Military Combat Techniques?
As this reward appeared, Xu Mu felt the muscle memory return to him once again.
He flexed his arms, and countless techniques flashed through his mind.
This was truly something valuable. Before, Xu Mu had raw strength but lacked proper techniques.
If he had to fight someone, he would just mindlessly throw punches and kicks.
But now, he had mastered military combat techniques.
It’s worth noting that military combat techniques differ from regular martial arts.
Martial arts training has many rules, which serve as a form of protection.
But military combat techniques have no rules—their sole purpose is to incapacitate or kill as quickly and efficiently as possible.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for obtaining 20 cultivation points.]
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for obtaining 20 attribute points.]
...
Xu Mu watched as the rewards gradually popped up, wondering if this eleventh draw would grant him another god-tier ability.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for obtaining a Master-level Painter Certificate.]
All eleven rewards had been drawn.
The final reward wasn’t the guaranteed one but instead gave him a painter certificate.
Xu Mu took a deep breath. Regardless, this round wasn’t bad—especially the military combat techniques.
He got out of bed and went to the bathroom, opening his inventory.
Aside from the Desert Eagle, there were rows of bullets.
Xu Mu deftly opened the magazine, loaded the bullets, and then holstered the gun again.
If danger ever arose, he could immediately draw and use it.
After a quick wash-up, Xu Mu headed downstairs.
He sat on the sofa and checked his guaranteed points this time:
140 cultivation points and 70 attribute points.
He opened his status panel and allocated all the attributes.
First, he maxed out the 140 cultivation points.
Black text appeared before his eyes:
[Congratulations, Host, for advancing to the mid-stage of Ming Jin.]
Xu Mu threw a punch in the air, feeling the force of his fist crackle with power.
As for the attribute points, he chose to balance his physique.
Even though he didn’t yet know the purpose of the "spirit" stat.
After allocating everything, Xu Mu checked his status panel:
Name: Xu Mu
Identity: Villain Saint Body, HR Manager of Xu Corporation
Realm: Mid-stage Ming Jin
Physique: 130
Spirit: 130
Cultivation Points: 40 (Max 100)
Destiny Power: 124
Looking at his stats, Xu Mu stroked his chin and nodded to himself. Compared to the original villain Xu Mu, he was now in a completely different league.
Just then, Xu Mu looked up and noticed Ye Yu had woken up and was coming downstairs.
The moment Ye Yu saw him, a blush spread across her cheeks.
What happened yesterday was still fresh in her mind—and last night, she’d even had an indecent dream.
In the dream, she and Xu Mu had been… well…
"You’re awake?" Xu Mu also felt slightly awkward and took the initiative to greet her.
"Yeah." Ye Yu nodded softly.
"I’ll drive you to school later," Xu Mu said with a smile.
At that moment, Ye Tong also emerged from her room.
Seeing Ye Yu, she patted her shoulder. "I’ll make you breakfast."
"Okay." Ye Yu took a deep breath and forced a smile.
Thinking back, she had once been ready to sacrifice herself for her beliefs. Compared to that, what was happening now was nothing.
Ye Tong quickly prepared breakfast, and the three of them sat down to eat together.
After the meal, Xu Mu gave Ye Tong a few instructions before driving Ye Yu to school in his Porsche 991.
On the way, Xu Mu glanced at Ye Yu in the passenger seat and asked, "Still upset about yesterday?"
"No." Ye Yu shook her head.
She had never been angry—just overwhelmingly embarrassed and shy.
...
When they arrived at the school gate, Ye Yu stepped out of the car.
She waved at Xu Mu. "Bye, Brother-in-law."
Xu Mu smiled and nodded before driving off.
Ye Yu hadn’t walked far before a group of female classmates surrounded her.
Meanwhile, on the other side, a woman with dyed blonde hair, wearing a backpack and a cap, watched Ye Yu from a distance.
It was Lu Xueyao.
Sometimes, she couldn’t help but envy people like Ye Yu.
Wealthy family, no one dared to bully her, plenty of friends.
And that car she had just stepped out of—no doubt it belonged to Xu Mu.
She remembered Xu Mu mentioning Ye Yu’s name last night, so they clearly knew each other.
But Lu Xueyao didn’t know their exact relationship.
Still, an inexplicable pang of jealousy rose in her chest.
...
Xu Mu headed to the company first and specifically called Meng Wanyue to his side.
He needed to keep her pacified—it would buy him time to grow stronger.
"Director Xu, I’ve roughly organized today’s tasks. Please review them."
Meng Wanyue placed a document on his desk.
"Wanyue, are you settling in well at the company?" Xu Mu skimmed through the document.
"It’s alright," Meng Wanyue replied softly.
"Good."
As Xu Mu read, he suddenly pointed at a section. "The CEO is visiting a combat center today?"
"Yes, she plans to invest in an MMA gym," Meng Wanyue answered calmly.
Xu Mu stretched lazily. That sounded exactly like Xu Ningbing.
"Interested in joining?" he asked with a grin. "I remember you’re quite the fighter. Those athletes probably aren’t a match for you, right?"
"Our fighting styles are different. Under their rules, I wouldn’t stand a chance," Meng Wanyue said, shaking her head.
"Then what’s your style? Killing?" Xu Mu looked up at her, half-joking.
Meng Wanyue turned her face away without answering.
Xu Mu smirked and stood up. "Come on, let’s go check out the combat center together today."
Now that he had some knowledge of combat techniques, he understood the difference.
Rules existed to protect fighters—athletes pushed their skills to the limit within those constraints.
Take MMA, for example—the closest thing to real combat. If someone gets caught in a rear-naked choke, it’s game over.
But in a life-or-death fight, you could gouge eyes or strike vulnerable points to force the opponent to loosen their grip.
And if weapons were involved? That was a whole different story.
Of course, this only applied to ordinary people—not ancient martial artists.
Xu Mu drove to the combat center, wondering if he could raise Xu Ningbing’s favorability this time.
After all, she was a Level 10 Destiny holder.
...
Xu Mu and Meng Wanyue arrived at the location together.
Just as they pulled up, Xu Ningbing had also arrived.
Today, she wasn’t wearing her usual office skirt that showed off her legs.
Instead, her upper body was still clad in a tight-fitting women’s blazer, but she had paired it with black trousers.
Her tall figure, coldly beautiful face, and the touch of her glasses made her as striking as ever.
Xu Ningbing noticed Xu Mu and frowned as she approached. "What are you doing here?"
"Sis, did you forget what you promised me?" Xu Mu retorted, looking at her icy expression.
"What did I promise? This has nothing to do with you!" Xu Ningbing turned away coldly.
"This is a place for real men, not weaklings like you."
"That’s going too far. If I’m a weakling, what does that make you? Or have you forgotten—I’m the man here!"
Xu Mu was getting irritated. If given the chance, he’d definitely teach her a lesson.
“You call yourself a man? Just go home!”
Xu Ningbing’s tone was laced with faint mockery. Back when they were kids and got into fights, Xu Mu had never once won against her.
“Our department handles event planning. I’m here to check on their work.”
Hands stuffed in his pockets, Xu Mu trailed behind Xu Ningbing.
“Hmph!”
Xu Ningbing ignored him and followed the staff toward the distant entrance.
The manager of the combat center was already waiting outside. The moment he spotted Xu Ningbing, he hurried over.
“Director Xu, hello! I’m Tian Kai, the person in charge here.”
Tian Kai was a balding middle-aged man with a slightly pudgy build.
“Hello.”
Xu Ningbing shook his hand briefly.
“Director Xu, I’m Liu Langtao. I didn’t expect you to be this stunning.”
The young man standing beside Tian Kai eyed Xu Ningbing with undisguised admiration as he spoke up.
“Mind your words!”
Tian Kai shot Liu Langtao a glare before forcing a smile at Xu Ningbing. “Director Xu, please don’t take it to heart. Liu Langtao here—I’m sure you’re familiar—is one of the leading figures in domestic MMA. He’s even competed in a few matches in the U.S.”
“What can I say? She’s just too beautiful. And single. Couldn’t help myself.” Liu Langtao grinned.
Seeing this, Xu Mu immediately strode toward them. He didn’t like the way the other man was looking at Xu Ningbing.
Xu Ningbing noticed Xu Mu’s approach, surprise flickering in her heart. Was this kid actually about to stand up for her?
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