and Heaven Grade.
So-called Unranked skills were merely some wild, unorthodox fighting techniques.
Mortal Grade skills, meanwhile, were the basic martial skills used by ordinary aspiring martial artists and martial artists.
Not only could they grant a certain degree of fighting skill, but they could also slightly increase Blood Qi.
As for Yellow Grade skills, they were the mainstream martial skills among martial artists and were extremely precious.
Using such martial skills could multiply one's attack power several times over.
As for Profound Grade Martial Skills, martial artists below Fifth Rank had no ability whatsoever to obtain them.
Martial artists were divided into nine ranks, with Ninth Rank being the highest.
Fifth Rank was already a level at which one could become the City Lord.
In other words, Lin Mo now possessed a Profound Grade Martial Skill that not even a City Lord was guaranteed to own.
How could such a surprise not leave him thrilled?
Most crucially, Lin Mo had directly reached the Perfection Realm with this set of martial skills.
What kind of concept was that?
For a set of martial skills, the gap between Beginner, Minor Accomplishment, Major Accomplishment, and Perfection was like a heavenly chasm.
One had to know that even martial artists above Fifth Rank, after obtaining a Profound Grade Martial Skill, mostly only reached the Minor Accomplishment stage.
The few who could step into Major Accomplishment were already terrifyingly strong.
Those who reached the Perfection Realm were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns.
Of course, it was not that Great Martial Artists of Seventh, Eighth, or Ninth Rank could not train a Profound Grade Martial Skill to Perfection, but they might already possess Earth Grade Martial Skills.
After obtaining Earth Grade, or even higher Heaven Grade Martial Skills, who would still spend the effort to train a Profound Grade Martial Skill to Perfection?
Shaking his head, Lin Mo stopped thinking about all that messy nonsense.
For now, a Profound Grade Martial Skill was absolutely enough for him.
In an instant, with merely an opening stance, Lin Mo's entire aura underwent an earth-shaking transformation.
As expected of a Profound Grade Martial Skill. The pressure of its aura alone was something Military Boxing could never compare with.
Lin Mo calmed his mind and focused his breath, then followed the moves of the Hegemon Fist and threw a punch.
"Boom!"
As the punch flew out, the air around his fist seemed to explode suddenly, letting out a low hum.
"Crack!"
What surprised Lin Mo even more was that a small tree five meters away snapped in response.
"Damn, Internal Energy Projection?"
This scene left Lin Mo completely dumbfounded.
Normally, one had to reach Fourth Rank before being able to achieve Internal Energy Projection.
Martial artists from First to Third Rank, when all was said and done, merely accumulated Blood Qi Value and strengthened the combat power of their physical bodies.
Only after stepping into Fourth Rank could they project Internal Energy and injure enemies several meters away.
Yet Lin Mo had only just barely crossed the Blood Qi Value threshold of a martial artist, and he had already done it. It was simply outrageous.
But along with the surprise came exhaustion.
Before he had even finished a set of Hegemon Fist, Lin Mo already felt himself running out of strength.
He had a Profound Grade Martial Skill, and his mastery had indeed reached Perfection. Performing it was incomparably smooth.
But his current Blood Qi was a shortcoming.
Though Lin Mo had already stepped through the threshold of martial artists, using this little Blood Qi to perform a Profound Grade Martial Skill at the Perfection Realm was still far from enough.
"My Blood Qi Value is still too low. At most, I can throw three punches like this before I have no strength left."
After sensing it out, Lin Mo gave a bitter smile.
Still, he was already very satisfied.
At the same time that Military Boxing had evolved into the Mystic Hegemon Fist, his Military Boxing had also reached the Perfection Realm.
Now, even if he only used Military Boxing, he already held a tremendous advantage against people his own age.
After tidying up and stepping onto the Blood Qi testing machine once more to confirm his current Blood Qi Value,
Lin Mo hummed a little tune as he headed home.
"Xiao Mo, back from your morning training?"
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Just as he reached the entrance of his home, a gentle voice rang out.
"Yeah, Uncle Zheng."
Seeing the man leaning on a cane, his face covered in stubble, Lin Mo smiled.
Zheng Heping was a friend of his parents in this life.
He had also participated in the operation where Lin Mo's parents had fallen.
Before they died, his parents entrusted Lin Mo to him.
It was also for Lin Mo's sake that Zheng Heping had remained single all these years, caring for him deeply and treating him as his own son.
If Lin Mo had relied solely on the small pension left by his parents, he truly would not have been able to live properly until now.
Tuition and living expenses alone were already stretched thin.
Not to mention the nutritional expenses required to become a martial artist.
Without Zheng Heping, Lin Mo could not have devoted himself wholeheartedly to arduous training all these years. He might not even have had time to spare after school, being busy working part-time.
"Uncle Zheng, is something wrong?"
Seeing Zheng Heping hesitate as if he wanted to speak but held back, Lin Mo asked in confusion.
"Let's go inside first."
Zheng Heping glanced around and smiled mysteriously.
After opening the door, Lin Mo and Zheng Heping went inside.
Before Lin Mo could say anything, Zheng Heping directly shut the door.
Then, under Lin Mo's puzzled gaze, he carefully took a jade bottle from his bosom.
"Vitality Potion!"
Lin Mo recognized it at once.
Moreover, judging from the bottle, it was not an ordinary Vitality Potion. It was the Supreme Vitality Potion most highly praised and most expensive on the market.
An ordinary Vitality Potion could only increase one's Blood Qi Value by 0.01 to 0.03 points per bottle.
Though the number seemed small, it was already not low.
With normal arduous cultivation, it could take a long time to increase one's Blood Qi by even that much.
Even such a potion cost over ten thousand per bottle.
As for premium Vitality Potions, drinking one could increase Blood Qi Value by 0.05 to 0.1 points.
But such potions started at fifty thousand per bottle, and sometimes were even driven up to one hundred thousand.
Yet what Zheng Heping held in his hand now was a Supreme Vitality Potion.
One bottle of such a potion could increase Blood Qi Value by at least 0.5 points, and with luck, even by 1 point.
This kind of potion needed the essence blood of a King Grade Mutant Beast as its catalyst, making it extraordinarily expensive.
A single bottle sold for at least five hundred thousand, and even then, it was something money could not buy.
A King Grade Mutant Beast was equivalent to a human Seventh-grade Martial Artist.
Ordinary martial artists could not hunt one.
Five hundred thousand was no small sum for either Lin Mo or Zheng Heping.
Before Zheng Heping was injured, he had only been a Grade 2 Martial Artist. Even for him, earning five hundred thousand would have taken some effort and time.
After that operation, not only had his meridians shattered, but one of his legs had been crippled. He could no longer fight in the wilderness.
For him now, earning five hundred thousand was far too difficult!
Yet even so, Zheng Heping had still bought this bottle of Supreme Vitality Potion for Lin Mo. How could Lin Mo not be moved?
"Uncle Zheng, this... this is too precious."
"Silly child, your parents saved my life. What does this amount to? It's also because your Uncle Zheng is useless, unable to give you better conditions..."
As though he had recalled something, Zheng Heping was briefly lost in thought, a trace of helplessness appearing in his eyes.
"Alright, you're already in your third year of high school. The college entrance examination is only three months away. Hurry and drink it! Work harder and get into a better Martial University when the time comes, so your parents' spirits in heaven can be comforted."
Without giving him any room to refuse, Zheng Heping directly stuffed the Vitality Potion into Lin Mo's hand.
Looking at the Vitality Potion in his hand, Lin Mo's eyes instantly welled up with tears.
He had always been deeply grateful for Zheng Heping's care over the years.
"Alright, I'll drink it! Thank you, Uncle Zheng."
"Silly child, why are you being so polite with me? Hurry up and drink."
Zheng Heping was only around forty, yet his face bore the weathered marks of age. At that moment, however, he smiled warmly, his face blooming like a flower.
[ Ding, you consumed the Supreme Vitality Potion painstakingly saved up by Zheng Heping, triggering a critical hit and obtaining a Hundredfold Return. ]
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