From Martial Arts Dungeon to Master of Martial Arts

Mu Sheng looked puzzled; she thought she had just heard a scream.

The scene before him had changed. He looked up and saw an exquisite octagonal pagoda standing before him.

Beside him stood a monk wearing a red robe, his long white eyebrows falling directly onto his shoulders.

"To attain the golden body of a Bodhisattva, one must conquer this Vajra Pagoda."

The long-browed monk clasped his hands together, his face kind and benevolent.

Mu Sheng asked, "What if I don't try?"

Receiving no response, he turned to look at the old monk in front of him, who simply bowed his head and waited.

Mu Sheng glanced at him, then walked towards the edge. She wasn't in a hurry to run the dungeon for the time being; she mainly wanted to see the area of ​​the dungeon.

The ground was covered with marble tiles, and the surrounding area was empty with no other buildings. He randomly chose a direction and walked forward.

The old monk was still waiting there.

Mu Sheng pushed off the ground and immediately sped up. He didn't know how long he ran before he stopped. There was nothing in front of him, so he turned around to look behind him.

The old monk and the pagoda were not far apart.

"This time, is it a direct spatial restriction?" He turned back to the old monk and waved his hand in front of his eyes.

The old monk moved, looked up at Mu Sheng and said, "If you want to achieve the golden body of a Bodhisattva, you must break through this Vajra Pagoda."

"A mechanical reply?" Mu Sheng already had some idea in mind.

This green martial arts manual is probably not as good as the yellow one, but it's more powerful than the white one.

The yellow-level martial arts dungeon no longer contains any mechanical monsters; all the monsters have mechanics identical to those in real life.

Only later on will the white figure appear as a monster indistinguishable from a real person.

He walked directly to the gate of the pagoda.

The door slowly opened, revealing an octagonal space inside, in which stood a person whose entire body looked like wood.

Mu Sheng walked in, and the door behind her slammed shut with a "bang!"

The torches on the surrounding walls lit up quickly, illuminating the space in front of them.

"Amitabha." The wooden figure was dressed in a monk's robe, but its exposed skin was made of wood. It looked up at Xiang Musheng and appeared no different from a real person.

"To pass the test..." He hadn't finished speaking.

Mu Sheng had already rushed forward, drawing the long sword from her waist.

"Kill the tiger!"

He landed behind the wooden figure, whose body stopped, and whose head slowly fell to the ground, rolling towards Mu Sheng's feet, revealing solid wood through the wound.

Soon, the wooden figure's body, along with its head, transformed into a beam of green light and rushed directly into his body.

This time, without any prior experience, only the first layer of the Twelvefold Vajra Bodhisattva Body was completed.

"Is it one level after another?"

Mu Sheng looked ahead and saw a winding staircase leading upwards on the wall in front of her.

He went straight up the stairs, which spiraled upwards, and followed them to the second floor.

The second floor was no different from the first floor. As he entered, torches on the surrounding walls were lit, illuminating the entire space.

"Amitabha." A stone figure dressed in monk's robes, with hands clasped together, looked at Mu Sheng and said, "Now that you have cleared the first level, then..."

"Kill the tiger!"

The same scene unfolded once again. Mu Sheng had already rushed in front of the stone man, raising the knife high in her hand, as if she had transformed into a fierce tiger, opening her blood-red maw to bite at the stone man's neck.

In an instant, the tiger's shadow flashed, and the knife had already severed the stone man's neck.

Mu Sheng landed behind him and slowly sheathed her sword.

"The hardness has increased."

It's not as easy to cut as the wooden figure from before.

The stone figure fell to the ground and transformed into a green ball of light that rushed into Mu Sheng's body.

The second layer of the twelve-layered Vajra Bodhisattva body has been completed.

...

The third level is a bronze figure.

"Clang!" The same tiger-slaying blow was delivered to the opponent's neck, sending his body flying backward and crashing directly to the ground.

Without pausing, Mu Sheng leaped up and unleashed the Tiger-Slaying Technique from above once more.

The tiger roared and charged down, tearing the bronze figure's neck apart.

The third layer is formed.

Mu Sheng continued upwards.

The first three levels no longer pose much of a threat to him, but his body's toughness has increased to the point where a single strike is insufficient to overcome them.

In the middle of the fourth floor, an iron figure murmured to Mu Sheng, "Amitabha."

Mu Sheng lightly touched the ground with her feet, and without any pleasantries, she swung her sword directly.

The knife struck the other person's neck.

With a "clang!", the Iron Man did not fly backward, but instead took a few steps back.

Mu Sheng pressed her advantage and charged forward again with the ferocity of a tiger killer.

Iron Man raised his arm, and with a "clang!" sound, the opponent's strength was not as great as Mu Sheng's, but the hardness of his body was enough to withstand the knife's blow.

Iron Man continued to retreat, but injuries and knife marks appeared on his arms.

Mu Sheng landed on the ground and continued rushing forward, rapidly wielding the knife in her hand.

Iron Man could only defend passively, with no room to retaliate. The knife wounds on his body became deeper and deeper, and finally his entire arm was dislocated, leaving him wide open.

Mu Sheng delivered the final few blows.

"Bang!" The Iron Man's head was chopped off, and at the same time, his sword broke. The broken blade flew to the other side, but fortunately, Mu Sheng dodged it in time.

"This..." He stared at the shattered blade in his hand, lost in thought.

He wasn't confident he could kill such an iron man with his fists alone.

The Iron Man's body transformed into green light and entered his body.

The fourth floor is complete.

"However, my body has become much tougher. It may not be as fast as cutting with a knife, but I should still be able to give it a try."

He looked at the upward-facing staircase and went up it.

Torches were lit, illuminating the space inside the tower, and the monk in the center radiated a golden light.

"To have made it this far, you must be no ordinary person." The monk, dressed entirely in gold, looked at Mu Sheng with a cold gaze.

Emotionally, they are much stronger than those on the four lower levels.

Mu Sheng threw down the broken knife in his hand. If he hadn't hidden the broadsword, there would have been no need for all this trouble.

To bring your weapon into a dungeon, the first requirement is that you must have it in your hand.

The marble slab beneath his feet shattered, and he charged toward the golden monk.

When Monk Jin saw Mu Sheng rushing towards him, he threw a punch at her.

Mu Sheng immediately dodged to the side and punched the golden monk in the stomach.

"Bang!" The golden monk's body was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the wall.

"boom!"

"It seems a little different starting from the fifth floor." Mu Sheng frowned, feeling as if she had been hit in the abdomen.

The monks on the earlier levels, when they struck each other, it was as if they were hitting wood, rock, copper, or iron.

This fifth floor seems to be starting to look unusual.

The monk Jin stood up, patted his abdomen, and found that he was completely unharmed, but his brows furrowed.

"You're not a Qi-based martial artist?"