Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 146 Solving the case
The Flower of High Earth was injured and ran away. After recovering, she wanted to find the Forge of Mountains to seek clarification.

However, while she was recovering from her injuries, a series of wars broke out between the two tribes.

Her own brother was killed, and Mountain Forge was also involved in the siege, exactly the day after she escaped back to the tribe.

When Mountain Forge sent another letter, Flower of the High Earth killed his henchmen and burned the unopened letter.

She cut off her hair, smeared blood on her forehead, raised the banner of revenge, and led her army into battle.

Eventually, he became the most powerful demigod of the Orcs throughout history.

The short-haired flower of the highlands has been the nightmare of the dwarves for hundreds of years.

The mountains are a furnace, and have become an insurmountable wall that the orcs cannot cross.

The two of them deliberately avoided each other and never fought again in their lives.

After the death of Mountain Forge, a letter was delivered to High Earth Flower.

This time, no divine text was used.

"Why didn't you come back then?"

Gaotuzhihua tears up the letter.

When her life came to an end, Gaotuzhihua recalled her life and suddenly found that the time she spent in the ruins was the happiest moment of her life.

So, she decided to go to the ruins and see the holy remains of the Mountain Crucible if she had the chance.

When you are approaching death, many things become less important.

She thought that the Mountain Furnace would set up various obstacles, but she was not affected at all and successfully entered the Ancient King's Treasure and entered here again.

The two called this place "Shenwen College".

She walked into the reading room of the Seminary of Divinity, quietly recalled the past, and slowly read her notes.

When she wanted to find the Holy Relics of the Mountain Furnace, her life had come to an end.

At the end of the note, there was a half-sentence scribbled.

"I have been..."

Zhou Leng put down the last animal skin notebook.

There is a faint melancholy flowing in my heart.

Slowly, doubts arose in my heart.

Zhou Leng flipped back the pages, looking for the contents of the letter from The Crucible of Mountains.

I've watched it many times, but I always feel like something is wrong.

Suddenly, I remembered Zhang Xinglie’s imagination.

Think again of those erroneous divine texts.

Zhou Leng had mixed feelings.

As the leader of the revival of the country, the Crucible of Mountains is unparalleled in martial arts, wisdom and courage.

But I never learned the sacred text correctly in my entire life.

and many more……

Zhou Leng once again looked through the divine notes of the Flower of High Earth.

There are also errors and omissions throughout the article.

Zhou Leng put his hand on his forehead, the case was solved.

It even makes people suspect that the two people not only went to the wrong place, but also got the time wrong.

Zhou Leng looked at the holy remains of the Gaotu Flower with a helpless smile.

"I hope that you two can learn the correct divine text in your next life..."

He stood up and bowed to the flower of high soil, thanking it for the gift.

Zhou Leng took everything away, walked to the door of the reading room, and pushed it gently.

There was a flash of light.

Zhou Leng looked around.

A completely unfamiliar, empty underground cave, a completely unfamiliar passage.

I looked at the map and found nothing similar.

He looked carefully at all the passages here, and finally looked at one of the bronze doors.

The divine text on it reads 'Peak'.

“Hopefully it’s the right one this time.”

Zhou Leng walked to the bronze door, stepped inside, and kept moving forward.

As he walked, his body was coordinated as if blending into the darkness.

Looking ahead, Zhou Leng vaguely hoped that orcs would appear so that he could test this new growth with their blood.

Soon, an exit and light were seen, and the sound of chaotic dwarven language and shouting could be heard faintly.

Zhou Leng hurried over and walked out the door.

This is an underground palace, even larger than the Seminary of Divine Literature.

The dense vines everywhere glowed brightly, making it as bright as day.

At the very end of the underground palace, there is a high platform with stairs.

On the high platform stood a golden throne with a back that was two meters high.

A shriveled iron dwarf, wearing a crown on his head and gorgeous golden leather clothes, sitting on a golden throne.

His eyes were hollow.

The holy remains of the mountain furnace.

On the table in front of him was a golden treasure box.

The platform where he was standing was enveloped by a pale yellow spherical golden light.

There is a row of words engraved on the stone tablet below the platform.

Those who are strong enough to fight against ten thousand troops can go on stage.

Below the platform is a wide fan-shaped staircase, like the auditorium in a stadium.

At the foot of the grand staircase, hundreds of iron dwarves or humans gathered.

At the edge of the palace, there were corpses of orcs lying in a mess.

The people gathered at the foot of the grand staircase, shouting.

In the open space surrounded by the crowd, the two dwarves clasped their fingers together and pushed each other with all their strength.

Wrestle.

Zhou Leng looked carefully and saw Zhang Xinglie, Tu Rong, Zhao Le and others were among them.

"Zhang Xinglie, Molten Hammer." Zhou Leng walked up quickly. Hearing the Chinese language, many humans turned their heads.

When they saw that it was Zhou Leng, some felt regretful, while others gloated.

When Rongchui saw Zhou Leng, his face was full of regret and he shouted, "You are too late! If you had come earlier, you would have definitely gotten the treasure. What a pity, what a pity..."

"What's going on?" Zhou Leng asked.

The Molten Hammer kept on babbling.

"Every time no one reaches Grandfather's palace after many years, the test here will change, allowing more dwarves to enter and take away some of the treasures."

"It just so happens that this year is the time of year, so the first teams to arrive get all kinds of benefits."

“We came late, but we still managed to grab some.”

"look……"

As the Hammer spoke, he took out a large gem the size of a fist.

"Converted into your human currency, it's worth at least five or six million. Zhang Xinglie is luckier."

Zhang Xinglie took out a piece of dwarf-style black armor from the magic bag. There was a faint glow on the surface. It was at least the dwarf armor of a master at the innate level.

Molten Hammer continued, "Although the six of us were injured, we all gained something, so it's not a loss."

"But you..."

The other dwarves sighed as well.

This ancient king’s treasure trove also contains treasures elsewhere, but none are as good as those in this palace.

Zhou Leng smiled and said, “It’s nothing, I also went through the study of divine texts.”

Zhang Xinglie said, "Don't worry, this dwarven armor can make both you and me become dwarven residents."

"Really?" Zhou Leng said.

Zhang Xinglie nodded and said, "Of course."

"That's great."

Molten Hammer and several other dwarves looked at the two men and kept silent.

Previously, Rong Hammer told Zhang Xinglie that this star armor could turn one person into a dwarf warrior, or two people into dwarf residents.

Zhang Xinglie chose the latter without hesitation.

Zhou Leng looked at the two dwarves wrestling and asked, "What are they fighting about?"

"What else could it be? We have a limited number of times to break through the platform. If we fail twenty times, we will be teleported away."

"So everyone used the common competition method of the dwarves, wrestling."

"This is the eleventh match. There will be more matches to come until the strongest twenty are selected."

Zhou Leng looked at the time and said, "The Ancient King's Treasure will be closed soon, right?"

"We can't help it. We are all dwarves. We can't risk our lives, right? Even if we get the treasure, it will affect the relationship between the tribes in the future."

Ale interrupted, "Actually, we all know that we can't get in, so we're just here to have some fun."

Ban Hammer said, "Yes, for eight hundred years, no one has been able to break in and take the Ancient God's Eye from the golden box. We can just watch the show. No one cares about the final treasure anymore."

Zhou Leng discovered that Mark, Tu Rong, Lou Feiqiong and Zhao Le were all looking at him.

He asked in a low voice: "Did the two human teams gain anything?"

Rongchui said helplessly: "The treasures obtained by your Dragon Nation team seem to be better than those obtained by Zhang Xinglie. The Eagle Alliance team was in a worse situation. There were only a few people left, and they didn't get anything in the end. Their leader just cursed several times."

Zhou Leng looked at the man in front of Mark. Tu Rong said his name seemed to be Jax, and he was a big shot in the chaebol.

"It's a pity that you didn't come..." Maijiu looked at Zhou Leng.

Zhang Xinglie looked Zhou Leng up and down and said, "There's something wrong with you."

"Ok?"

"My heartbeat is stronger, my breath is longer, and my skin is as delicate as jade. Zhao Le told me that he had met you and congratulated you in advance on your success in the field of divine writing."

Rongchui raised his head and looked at Zhou Leng. He twitched his nose slightly and said with wide eyes: "If Zhang Xinglie hadn't said it, I really wouldn't have noticed it. Your aura is completely different."

Zhou Leng didn't know what the taboos were in the Divine Literature Academy, so he could only say, "I have indeed gained a lot from the Divine Literature path. By the way, lend me the Magic Grip Strengthener, and I will buy one later."

Zhang Xinglie took out the magic gripper, which was the size of a book, with a handle on one side and a green display screen in the middle.

The magic gripper cannot accurately measure the specific strength of a warrior, but in the wild where there are no magic equipment, it can vaguely measure the increase or decrease in strength through comparisons before and after.

Zhang Xinglie handed it over and said, "Don't use your Qi. For this kind of standard gripper, a strongman who has never practiced martial arts can only grip about 190 kilograms at most. In the later stage of ordinary blood circulation, it can probably reach about 300 kilograms, because improving grip strength is much more difficult than weightlifting, and it gets harder the higher you go."

Molten Hammer said: "Of course. The force exerted by carrying something with your arms is completely different from that exerted by holding something with one hand."

Zhou Leng held the handgrip strengthener, took a deep breath, and clenched his right hand with all his strength.

The numbers on the display increase rapidly.

When I released my right hand, the numbers on the display stopped.

Molten Hammer leaned his head over and read aloud.

"672 kilograms, not bad." Molten Hammer didn't know the power this number represented.

Zhang Xinglie's eyelids jumped, he took the handgrip strengthener and looked at the number on it.

Rongchui asked casually: "How much was it when you were in the late stage of blood circulation?"

Zhang Xinglie was silent for several seconds, then slowly said, "678."

The dwarves' eyes widened, but they could still understand the simple numbers spoken by the humans.

They all knew how strong Zhang Xinglie was, definitely stronger than a dwarf.

"Let me try." Rong Hammer took the handgrip and squeezed it hard.

He is already in the early stages of body training, and his physical strength is stronger than that of humans.

675 kg.

"Ah? I'm only 3 kilograms heavier than you? No way. The strength of us dwarves should be far greater than yours, and I'm a realm higher than you, and I'm also a descendant of the ancient king. Triple superposition, one superposition plus one kilogram? It's okay that you have stronger Qi, but how come your body is also stronger than mine?"

Rong Hammer was confused and kept mumbling, as if he was cheating after losing a card game with his friends.

The hammer was tested again and the result showed 674 kg, which was reduced by another kilogram.

The other four dwarves looked at Zhou Leng and began to re-estimate Zhou Leng's strength.

In their cognition, the power of dwarves and orcs has always been stronger than that of humans.

It is only with the help of true qi that humans can surpass dwarves and orcs in explosive power.

“Strange…” Rongchui raised his head and looked at Zhou Leng. He stretched out his hand and pinched Zhou Leng’s arm. “With such thin arms and legs, where does such great strength come from?”

Although dwarves are short, their limbs are extremely thick.

The circumference of Rong Chui's forearms is comparable to that of Zhang Xinglie.

(End of this chapter)