However, it's good for Yang Meng 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 Meng 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 Meng'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 Mechanical Transformers were each located at different positions, presenting a clear distinction.
Below the stands, Yang Meng stood barehanded on the arena, waiting.
Before long, a tall figure slowly appeared at the entrance of the Martial Arts Training Hall.
The newcomer's expression was extremely indifferent, like eternal ice that never melts, emitting a chilling aura.
Even in those eyes, there was arrogance. Even when seeing Yang Meng, 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 moment, 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 time."
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 Mechanical 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 Mechanical Cultivators, the first stage is called Mechanical Prosthetic. At this stage, Mechanical Transformers usually modify parts of their limbs. By continuously enhancing their Spiritual Power, they strengthen their compatibility with the mechanical 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 Meng can last for the time 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 Meng, with 80 units of Qi Blood, could only last an incense stick's time? Cultivators… are they that powerful?
"Watch carefully, this is your first time 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 came to his senses and focused on watching.
At this moment, the battle between Yang Meng 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 Meng.
Yang Meng stood barehanded, his skin flickering with a red glow, accompanied by a surging force of Qi Blood.
"Kill!"
Yang Meng roared, like a fierce beast, and a punch instantly collided with Mu Bing's three flying swords.
Boom!!
Suddenly, a series of muffled sounds came from the arena.
"Such powerful strength, is this the Martial Artist with 80 units of Qi Blood?"
Lu Sheng's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light.
"Yang Meng'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 Meng attacked, Mu Bing easily controlled the three flying swords to block Yang Meng's moves. The battle had been going on for a while, and Yang Meng had not broken through Mu Bing's blockade of the three flying swords.
Beads of sweat had already formed on Yang Meng'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 Meng.
In just a few breaths, Yang Meng's body had been covered with hideous sword wounds from the flying swords.
"And this is with Mu Bing holding back, otherwise… Yang Meng 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 disappointment.
Instead, Lu Sheng's gaze towards Mu Bing grew more solemn.
"Cultivators…"
Before long, Gao Feng spoke again.
"Yang Meng… is going to lose!"
Lu Sheng regained his focus and looked closely, and indeed saw that Yang Meng 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 Meng 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 Meng tried to stop his advance.
However, Yang Meng seemed 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 Meng, 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 Meng's movement, his punch grazing past Mu Bing. In the next moment, the flying sword enveloped by the gravity field landed on Yang Meng's neck.
The sharp blade rested on Yang Meng's neck, ready to decapitate him at Mu Bing's command.
Yang Meng… was defeated!
In an instant, the entire arena fell silent.