"This mundane martial art seems to have some redeeming qualities after all."
Zhong Shenxiu watched the arena battle, a thoughtful look appearing on his face.
This sort of worldly martial art began by integrating the strength of the entire body, progressing from the overt to the covert, and finally entering the Transformation Realm—at which point one could be called a grandmaster of an era.
Once martial arts reached this point, there was no road forward.
However, if a martial arts grandmaster in the Transformation Realm encountered a wandering occultist who had only learned a couple of minor tricks, or an ordinary cultivator whose cultivation was shallow, it truly was difficult to say who would win.
After all, the flaws in the techniques of heterodox practitioners were too obvious. As long as one knew their details and found the object that could break their restrictions, even an ordinary person could easily dispel them.
And disciples whose cultivation was too shallow might not be as proficient in the ways of life-and-death combat as martial artists. It was entirely possible that the instant they exchanged blows, their souls would be stolen away.
But even so, it was perfectly normal for cultivators to look down on martial artists.
Who could blame Martial Masters for having no road below them once they reached the Transformation Realm?
Martial arts could not even extend one's lifespan. Instead, because they consumed too much, hidden injuries left behind in one's youth made an early death even more likely...
Come to think of it... I was once a Great Grandmaster of the martial world myself... This world's power ceiling is incredibly high. The martial path... isn't without a road forward!
On the arena, Huang Yuanba took a punch. His figure was in a sorry state, and he had almost