Dragon Ball God Mu Chapter 33 The Ceiling

Ring! Ring! Ring!

Facing Muyang's pouncing move, Korin squinted his eyes and dodged around. He didn't deliberately hide his ki, so as he swayed around, the little bell made a "ringing" sound.

Muyang sought the sound to change the trajectory of his flying pounce. He was close to catching the kettle many times, but Korin shrank his palm and used the crutch in his hand to pick up the kettle and slid it to another spot.

The air was thin in the upper part of Korin Tower, and it didn't take long for Muyang to start panting.

Korin stopped carrying his crutch.

"The environment on Korin Tower is different than down there. The air is half as thick as down there, and if you don't have control to reduce the excess movement, your body will soon be overwhelmed."

"I... got it." Muyang panted and shouted loudly, taking the opportunity to leap up.

Korin laughed, and every time Muyang was about to touch the kettle, he shook his body, and Muyang missed the kettle again.

"Pay attention to the bells, and don't get distracted by my movements."

Korin's voice suddenly heard in his ears, startling Muyang. Upon taking a closer look, an expanded version of a cat's face suddenly appeared in front of him.

Korin grinned at Muyang, revealing two rows of white teeth.

Muyang just stretched out his hand, and the cat's face in front of him suddenly turned into an afterimage and was torn apart...

"You have to reduce your own wastage to find the best path to fly while exercising a good eye. Fighting others doesn't require paying attention to all of their movements, just learning to focus on the key points. Sometimes a simple strike can be decisive, just like this..."

Korin's eyes narrowed as he finished speaking.

The dodging movements suddenly changed. Korin left a few shadows on the spot and directly stretched out his crutch towards the front.

The crutch hit Muyang's chest, making him jerked down as a huge explosive force exploded in his chest. Muyang fell to the ground and lost his ability to resist.

"That attack just now was to test your eyesight and determination."

"Awesome!"

Muyang grimaced and rubbed his chest; his eyes were filled with a strong desire to become stronger.

"Hahaha, it's a piece of cake, you can rest for a while and then continue your training after you figure out what to do later." Korin laughed cheerfully, then hit a hatch and lay down on the bench at the side to sleep.

Muyang watched in silence while taking Korin's words to heart. Being able to get guidance from a wise person on his training journey could lead him to fewer detours.

Although he knew all the principles Korin had said earlier, the practice was the best teacher. Just by listening without practicing, and listening while practicing would have incomparable results.

........

Eight or nine days had passed in a flash.

These past few days, Muyang was like a sponge that would absorb water. He was continuously absorbing the martial arts principles taught by Korin in his training, causing his understanding of strength and the way to control it to grow significantly.

Although Muyang's power level had remained unchanged over the past few days and hadn't able to break the one hundred mark yet, he felt that he had gained tremendously, far more exciting than the increase in power level.

By the tenth day, Muyang's ineffective moves had diminished significantly. His flaws were becoming less frequent, and he was beginning to show his sense of style as he once again engaged in a game of grabbing the kettle with Korin.

All of this was obvious to Korin, and it made him nodded in his heart.

Finally, on the eighteenth day. Muyang succeeded in snatching the kettle from Korin, who then told him the truth about the Sacred Water.

"In fact, there is no such thing as Sacred Water in this world. This kettle is just filled with ordinary spring water, and the real training is the process of snatching the kettle."

"You can try it. You're already a lot stronger than you were before."

The strength that Korin was referring to didn't just indicate the power level, but overall strength. For the martial arts practitioners on Earth, since their energy was generally low, they valued comprehensive strength.

Relying solely on the power level detected by scouter wasn't the key to determining the final outcome.

Power level is the strength of a single blow, while overall strength is whether you could hit your opponent or not.

"Immortal Korin, I do understand now."

"It's good that you understand." Korin nodded and took off the little bell he was wearing, "Come on, I'm not going to go easy on you at this point."

"Please!" Muyang was bold and serious. He then began to adjust the ki in his body.

Muyang attacked first, his movements as fast as a gust of wind and as powerful as lightning. Only a white shadow of light flashed in the air, as he appeared in front of Korin in the blink of an eye, then changed direction and attacked towards the kettle on Korin's crutch.

However, after Muyang succeeded in taking away the bell, Korin's movements became even more mysterious than before.

Korin smiled heedlessly, very casually performing his moves while deceiving Muyang.

Huh! Hum!

With only the sound of his voice but not the person, Muyang's speed had accelerated to the limit, but Korin seemed to move even faster.

Only two blurred shadows were constantly seen flashing across the one hundred square feet of the training ground. A stiff wind was blowing towards the outside of Korin Tower.

Muyang's eyes kept following Korin's movements. However, Koris's movements were full of bewilderment; the real and the fake were so unpredictable that his eyes didn't seem to catch.

"Excessive moves were just unnecessary; it won't baffle the opponent."

With a crackle, Korin lightly leaped. His crutch gracefully arced through the void and then picked upwards as the kettle landed securely on top of the central stone table.

"Okay, that's it for today's training. Continue reflecting on your training for the evening."

Korin waved his hand and went to rest again.

"....."

Watching Korin's back as he walked down the stairs, Muyang gasped and wiped the sweat off his face.

When he was almost done resting, Muyang began to adjust the ki in his body and then swooshed into the Acceleration Space.

At this time, the Acceleration Space was still a ten-meter wide, but it was vastly different than before.

Along with Muyang's strength steadily approaching a hundred power level, a thick layer of clouds was accumulated above the pale firmament. Those clouds were constantly rolling, like a substantial wall covering the sky.

Especially after he had climbed the Korin Tower, the clouds accumulated faster, as the "ceiling" became lower.

"If this continues, the 'ceiling' of this space will crash down after a while."

Looking at the dense clouds, Muyang felt like the black clouds were pressing down the ground, and he had the urge to crush it in his heart.

"Let's just slow down, with the progress I'm making now. It may not be long before this Acceleration Space is transformed."

Muyang still couldn't figure out the origin of this Acceleration Space. That was why he had to put it as an appendage that he had crossed over, so he could be careful in handling it.