Chapter 100: Practice Makes Progress (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

In the air before Wanda Plaza, a massive black ring, nearly two meters in diameter, appeared in the sight of all.

This ring seemed to open a passage, as countless large-bodied calamity beasts burst forth from it; from the other side of the ring came a roar, as if something sought to pass through.

The black ring was sustained by a beam of light emitted from a black metal box on the ground.

“BOOM!!”

But now, with a thunderous explosion, the metal box self-destructed, and the black ring in the air gradually closed and dissolved into the air.

More than ten minutes later

“Woo woo woo ya~~”

The wailing of 120 ambulances echoed throughout Wanda Plaza, as dozens of ambulances came and went.

Large numbers of personnel were treating the wounded; those with severe injuries were immediately carried into ambulances.

Countless reporters were filming and interviewing simultaneously.

Lin Qi ran from Jin Street, one hand holding a gun, the other carrying his father Lin Zhen; Li Zhou, Jiang Tao, and Jiang Miaoyin followed behind.

“Mr. Lin!!”

Hearing someone call him, he turned to see a panicked yellow-clad store clerk.

“Mr. Lin, you’re safe—that’s all that matters!”

“Thank you for your concern,” Lin Qi nodded.

“By the way, Mr. Lin, your weapon is shattered—I can repair it for free,” the clerk said urgently, spotting the spear.

“Then I’ll leave it to you,” Lin Qi said without hesitation, handing over the Lei Jiao Great Spear.

After dismissing the clerk, he ushered his father Lin Zhen, Li Zhou, Jiang Miaoyin, and Jiang Tao into an ambulance.

At that moment, Yue Feng of the Chi Qiong Martial Arts Gym, not far away, was giving a media interview; his eyes flicked across the dense crowd and spotted a familiar figure, causing him to stiffen.

“Lin Qi?!”

How is he here too?

He felt a pang of relief—thankfully the boy was unharmed; if such a genius were injured, it would be a loss for Tianhai City.

“But Lin Qi is covered in blood, drenched in killing intent.”

“He must have slaughtered many calamity beasts. I’ll check the surveillance footage thoroughly when we get back.”

As a seventh-rank martial artist, he knew well: only those who had fought calamity beasts bore such killing intent.

It was an invisible, special aura—only those of the same kind could sense it.

He sensed Lin Qi’s killing intent was far from shallow—this meant the boy had slain many calamity beasts.

The more he thought, the more extraordinary Lin Qi seemed.

…

In the living room of a certain residential complex, a lively group was chatting.

Suddenly, the television broadcast a news update!

“Breaking news!”

“On January 16 at 10:10 a.m., three small spatial gates simultaneously opened at Wanda Plaza, Lane 21, and Linhai Park in our city.”

“A minor calamity beast surge erupted; after suppression by three martial arts gyms, all three spatial gates have now been sealed. Casualty figures are still being counted.”

“We will continue coverage…”

“…”

The entire room fell silent.

“But Wanda Plaza is the busiest place in Tianhai City—how many must have died?!” an aunt shook her head.

Others began murmuring.

At that moment, Zhang Cheng’s face turned pale—he had recognized several familiar figures in the news.

Lin Qi, wielding a great spear, drenched in blood; Jiang Tao, injured; Li Zhou, pale-faced.

All three of the top geniuses from their high school were there—and they’d all been loaded into the same ambulance.

“Please don’t let anything happen to them,” Zhang Cheng said, unusually anxious.

He immediately picked up his phone and dialed.

Meanwhile, countless people who knew Lin Qi had seen the news and were picking up their phones to send messages.

In a villa in the wealthy district.

Yu Jing, seated on a luxury sofa, watched the news and smiled.

“Getting injured is perfect—better if it’s severe, requiring a long recovery.”

“That’ll delay their cultivation.”

“I feel I’m close to breaking through to the second realm.”

“Once school resumes, I’ll surpass you all one by one,” Yu Jing murmured, smiling to himself.

…

Half an hour later, Tianhai City First People’s Hospital.

“Hurry! Hurry!” “Ahh!!”

“Doctor, save my father, please!!”

Countless medical staff rushed in and out, as countless wounded were dragged into emergency rooms.

The air was thick with the stench of blood.

After cleaning the blood from his body, Lin Qi entered the lobby and found an empty seat to sit.

“Lin Qi brother, here!”

Jiang Miaoyin approached with a large bag, handing it to him—inside were boxed meals and energy drinks.

“You just fought—you must be exhausted.”

“You need to replenish your energy!”

“Thank you, A Miao,” Lin Qi said.

“Don’t be so formal!” Jiang Miaoyin blushed and waved her hand.

!

Lin Qi took out the boxed meal and began eating. Jiang Miaoyin was right—after the tense battle, now that he’d relaxed, he felt profound fatigue.

Had he not possessed the [Dragon Essence, Tiger Vigor] talent, granting him extraordinary stamina, he wouldn’t have endured continuous use of his third killing technique.

With this thought, his gaze returned to his interface.

The situation had been too urgent earlier—he hadn’t had time to check.

【You engaged in your first real combat against a calamity beast, slaying it—your mastery of spear techniques increased significantly: Spear +3%】

【During combat with calamity beasts, your mastery of movement techniques further improved: Movement +2%】

【Spear: Second Stage 16% → 19%】

【Movement: Second Stage 4% → 6%】

…

Lin Qi’s lips curled upward. His first real combat had profoundly honed his spirit and vigor.

Cultivating martial arts was precisely to slay calamity beasts.

Fighting them was true combat—weapons clashing with claws and fangs, blood mingling.

Everything was real—walking the line between life and death, unlike the false world of Chi Realm.

Thus, in this true battle, his mastery of spear techniques had risen another level.

“Books say that ordinary people, facing calamity beasts for the first time, become terrified, trembling, unable to unleash even half their strength.”

“But I’m different—I’m not afraid. I’m excited. I can unleash my full strength.”

“Even surpass it!”

Lin Qi thought inwardly—perhaps he was born to be a warrior.

Moments later, he finished all the boxed meals and drank every drop of the beverages.

“Ding ding!!”

He pulled out his phone and saw dozens of missed calls and dozens of WeChat messages.

All from teachers and classmates asking after his health.

He’d been too busy earlier to check his phone.

He quickly replied, informing them that he, Jiang Tao, and Li Zhou were all fine.

He gave no details of the battle, brushing it off simply.

…

Two hours later, in a spacious ward, two large beds held Lin Zhen and Jiang Tao.

Lin Qi opened the door, carrying payment receipts and a large bag of medicine, followed by Jiang Miaoyin.

“Dad, you’re not seriously hurt—just some bone cracks on your back. Rest for a while, and you’ll be fine.”

“We can be discharged this afternoon.”

Jiang Tao sat up on the adjacent bed.

“Good to hear Mr. Lin is okay!”

“I’m fine too—similar to Mr. Lin. Just some scrapes and muscle tears. Nothing serious.”

“Too bad others weren’t so lucky,” Fang Huiyi sighed.

Everyone fell silent. Compared to others, they were indeed fortunate.

“Mom, relax and prepare for tomorrow’s surgery.”

“I asked Dr. Li—he said the surgery can proceed normally,” Lin Qi changed the subject.

“So Auntie can recover fully? Congratulations!” Jiang Tao added in.

Hearing the good news, Lin Qi’s mother Fang Huiyi smiled.

Lin Qi’s heart also grew calm.

……

(End of Chapter)