From Martial Arts Dungeon to Master of Martial Arts

"How can he be so strong?!" The black-armored warrior lying on the ground exclaimed in terror.

Even if it's demonized, it shouldn't be this strong.

After all, demons also need time to grow.

No matter how much he struggled, he couldn't break free from the iron gate's hold, but Mu Sheng bent down and pressed his mask down with her right hand.

"Click-clack..."

The mask is crumbling bit by bit.

"No!!!" The black-armored warrior cried out in terror as the iron mask on his face shattered completely.

His face was covered in blood.

Mu Sheng lowered her head and gently sniffed, her smile growing even more exaggerated, stretching from the corners of her mouth to the corners of her eyes—a smile that most people couldn't manage.

"You smell better than those two inside..."

The fragrance of the mother and child inside had already disrupted his reason, but the fragrance emanating from the person in front of him was now completely eroding his reason.

"It smells so good." Mu Sheng's eyes grew even dimmer.

The two soups inside are just bland broth, while this one is a delicious dish with plenty of seasonings; there's no comparison at all.

...

"Boom!!" The loud noise attracted the attention of the prison guards, and immediately a group of black-armored soldiers rushed to the source of the sound.

We just arrived at the destination.

They saw the shattered iron gate lying to the side, and a soldier with his mask torn off on the ground, his lifeless eyes staring at them.

On top of him was a person's head buried in the soldier's chest, the breastplate was shattered, and blood was flowing all over the ground.

"This is..." The leader's mask was different; everyone else wore black masks, but his was silver-white. He looked at the person whose head was still moving with surprise.

The other person looked up at the sound, revealing a face covered in blood and grime, with purple eyes on their forehead and eerie red pupils, and a grin that stretched from the corners of their mouth to the corners of their eyes.

"Demonization..."

Mu Sheng slowly stood up and looked at the at least ten black-armored warriors and one silver-masked man in front of her.

"Did you know that some delicacies, like crabs and lobsters, have hard shells, but once you open the shells and remove the inedible parts, most of them are extremely delicious?"

He walked towards these people step by step, feeling his blood rushing, his heart beating faster, and his reason being eroded.

but.

Power is flowing out continuously.

"You are the finest delicacies!!" The ground beneath Mu Sheng's feet suddenly cracked open, and he charged towards the silver-armored man in front of him like a cannonball.

"I'll eat you all..."

...

"Ugh!" Mu Sheng, who had just woken up, quickly walked to the wall and leaned against it to dry heave.

"I ate people..." He looked at his hands in shock and disbelief. In the subsequent events in the dungeon, he had lost control of himself.

He could only watch as he grew stronger and stronger, fighting against those armored warriors. The silver-armored warrior was the most troublesome; he was definitely not a master of internal energy transformation, but most likely a master of internal energy cultivation.

However, he discovered that his body would recover quickly when he was injured, and the pupils on his forehead allowed him to quickly capture the movements of his opponents.

Including the other black-armored warriors, they were all experts in the Transformation Realm, but they were no match for him when he was demonized.

Even if they have great control over their own strength, they are powerless to resist if they encounter a force far exceeding their own.

Despite sustaining injuries from fighting, his strength increased rapidly by devouring one black-armored warrior after another. Originally, he could only barely contend with the silver-masked man, but later he began to overpower him.

In the end, they even killed the other party.

At that point, he had completely lost control of his body. He could only watch helplessly as he ate the other's internal organs, and his consciousness completely fell into darkness.

He dry heaved for a long time before slowly stopping.

The entire murder scene was completely devoid of any prior experience, making it feel like a truly real world.

just.

【Demon Blood True Transformation Technique (Yellow) (Beginner) (Requirements Missing)】

"Can one enter only once per instance of demon blood?"

He took a deep breath, and in that instant, he directly entered the first stage of the Demonic Blood Transformation Technique. He walked to the bedside, pulled out the knife, and lightly made a cut on his palm, watching the blood flow down.

Under the firelight, the blood had a bluish tinge.

"Blue blood, red blood, purple blood, black blood, and finally, the vaguely recorded white blood."

This is the classification of the realms of the True Transformation of Demonic Blood Technique, and Azure Blood is the characteristic of the entry level.

"Although I've mastered the basics, this technique absolutely cannot be used in the real world."

Putting aside the fact that demonic martial arts are forbidden by the secular world, once used, the technique will not stop according to his will.

They will continue until he is completely transformed into a demon.

Although it now possesses the characteristics of this technique, even without activating it, there are still benefits; one's physique will be passively improved, although this improvement may not be as good as the Five Beasts Yuan Technique.

But it's better than losing your mind in the end.

"Although it can't be used in reality, it can be used in the instance..."

Mu Sheng's eyes flickered as he looked at the Five Beasts Yuan Gong, wondering if it might be able to directly unlock the level.

"Activate..."

He felt a sudden dizziness and sat down on the ground, as if all the colors of the world had disappeared from his eyes.

"No, I can only activate one per day. Forcing it to activate is just...unbearable..."

He collapsed to the ground and lost consciousness.

...

Although Neicheng has fallen, the morning classes at Zhenyuan Temple still proceed as normal.

All twelve people remained silent.

Jingyu sat cross-legged in front, her smile fading slightly, as everyone silently recited scriptures.

"The Way of Law endures forever..."

The sound of scriptures slowly echoed in the hall. Mu Sheng looked at the statue sitting on the altar in front of her, but it was not a deity.

It was Daoyuan, the founder of the Zhenyuan Temple.

Daoyuan's smile is kind, and his clay body is sculpted with a thin Taoist robe, resembling a kind old man.

The morning class ended quickly.

Jingyu said to everyone, "You can all stay here at Zhenyuan Temple. Li Suyun will take care of everything else."

"I will certainly live up to the trust placed in me by the steward."

Jing Yu nodded, stood up, and said, "Mu Sheng, come with me."

All eyes were on Mu Sheng. Some were surprised and uncertain, some were secretly envious, and some were full of jealousy.

Mingliu's face showed a complex expression, Miao Yin smiled and narrowed her eyes, while Zhao Fangxu looked at Xiang Musheng with a serious expression and a puzzled look.

Li Suyun was merely surprised, her cool face showing little expression.

At a time like this, being stopped by Jingyu must mean something more.

"Yes!" Mu Sheng stood up respectfully and followed Jing Yu obediently out of the main hall of Zhenyuan Temple. Only then did he speak, "Master Jing Yu, you have completely exposed me."

He was originally unremarkable, but at this crucial juncture, anyone might have some doubts.

Jing Yu turned to look at Xiang Musheng and said with a smile, "When you are weak, you should naturally keep a low profile, but now that you are not much worse than these people, why bother with such pretense?"

Mu Sheng's pupils flickered.

Jingyu turned around and said, "Come on, let me get you some good stuff."