From Martial Arts Dungeon to Master of Martial Arts

The leader of the Hundred Martial Sect stood still, unlike the other tree people who were in a frenzy; instead, he remained calm.

This just makes things more complicated.

Mu Sheng took a deep breath, held the knife in both hands, and said, "Master of the Hundred Martial Sect, do you still have any sense?"

The leader of the Hundred Martial Sect lowered his head, raised his hand, clenched his fist, and said in a hoarse voice, "Yes."

"So you're willing to become a demon like this?" Mu Sheng asked hurriedly.

"Too much nonsense." The Hundred Martial Sect Master tilted his head at Mu Sheng and said, "If you want to leave, then beat me to death!"

"Bang!" The ground beneath his feet cracked instantly, and he charged straight toward Mu Sheng with a straight punch, accompanied by a whistling wind and surging energy.

Mu Sheng swung the knife in her hand forward forcefully, and then stomped her foot hard on the ground.

The soil is thick enough to bear a hundred weights.

"Earth sword."

This strike is defensive, its power originating from the ground, directly resisting the attack.

Fists like the wind, knives like dust.

Both of them emitted bursts of energy, which collided directly with each other.

"Bang!" Mu Sheng stumbled backward, each step leaving a footprint on the ground, before finally slamming her foot into the earth with a resounding "Bang!"

The Hundred Martial Sect Master landed lightly on the ground, tilted his head, and looked at Xiang Musheng with a puzzled expression.

"Qi energy?"

Mu Sheng took a deep breath, raised the knife horizontally in her hand, and the power in her body merged in her dantian, condensing into wisps of air.

Initial stage of Qi cultivation.

The leader of the Hundred Martial Sect smirked and said, "I originally thought there wouldn't be any Qi Refining experts, but I didn't expect one to come knocking on our door."

He pushed off with his foot and charged directly toward Mu Sheng.

The style of the knife in Mu Sheng's hand changed, becoming like a burning flame.

Fierce as fire.

"Fire Blade!"

This is a rapid-fire sword technique that can defeat an opponent in a few strikes in an instant, or it can be combined into a continuous, fiery attack.

The leader of the Hundred Martial Sect charged forward, his fists becoming afterimages.

"Hundred Shadow Fist!"

The fire blades continued unabated, growing ever more intense, but the Hundred Martial Sect Master's fists transformed into a hundred shadows, forcefully suppressing the flames.

Sweat beaded on Mu Sheng's forehead. Even with his perfected Five Elements Blade, he could only barely maintain his undefeated status, but the difference between the two was not small.

His feet touched the ground.

Lotus Step.

They quickly retreated.

"Trying to run away!!" The Hundred Martial Sect Master quickly chased after him.

Instead of retreating, Mu Sheng advanced.

Sharp as gold.

This is the strongest strike of the Five Elements Blade, a powerful strike infused with the full force of the user's energy.

The leader of the Hundred Martial Sect stood firm and threw a punch full of energy.

"True Martial Fist!!"

"boom!!"

The energy clashed, but the Hundred Martial Sect Master remained unmoved, while Mu Sheng was sent flying backward, crashing to the ground far away. A mouthful of blood gushed out, but he gritted his teeth and didn't spit it out.

If this blood is spat out, then the qi will dissipate.

He spun up, and now he had a piece of metal in his hand.

The leader of the Hundred Martial Sect seized the opportunity to charge forward with his fist raised, intending to capture Mu Sheng in one fell swoop.

Mu Sheng flipped over, his eyes like an eagle's, and the iron plate in his hand flew out towards the Hundred Martial Sect Master.

A narrow passage!

His internal energy comes from the One Line Sky Technique, because this throwing knife technique emphasizes that all the power is twisted into a single line, and it is also his strongest move now.

With the addition of eagle-eyed locking.

"Whoosh!"

The leader of the Hundred Martial Sect suddenly stopped and looked at Mu Sheng, who was half-squatting down and panting heavily, with a look of astonishment on his face.

"What kind of martial art is this...?"

"The art of throwing knives," Mu Sheng said, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth. "A narrow passage."

This isn't a white or green martial art, but a yellow one.

White martial arts are all ordinary martial arts, and most forces still have a lot of them. Green martial arts, on the other hand, should be considered extremely powerful secret martial arts in Chang Shu.

Only the city lord's mansion, with its deep pockets, could afford to provide such a sum.

As for yellow-level martial arts, Chang Shu probably doesn't have any at all, or if he does, they're probably in the hands of the City Lord's Mansion and Zhenyuan Temple.

This move is enough to transcend a social class.

The opponent's strength is...

Strengthens the body through all meridians.

"What a clever trick." The Hundred Martial Sect Master's lips curled up slightly as he looked at Xiang Musheng and said, "That demon is not strong. He used poison on us. He wants to use the lives of everyone in the city to solidify his physical body. If he succeeds, he will at least be at the peak of Qi Refining."

"Kill him!"

Blood slowly flowed from his forehead, and a hole had appeared between his brows. Even with a demonic body, this injury would not be enough to save his life.

His body fell heavily forward.

Mu Sheng stood up and saw that the tree people were starting to riot. He suspected that the tree people's initial quietness was the work of the Hundred Martial Sect Master!

He turned and rushed toward the house.

"Ah!!" With a roar from one of the tree-men, a huge horde charged straight at Mu Sheng.

Mu Sheng stepped forward and forcefully slammed the door open; at that moment, there was no time for any coded messages.

The people inside were still staring at him in disbelief when Mu Sheng closed the door and braced his back against it.

"Hold the window shut!" he shouted urgently.

All three rushed towards the window and blocked it.

But a long time passed.

Nothing happened.

"Still pushing?" Mingliu asked, looking bewildered.

Mu Sheng gasped for breath and spat out a mouthful of blood, which fell to the ground.

"Junior Brother Musheng!!" Mingliu hurriedly stepped forward with a concerned expression.

"I'm fine," Mu Sheng said, waving her hand.

Once that mouthful of blood is spat out, it's not a big deal; it just means the energy in your body has dissipated, and you'll need to rest for a while to recover.

This energy was not the kind of internal energy he knew from his previous life. Although it had some similar functions, internal energy could be improved through continuous practice, and it was difficult to rebuild once it dissipated.

Qi is actually the condensation of internal strength. The amount and strength of internal strength depend entirely on physical fitness.

Just like his Five Animal Frolics, Twelvefold Vajra Bodhisattva Body, and True Essence Body Tempering Technique, the three of them allowed his physique to reach a peak that ordinary people could hardly achieve.

Naturally, his internal energy was far thicker and stronger than that of martial artists at the same initial stage of internal energy cultivation.

Even if it dissipates, as long as the body recovers, it will simply reassemble, and it can directly reassemble to its peak state.

As for cultivating internal energy further, in his view, it still requires further strengthening of the body.

That white martial arts technique wasn't enough; only the Twelvefold Vajra Bodhisattva Body could enhance his strength.

There must be other methods, but he didn't know them.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Just then, a knocking sound came from the door. Mu Sheng got up and quickly grabbed the broadsword, her heart sinking.

Now that his energy has dissipated and he hasn't recovered, if another powerful energy expert were to appear, he would certainly be no match for them.

The room fell into a deathly silence as everyone held their breath and stared at the doorway.

The knocking did not sound again, as if it were just an illusion.

Soon a soft laugh came from outside the door.

"Ha, you think they'll return to normal just because you take them away from here?"

"Impossible, unless... you kill me."

"The person chosen by Yang Xing..."

Mu Sheng opened the door and saw a figure standing outside. A tree-man roared at him.

"ah!!!"