Martial God: Grinding from Mortal Flesh to Immortality Chapter 10 Yang Meng vs Mu Bing

However, it's good for Yang ng to suffer a bit now, otherwise, with his personality, he might really get stuck at this stage, trying to cultivate more Qi Blood.

It would be too much of a loss.

Gao Feng contacted the instructor who was currently training alone with Mu Bing, and after Mu Bing agreed, Gao Feng solemnly said to everyone.

"Everyone, head to the Martial Arts Training Hall. The battle between Yang ng and Mu Bing is already a top-tier duel in our Elite Class. Watching it can also improve your combat experience!"

Upon hearing Gao Feng's words, a hint of redness appeared on Yang ng's honest face. He clenched his fists and walked towards the Martial Arts Training Hall.

Upon arriving at the training hall, Lu Sheng noticed that the Martial Artists, Cultivators, and chanical Transforrs were each located at different positions, presenting a clear distinction.

Below the stands, Yang ng stood barehanded on the arena, waiting.

Before long, a tall figure slowly appeared at the entrance of the Martial Arts Training Hall.

The newcor's expression was extrely indifferent, like eternal ice that never lts, emitting a chilling aura.

Even in those eyes, there was arrogance. Even when seeing Yang ng, a Martial Artist with 80 units of Qi Blood, there was still a trace of disdain in those eyes.

"Mu Bing..."

Lu Sheng carefully looked down, and at this mont, a low voice sounded in his ear.

"You've just arrived, there's a lot you don't know. I'll explain it to you while there's ti."

Lu Sheng turned his head and found Gao Feng standing behind him, his expression calm, hands behind his back, looking at the two people below, and said to Lu Sheng.

"Whether they are chanical Cultivators or Cultivators, they primarily practice Spiritual Techniques, similar to a Martial Artist's Qi Blood. The energy units range from 1 to 100!"

"For chanical Cultivators, the first stage is called chanical Prosthetic. At this stage, chanical Transforrs usually modify parts of their limbs. By continuously enhancing their Spiritual Power, they strengthen their compatibility with the chanical parts, making it easier to use the modified sections."

"The first stage for Cultivators is called Qi Gathering. They not only practice Spiritual Techniques but also absorb Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi like Martial Artists."

"Take Mu Bing below; her Spiritual Power has already reached at least 80 points, and she has absorbed quite a bit of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi. To put it bluntly, it would be quite good if Yang ng can last for the ti it takes an incense stick to burn in front of Mu Bing."

Listening to Gao Feng's words, Lu Sheng was a bit surprised. Yang ng, with 80 units of Qi Blood, could only last an incense stick's ti? Cultivators... are they that powerful?

"Watch carefully, this is your first ti seeing a battle between Transcendents. It will be very beneficial for you!"

After speaking, Gao Feng patted Lu Sheng's shoulder, stood aside, and silently watched the arena below.

Lu Sheng also ca to his senses and focused on watching.

At this mont, the battle between Yang ng and Mu Bing on the arena was about to break out.

Only to see that Mu Bing didn't even move. She just stood there, her slender fingers gently stirring the air, and suddenly, three flying swords hovered around her, swiftly attacking Yang ng.

Yang ng stood barehanded, his skin flickering with a red glow, accompanied by a surging force of Qi Blood.

"Kill!"

Yang ng roared, like a fierce beast, and a punch instantly collided with Mu Bing's three flying swords.

Boom!!

Suddenly, a series of muffled sounds ca from the arena.

"Such powerful strength, is this the Martial Artist with 80 units of Qi Blood?"

Lu Sheng's eyes flashed with a glimr of light.

"Yang ng's Qi Blood has reached 80 units. His peak punch force can reach 8 tons, comparable to the impact of a small truck."

Gao Feng's voice sounded again. Lu Sheng glanced at him and understood that he was explaining the battle below, giving himself a lesson, and he listened attentively.

After all, this is invaluable combat experience.

"But... the gap between Martial Artists and the other two factions is too great. Look at Mu Bing's current situation... it's like an old man playing with a child!"

Gao Feng sighed deeply.

Lu Sheng looked and found that no matter how Yang ng attacked, Mu Bing easily controlled the three flying swords to block Yang ng's moves. The battle had been going on for a while, and Yang ng had not broken through Mu Bing's blockade of the three flying swords.

Beads of sweat had already ford on Yang ng's forehead. In contrast to his difficulty, Mu Bing appeared unbothered, as strands of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi flowed from her slender fingers, controlling the three flying swords to slash and kill Yang ng.

In just a few breaths, Yang ng's body had been covered with hideous sword wounds from the flying swords.

"And this is with Mu Bing holding back, otherwise... Yang ng would have long been defeated."

Gao Feng on the stands couldn't help but sigh, though the scene before him was expected, so there was not much disappointnt.

Instead, Lu Sheng's gaze towards Mu Bing grew more solemn.

"Cultivators..."

Before long, Gao Feng spoke again.

"Yang ng... is going to lose!"

Lu Sheng regained his focus and looked closely, and indeed saw that Yang ng had fallen into a disadvantage under the teasing of the three flying swords.

"No, I can't keep entangling, I must break through her flying swords!"

Yang ng breathed heavily, his chest heaving continuously. Finally, with a determined look, he charged straight at Mu Bing.

The three flying swords suspended in front of Yang ng tried to stop his advance.

However, Yang ng seed not to notice, relying on his sturdy body to withstand the flying swords' slaughter, striding forward.

The flying swords tore through flesh, splattering blood.

Yang ng, seemingly unaware, gathered all his Qi Blood and punched towards Mu Bing's face.

"Foolish fellow!"

Mu Bing's face remained unpanicked, only letting out a cold snort.

She gently raised her finger, and one of the flying swords suddenly exploded with a terrifying force, forming a domain-like field as intense gravity burst forth.

The sudden change in gravity instantly distorted Yang ng's movent, his punch grazing past Mu Bing. In the next mont, the flying sword enveloped by the gravity field landed on Yang ng's neck.

The sharp blade rested on Yang ng's neck, ready to decapitate him at Mu Bing's command.

Yang ng... was defeated!

In an instant, the entire arena fell silent.