From Mortal Body to Immortality

However, it's good for Yang Meng to suffer a bit at this time. Otherwise, with Yang Meng's personality, he might really keep stuck in this realm, trying to cultivate more Qi and blood.

That would be a case of gaining a small advantage at the cost of a big loss.

Gao Feng contacted the instructor who was leading Mu Bing in individual training. After Mu Bing agreed, Gao Feng said to everyone with a solemn expression.

"Everyone, head to the Martial Arts Training Hall. The battle between Yang Meng and Mu Bing is already a top-tier clash in our elite class. Watching it will also enhance your combat experience!"

Hearing Gao Feng's words, Yang Meng's honest face also gained a hint of redness. He clenched his fist and walked towards the Martial Arts Training Hall.

Arriving at the training hall, Lu Sheng noticed that the martial artists, cultivators, and mechanical augmenters were located in different areas, presenting a distinct separation.

Below the stands, Yang Meng stood on the arena empty-handed, waiting.

Not long after, a slender figure slowly emerged from the entrance of the Martial Arts Training Hall.

"You're new here, and there are many things you don't know. I'll take this time to explain a few things to you."

Lu Sheng turned his head and discovered that Gao Feng was standing behind him. Gao Feng's expression was calm as he looked at the two below with his hands behind his back, and said to Lu Sheng.

"Whether it's mechanical cultivators or cultivators, they mainly cultivate mental techniques. Like the martial artists' Qi and blood, the energy unit ranges from 1-100!"

"For mechanical cultivators, the first stage is called Mechanical Limb. Mechanical augmenters at this stage usually modify parts of their limbs, constantly increasing their mental strength to enhance their compatibility with the machinery, making it easier to use the mechanically augmented parts."

"And the first stage for cultivators is called Qi Gathering. They not only need to cultivate mental techniques, but also absorb the spiritual Qi of heaven and earth, just like martial artists."

"Take Mu Bing below, for example. Her mental strength has already reached at least 80 points, and she has also absorbed a lot of spiritual Qi of heaven and earth. To put it bluntly, it would be impressive if Yang Meng could last for the time it takes to burn an incense stick in front of Mu Bing."

Listening to Gao Feng's words, Lu Sheng was slightly surprised. Yang Meng, with 80 Cal of Qi and blood, could only last for the time it takes to burn an incense stick in Gao Feng's eyes?

Cultivators... are they really that powerful?

"Watch carefully. This is the first time you're seeing a battle between transcendents. It will be of great benefit to you!"

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

Lu Sheng also regained his senses and looked down intently.

At this moment, the battle between Yang Meng and Mu Bing in the arena was about to begin.

Mu Bing didn't even move her body; she simply stood in place, gently plucking at the air with her slender fingers. Suddenly, three flying swords floated around her, quickly attacking Yang Meng.

Yang Meng was empty-handed, his skin shimmering with a red glow, accompanied by a surge of powerful Qi and blood.

"Kill!"

Yang Meng roared, like a ferocious beast, and instantly thrust out a punch, colliding with Mu Bing's three flying swords.

Bang!!

In an instant, muffled sounds echoed across the arena.

"What powerful strength. Is this the power of a martial artist with 80 Cal of Qi and blood!"

A glint of light flashed in Lu Sheng's eyes.

"Yang Meng's Qi and blood have reached 80 Cal, and his peak punch power can reach 8 tons. His strength is comparable to the impact of a small truck."

Gao Feng's voice sounded again. Lu Sheng glanced at him, understanding that he was explaining the battle below to him, which could be considered extra tutoring. So, he attentively listened.

After all, this was 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 simply an old man toying with a child!"

Gao Feng sighed deeply, but he had expected the scene before him, so he wasn't too disappointed.

On the contrary, Lu Sheng's gaze towards Mu Bing became more solemn.

"Cultivators..."

Not long after, Gao Feng spoke again.

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

Lu Sheng came back to his senses and looked intently. Sure enough, he saw that Yang Meng had already fallen into a disadvantage under the play of the three flying swords.

"No, I can't get entangled. I have to break through her flying swords!"

Yang Meng breathed heavily, his chest constantly rising and falling. Finally, his expression hardened, and he charged straight towards Mu Bing.

The three flying swords hovered in front of Yang Meng, trying to stop his advance.

However, Yang Meng seemed not to see them, relying on his sturdy body to withstand the attacks of the flying swords and stride forward.

The flying swords tore through flesh, and blood splattered.

Yang Meng seemed not to notice, gathering the Qi and blood of his entire body, and punched towards Mu Bing's face.

"Foolish fellow!"

There was no panic on Mu Bing's face; she simply snorted coldly.

She gently raised her finger, and one of the flying swords suddenly burst out with a terrifying power, forming a domain field. A tremendous gravity suddenly erupted.

The sudden change in gravity instantly distorted Yang Meng's movements, and his fist brushed past Mu Bing's side. The next moment, the flying sword covered with the gravity field instantly landed on Yang Meng's neck.

The sharp blade rested on the skin of Yang Meng's neck. As long as Mu Bing moved her mind, she could easily cut off Yang Meng's head.

Yang Meng... lost!

In an instant, the entire arena was silent.