"Secret medicines, breathing skills, hammering methods, martial arts skills—these Secret Martial Martial Artists really burn through money and time."
As Qin Muye was flipping through the Pan Turtle Sect Secret Martial book, he had a sense that something was amiss after reading it.
"Incomplete? All this secrecy..." Qin Muye quickly realized that the Pan Turtle Sect Secret Martial book in his hands, which was obtained from the Pan Turtle martial arts gym, was actually just a subsidiary branch of the Pan Turtle Sect Secret Martial Sect. How could it possibly contain the complete inheritance?
"However, the Spirit Monsters are quite adept at blending in. I reckon they'll be able to infiltrate the Pan Turtle Sect soon." Qin Muye has never underestimated Spirit Monsters, especially those that specialize in espionage and acting as spies. They have undergone professional training and can adjust to their external environment.
"This is the situation, Elder, the Wild Lion Sect is truly despicable, they even exploited our Blood Rose Society and Yin Snake Sect," Zuo Qiu Qing indignantly said.
The voluptuous woman beside him was looking at Qin Muye's corpse, her expression filled with incredulity, "Are you sure this is just an ordinary person? Even in death, there is a strong aura exuding from his body. If I were to face him, I would only have a fifty percent chance of winning!"
'No... it's just me fooling another fool again, and Strongman Style has leveled up again...' When Qin Muye played dead, he glanced at his Strongman Style, which was now +3. This temporary skill was really a trap; it leveled up each time he won, not getting increasingly difficult to upgrade like some skills do.
'Look at this, I think it's going to level up again.'