From Martial Arts Dungeon to Master of Martial Arts

Tiger Slayer Blade instance.

Mu Sheng slowly walked into the mountain stronghold.

"Kid, you're quite something, managing to kill a minor leader of my Luhu Mountain. That's impressive. Let's see if you can even get close to me."

The second-in-command, sitting on the tiger-skin chair, sneered.

With a "whoosh," Mu Sheng drew his knife and looked at the other bandits with knives in front of him.

With a kick, he was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. His knife flashed, and the two men turned into white light and entered his mind.

A bandit attacked with the Tiger-Slaying Blade Technique. He kicked the bandit and the person behind him, knocking them over, and then flashed his blade backward.

He immediately cut the man and the knife in two.

These people were all beginners in the Tiger-Slaying Saber Technique, and their saber movements were powerful and vigorous.

But Mu Sheng used sheer force to achieve a miracle, possessing far greater strength and speed than them.

They moved quickly through the crowd.

The realm of Transformation of Power grants extremely high control over one's own strength, allowing for effortless control in both offense and defense.

The blade flashed.

Mu Sheng walked slowly past the crowd toward the second-in-command.

Behind them, bandits lay dead on the ground; there were no more than ten of them.

However, each of them possesses only a basic level of the Tiger Slaying Blade Technique. When ten of them perform it together, even an ordinary expert would only face certain death.

Previously, Mu Sheng could only kill two or three people at most when surrounded by these people.

Now that he possessed the perfect Five Animal Beast Yuan Technique, he had never imagined it would be so easy.

"I'm standing right in front of you," Mu Sheng said coldly, looking at the second-in-command.

"Good lad!" The second-in-command gripped the ring-blade beside him.

"Whoosh!!"

A flash of light appeared.

"Roar!!" A tiger's roar rang out, and with a "crack," Mu Sheng's knife broke.

On the second-in-command's forehead, a line of blood slowly seeped out.

"Such a fast knife, such great strength..."

His head drooped, and his body turned into white light, disappearing into Mu Sheng's body.

All the memories of practicing the Tiger-Slaying Saber flooded into his mind, helping him reach the pinnacle of his saber skills.

Mu Sheng reached out and picked up the ring-shaped knife that had fallen to the ground. She shook the knife in her hand, making a "clattering" sound.

But when he swung his sword again, the blade emitted a terrifying tiger's roar.

"roar!!"

"The Tiger-Slaying Saber Technique is originally a ring-shaped saber technique."

Although the Tiger-Slaying Saber Technique is said to have the imposing presence of a fierce tiger, it is only an imitation; in reality, it is nothing more than a saber-wielding technique.

However, if you use a ring-handled sword, you can simulate a tiger's roar by making the wind howl through the iron rings on the back of the blade.

It can captivate people's souls and greatly increase their power.

He gripped the ring-bladed knife in his right hand, the tip pointing downwards, before looking up at the house in front of him. The door, which had been tightly closed, was now wide open.

Looking from the outside in, the interior is dimly lit and not very bright.

He stepped inside.

Torches on the pillars on both sides were lit one by one, quickly illuminating a path. In front, on a tiger-skin chair, a bald man with a fierce face sat imposingly.

"Good, you're the first one to break into my Tiger Slaughtering Stronghold and get here."

He slowly stood up and drew a broadsword from the scabbard beside him.

The broadsword was large and heavy; just lifting it, with the veins bulging on the arm, showed that it took a lot of effort.

"A broadsword." Mu Sheng stared intently at the sword in the other person's hand.

"Good eye." The bald man held a knife in one hand and touched his bald head with the other, on which was tattooed a fierce tiger.

"The Tiger-Slaying Blade usually requires a ring-shaped blade, but if one reaches the perfect state and has already obtained the tiger's divine form, then naturally there's no need for the tiger's roar summoned by the ring-shaped blade; all that's needed is pure... power!"

The bald man leaped high into the air, his broadsword swung into a crescent shape, like a striped tiger pouncing down.

Mu Sheng stepped forward and dodged to the left.

"Boom!!" The broadsword landed on the ground, and the ground cracked instantly. A piece of the broken earth and stone grazed Mu Sheng's cheek, and he rolled onto the ground.

"What immense power!"

If one were to be struck by this blade, they would be severely injured, if not killed. The combined weight of the Tiger-Slaying Blade and the broadsword made its power terrifyingly increased.

The bald man turned around, slung the knife over his shoulder, and grinned at Xiang Musheng, saying, "Judging from your appearance, you seem to possess other perfected martial arts techniques. Let's see if your technique is stronger, or if my Tiger-Slaying Blade Technique is more powerful."

Mu Sheng twisted her neck and said, "Perhaps my Five Beasts Yuan Technique is stronger, but I have no intention of wasting time with you here."

He took out the Black Jade Martial Pill from his pocket, threw down the box, and popped the pill into his mouth.

Soon he felt a wisp of energy appear in his body, like a warm current flowing through his body. It was as if the internal energy wanted to enter it, but it couldn't find a way in.

This is the difficulty in transitioning from neutralizing internal energy to internal energy.

"If it were a normal one, it certainly wouldn't be enough for me to become a Qi-strength martial artist."

His body suddenly swelled up, his forehead split open, slowly revealing purple eyes that instantly turned scarlet.

Demon Blood True Transformation Technique.

Demonization.

Beneath his feet, plants broke through the mud bricks and grew rapidly.

He covered his face with his left hand and burst into maniacal laughter: "Hahaha!!"

He stared intently at the other person and said, "You look delicious."

The bald man's expression suddenly changed.

...

On a street that wasn't particularly bustling.

The blacksmith shop was much quieter than usual.

Mu Sheng was looking at a broadsword on the wall when a middle-aged man next to him, shirtless and wearing a leather apron, recommended it with a big smile: "Sir, this sword is top-notch in both sharpness and sturdiness, but it has one small flaw."

"What are the shortcomings?" Mu Sheng asked.

"It's a bit heavy," the blacksmith said with a smile.

"Broadswords are all quite heavy, how heavy can yours be?" Mu Sheng stepped forward, grabbed the hilt of the broadsword, and took it off the wall. He slightly sank his feet and looked at the blacksmith, saying, "It is indeed a bit heavy."

He looked at the iron frame nailed to the wall, which had been deformed by the weight.

The blacksmith looked at Mu Sheng with surprise and said, "Sir, you have great strength. Most people wouldn't be able to lift this knife with both hands, but you did it with just one."

Mu Sheng held the knife upright with one hand. The blade was jet black, with only the edge gleaming silver, while the rest was as black as ink.

"Does this knife have a name?" Mu Sheng asked, looking at the blade.

"This knife was forged by my father. I've only done a lot of maintenance on it, and I need some apprentices to help me each time. My father once named it 'Zhen Xie' (meaning 'Suppressing Evil'). If you don't like that, you can give it a new name yourself. I think this knife is most suitable for you," the blacksmith said with a smile. "I wouldn't recommend this knife to anyone else."

Mu Sheng looked at him speechlessly; that wasn't what he had just said.

but.

"It's a good demon-suppressing device." Mu Sheng squinted as he examined the demon-suppressing device.

"To suppress evil spirits."