Martial God: Grinding from Mortal Flesh to Immortality Chapter 35: The 4th Position! Yang Meng’s Resentment!

"Lu Sheng..."

Yang ng rotated his neck, a fla burning deep in his eyes.

Already losing to Mu Bing had made Yang ng sowhat frantic.

And now, in the fourth battle, he encountered Zhao Jiadi.

Had it been before, Yang ng would certainly not have conceded, but now having switched to chanical Transforr, his future lay in Zhao Jiadi’s hands, forcing him to surrender.

Losing two consecutive battles filled the heart of this forr top Martial Artist with imnse frustration.

Seeing Lu Sheng now involuntarily reminded Yang ng of the ti Lu Sheng refused him, a trivial matter that now lood large in his mind.

In the end...

The naless anger in Yang ng’s eyes grew more prominent as he looked at Lu Sheng.

"Hmph!"

Yang ng snorted coldly. His chanical prosthetics roared to life, bursting with power as he charged toward Lu Sheng.

His chanical fist shot out, brimming with terrifying force, intending to unleash his anger upon Lu Sheng.

However...

Just as Yang ng’s fist was about to land, Lu Sheng smiled faintly and then opened his mouth.

"I surrender!"

With those words, Lu Sheng’s figure vanished.

Yang ng’s fist hit nothing but air.

The misdirected force turned Yang ng’s eyes bloodshot.

"Lu Sheng!!!"

Standing alone on the empty virtual arena, Yang ng roared in anger.

anwhile, in a virtual room, Lu Sheng’s figure slowly appeared. Before him were the results of his matches.

Four wins, one loss.

"What a pity, I didn’t expect to et Yang ng in the last round. Even though he’s no longer a Martial Artist, his switch to chanical Transforr has made him stronger."

Lu Sheng shook his head slightly, but he wasn’t too concerned. After all, he wasn’t a fool; being at tier one while Yang ng was at tier two made it pointless to wait for a beating.

Better to concede outright.

Soon, Lu Sheng’s screen darkened as he exited the virtual room and returned to reality.

Removing his virtual helt, Lu Sheng observed his surroundings. Most of the Elite Class had already finished their five battle tests and returned to reality.

Quickly, all Elite Class students had completed their tests.

On the podium, three Elite Class instructors were discussing among themselves. Shortly after, a ranking screen appeared on the large display.

The screen showed the results of the midterm exam.

"First place: Mu Bing!"

"Second place: Zhao Jiadi!"

"Third place: Yang ng!"

The Elite Class students weren’t too surprised by the top three, as only these three had reached tier two.

These spots naturally belonged to them.

But as the students read further, they were taken aback.

"Fourth place: Lu Sheng!"

"Lu Sheng? A Martial Artist? How did a Martial Artist get the fourth spot right after the top three?"

In the class, soone couldn’t help but speak up.

Especially the chanical Transforrs and Cultivators, who couldn’t believe a tier one Martial Artist could rank this high.

The Elite Class students who hadn’t fought Lu Sheng were wide-eyed and disbelieving.

Only Zhu Neng, Liu Huan, and a chanical Transforr who had fought Lu Sheng had a knowing look, saying nothing.

The other Cultivators and chanical Transforrs started to buzz with chatter.

anwhile, the Martial Artist camp was stunned before breaking into joyous celebration.

Ever since Yang ng switched to the chanical Transforr camp, the Martial Artists’ status in the Elite Class had plumted, making them feel downtrodden.

Now, with Lu Sheng ranking fourth, even if not in the top three, it made the Martial Artists feel proud.

"Holy crap, Lu Sheng, you’re actually fourth!!"

Lu Sheng’s deskmate was the first to react, grabbing and shaking Lu Sheng’s arm excitedly, his face flushed, making it seem like he’d gotten fourth.

Soon, more Martial Artists gathered around Lu Sheng, congratulating him with smiles.

"Hahaha, Lu Sheng, you did it! Fourth place! Let’s see those chanical Transforrs dare say we Martial Artists are nobodies!"

"I’ve long been annoyed by the other two factions. And look, it’s a Martial Artist who took the top spot in tier one!"

"I bet our camp can hold its own even without certain people. From now on, Lu Sheng, you’re the leader of our camp!"

"Yeah, we don’t need certain turncoats."

So Martial Artists, now emboldened, even almost started cursing in the presence of others.

Yang ng switching to chanical Transforr had made them resentful and hang their heads for a long while. Now, they had a reason to vent.

Lu Sheng listened to his fellow Martial Artists, maintaining a calm deanor and ultimately offering a composed smile.

They might have seen him defeat Zhu Neng and Liu Huan, but only Lu Sheng knew that without his knowledge in Basic Bionic Maintenance and the subsequent informational edge, he might not have won.

So he wasn’t arrogant from the praise.

Yet these words weren’t hidden and naturally reached Yang ng’s ears.

Instantly, Yang ng, already burning with repressed anger from his losses to Mu Bing and Zhao Jiadi, turned even resentful.

Boom!!

Yang ng’s fist slamd onto the table with a dull thud.

Yang ng’s face was flushed, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous red light.

"Just a coward, soone who didn’t even have the guts to face , daring to boast here."

"If you’ve got the guts, fight head-on! Co on!"

"Lu Sheng, I’m challenging you!!"

Yang ng’s hysterical roar echoed through the classroom.

In response to the Martial Artists’ taunts, Yang ng had now redirected his frustrations from losing to Mu Bing and Zhao Jiadi entirely onto Lu Sheng.