From Martial Arts Dungeon to Master of Martial Arts

In the dim light, Mu Sheng suddenly woke up.

The way we entered this time was a little different.

"He's awake!!" someone nearby exclaimed urgently.

Mu Sheng then noticed the surrounding environment. It was a sealed space where the outside could not be seen, and torches hung on the walls, illuminating the entire space.

However, this made the surrounding area extremely stuffy and hot.

He was lying on an iron bed, with two men standing on either side of him wearing black armor, ghost masks, and even black gloves.

"The Little Knife Gang actually brought in a martial artist. Won't that cause trouble?"

The person on the left asked the person on the right.

What Little Knife Gang?

Before Mu Sheng could think, she felt pain all over her body. She looked down at her chest, which had been completely cut open, revealing bloodstained bones and a beating heart.

"What are you doing?!" Mu Sheng roared in pain.

The man on the left spoke up, "They are full of energy. It's true that using martial artists is the most suitable method. It's a pity that every martial artist is registered under their name, making them difficult to capture."

The person on the right said to Mu Sheng, "You woke up at a really bad time. Waking up at this time is going to be very painful."

After he finished speaking, he picked up a pill that was shimmering with a purple halo from the mobile shelf next to him.

Mu Sheng tried to resist, but when he moved his arm, he found that his arm was tightly restrained on the bed, and there was an iron ring pressing against his limbs.

"This will most likely still fail, but it's the first time using a martial artist." He pressed the pill in his hand towards Mu Sheng's chest.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" Mu Sheng was still resisting with all his might, using all his strength to pull on the iron rings that held his limbs in place.

"Hurry up, this kid is so strong!!" The black-armored warrior on the left reached out and pressed down on Mu Sheng's arms. The surging force made Mu Sheng's eyes widen.

Transform your internal energy!

"I know, why are you rushing me? If we're not careful, he'll be ruined." The person next to him quickly made a cut in Mu Sheng's chest with a knife and pressed the purple pill directly into his heart without damaging it in the slightest.

Such control.

Another expert at the Transformation Realm.

"Boy, whether you live or die depends on yourself," the black-armored warrior on the right said in a deep voice. "Although the people in front of you are all dead, if you survive, it will prove that our experiment was a success."

He picked up a thread from the side and quickly threaded it through the wound in his heart, stitching it up and then sewing up his open chest.

His hands were extremely steady and incredibly fast.

"Good luck," the black-armored warrior on the right chuckled softly.

Mu Sheng could barely hear what he was saying. He felt his heart pounding and his body starting to heat up, but he couldn't feel any pain.

"What the hell is this dungeon?!"

He felt like his body was out of control, like he had a fever and was delirious. The whole world seemed to be separated by a membrane, and his body felt sluggish.

It can't just end like this, can it?

Also, why does the Little Knife Gang's name appear in this instance? Is there some connection between this and the real world?

He bit his tongue hard, trying to stay conscious until the last bit of clarity remained.

The dazed feeling quickly passed, and he was not forced to exit the instance.

"This kid passed the first test." He vaguely heard people talking.

"There are three levels in total, but I failed on the second level for all of them. Will this method really work?"

"We're just doing our jobs. We do what we're told and don't worry about anything else."

Mu Sheng soon found out what the second challenge they were talking about was.

A sharp, intense pain quickly swept through his entire body, as if needles were pricking him inch by inch, leaving no spot untouched.

However, Mu Sheng's tolerance for pain is not low. He often dies in dungeons, being hacked to death, gored to death by deer, torn apart and eaten by tigers while still somewhat conscious, and licked by brown bears, each time taking away a large chunk of flesh.

This pain is actually less than the first hurdle.

He opened his eyes, and the blurry scene before him gradually became clear.

"Not bad, you actually made it to the second level. You're the first one we've ever done this kind of thing." The black-armored warrior on the right said with a smile, "I just don't know if you can make it to the third level. If you succeed, you'll be the only successful one."

The scene that Mu Sheng had been looking at clearly began to blur again.

I was so hungry and thirsty, as if I had been trekking through a desert for days and nights without water or food.

Soon he smelled a sweet fragrance, a fragrance he had never smelled before.

wrong.

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked in front of him. There was a woman holding a child, and her arm was in his mouth.

The burst of deliciousness brought him an unprecedented feeling.

"Wake up!! Mu Sheng!!!" the woman cried out to Mu Sheng, "What did they do to you?!"

Mu Sheng hurriedly retreated, only to find that he had been freed from his restraints. He looked at the woman's arm, but her hand had disappeared.

He knelt on the ground and began to dry heave.

"vomit!!"

He was eating people!

The woman and child emitted a sweet fragrance that intoxicated him, and his consciousness began to wander again.

He bit his tongue hard, forcing himself to stay awake, and turned to look at the doorway. The surrounding space was still sealed off, with only an iron door and a single open window.

There was a ghost face mask on the outside.

"Eat, eat! Only by eating them will you become stronger."

That voice belonged to the person on his right during the surgery. His consciousness was also gradually fading. He bit off his tongue, and the pain made him extremely clear-headed.

If the person smells good to him, why don't the people outside the door smell good?

Is it the armor he's wearing?

"Did it work?" the masked man outside muttered to himself, his voice tinged with excitement, as if he himself was also unwilling to see him eat people.

Mu Sheng took a deep breath. He had lost the ability to speak, and he still had many questions to ask.

But now it's no longer a matter of asking questions.

It wasn't that he had lost the ability to speak, but rather that intense hunger and the sweet smells continued to assault his reason.

He suddenly turned his head to look at the iron gate.

"If we really want to eat it!!"

He pushed off with his foot and charged straight toward the iron gate.

"Hahaha, it's useless. This is all made of refined iron. Even if you completely transform into a demon, you still won't be able to break through..."

"Bang!!" The iron gate was slammed open, creating a bulge. The person stumbled back a step, their voice filled with terror: "How...is this possible...?"

Of course, it's possible.

Mu Sheng grinned.

The Five Beasts Yuan Gong, combined with the power of this expanding body, was then channeled into the interior of the door.

He took two steps back, then suddenly accelerated.

"Boom!!!" The iron gate flew backward and crashed into the wall. He struggled to get up, but one of his feet landed directly on the iron gate. The immense force was far beyond his ability to resist.

He looked up at Mu Sheng, whose purple eyes slowly opened on her forehead, her mouth split open, and her pupils turned scarlet.

"You were so arrogant just now!!"