From Martial Arts Dungeon to Master of Martial Arts

"Since you want to get out of here, you have to be prepared..." Qian Tian stopped mid-sentence, looking at the young general in silver armor before him, lost in deep thought.

Do they have armor like that in their village?

"Village Chief," Mu Sheng turned to Qian Tian and clasped his hands in greeting, "I am ready."

Qian Tian looked at the armor on the other party's body. The preparations were truly sufficient, far exceeding his expectations.

After stammering for a long time, he finally said, "You'd better watch yourself."

He turned and left, showing no intention of watching.

Mu Sheng ignored Qian Tian's departure. Although the people in this instance were highly intelligent, they were just a group of NPCs who simply reproduced certain scenes.

Perhaps there really was such a village, which was mysteriously sealed off, and then someone broke out and eventually created the "One Line Sky" flying knife technique.

He looked ahead at the road ahead, where yellow rice stalks, over a meter tall, obscured the view from the rice paddies on either side.

He took a deep breath.

"Rush!!"

The ground beneath his feet collapsed. He raised his shield, hid inside it, and charged forward like a raging bull.

"when!"

[A Narrow Stream +1]

"Clang! Clang!"

[A Narrow Stream +1]

"Ding ding ding ding!!"

[A Narrow Stream +1]

The sounds of armor and shields clashing against each other rang out continuously. Mu Sheng simply ran forward as fast as he could, silently counting in his mind.

The sound of metal clashing was perfectly timed to match the flying knives that came with each step.

In other words, even if he quickly leaves his original spot, the incoming throwing knives will not disappear, but will continue to increase in the next step.

But now, relying on his armor and shield, he charged straight through.

"Clang clang clang clang!" The sounds of collision gradually intensified, like the sound of rain. He could feel his armor deforming, but the armor was quite sturdy, not to mention the shield.

Just then.

He sensed a deadly threat, a life-saving instinct calling for help.

Mu Sheng buried her head deep in her chest, her feet moving at full speed as she sprinted forward.

"boom!!"

It felt as if a bear was crashing into him from the front, the powerful force sending him flying. In mid-air, he curled up his body as much as possible, not revealing a single bit of himself.

Because of those densely packed throwing knives, if even the slightest bit of them were exposed, they would definitely be hit.

He flipped in mid-air, his shield aimed at the ground as he landed.

"Bang!"

With the reaction force, he stood up directly.

"Rush!!"

He continued running forward headlong until the sound of metal clashing disappeared.

[Total: One Line Sky +10]

Mu Sheng then slowly lowered her shield and saw a river in front of her with only one bridge leading to the other side.

He looked back and realized that ten steps was not enough to leave the village.

But now he is at least a hundred meters away from the village.

"They're charging in."

With numerous memories of knife-throwing practice flooding his mind, he could at least be considered to have achieved some success.

He looked at the bridge in front of him.

"Is this the new level?"

The river below was swift, and the bridge, though not very long, was just a few pieces of wood, which might not be able to support his current weight.

But this instance is quite dangerous, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and give it a try.

Before that, he walked towards the river, which clearly reflected his current appearance. His silver armor was pitted and cracked in some places.

He took out his shield and looked at it. The shield didn't have many wounds, just a few white marks, but a throwing knife was stuck in the middle, deeply embedded.

He dared not draw the knife, fearing the shield would fall apart.

"This road is really hard to navigate." Mu Sheng gasped as she looked at it.

Without such tools, he probably wouldn't have been able to get through at all. Even with a demonic body, he might not have been able to withstand that final blow.

He gripped his shield firmly and cautiously took a step forward before reaching the bridge.

He tested the weight first, and the wooden bridge was more sturdy than he had imagined. When he stepped onto it, the wooden bridge did not sway at all.

He breathed a sigh of relief and pressed his entire body against it; for the time being, nothing unusual happened.

Just then, he saw a flash of white light ahead, and he quickly raised his shield to block it.

"Boom!!" He slid backward and slid off the bridge.

Just then, a new memory of throwing knives appeared in his mind.

[A Narrow Stream +30]

"Use your inner energy to control the blade, and your spirit to lock down your enemy. With a single strike, you can determine not only who is superior, but also who lives and dies."

"This is the missing part of the Narrow Gorge!!" Mu Sheng's eyes lit up. This really could fill in the missing part of the manual.

"Crash!" He looked down at the ground, and the shield in his hand shattered completely at that moment.

Mu Sheng looked at the bridgehead in front of her.

"We can hold on a little longer."

He raised his arms to protect his face and rushed onto the bridge.

A white light appeared, but this time Mu Sheng could clearly see that it was just a beam of light, but it was definitely not a beam of light.

It's probably a problem with the copy being incomplete.

The white light arrived quickly, reaching him in an instant and striking the area where his arms were clasped together.

"boom!!!"

[A Narrow Stream +30]

He was sent flying backward, landing on the outside of the bridge. Looking down at the space between his arms, he saw a throwing knife piercing through his arm armor, pinning his two arms together.

He bit the knife handle with his teeth and pulled hard, throwing it aside, his arms hanging limply at his sides.

"Again!!"

He lowered his head and continued charging forward. A white light appeared as he charged forward again, and this time he saw the shadow of a knife appear within the white light.

"Because I filled in some parts, and the dungeon is also being improved."

"boom!!!"

Darkness swallowed Mu Sheng's consciousness.

...

All the gates to Zhenyuan Temple were closed, and all the disciples appeared in the training ground.

The trees were wrapped with red cloth, which formed four arenas.

The disciples stood in the middle, with four chairs in front of them.

Qu Yuanheng and Yi Yu, who were originally seriously injured, sat on chairs on either side of each other. Their faces were as pale as paper, and it seemed that their injuries had not yet fully healed.

On the left in the middle is Jing Yu, whose smile has disappeared from his face at some point.

Why aren't you smiling anymore? Have you forgotten how?

Mu Sheng silently complained to herself.

Sitting on the right was a middle-aged man with a gentle smile on his face, just like Jing Yu's smile in the past.

It was as if Jingyu's smile hadn't disappeared, but rather moved elsewhere.

"I didn't expect to find so many promising talents." The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Let me introduce myself first. My Daoist name is Jingqi, and I am an steward sent by our sect to select inner disciples."

Everyone immediately straightened their chests, wanting the artifact to take a second look at them.

The middle-aged man said with a smile, "However, although I have seen quite a few promising talents, as some of you know, our Zhenyuan Temple is a large and powerful organization with branch temples in many cities. Now that the inner sect quotas have been released, the number allocated to various branch temples will be relatively small."

"Therefore, you will have a martial arts contest here, and only one person will be chosen from among the twelve."

"You can be promoted to an inner disciple of my True Essence Sect."