Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 310 Wounds
A self-deprecating smile curved at the corners of Rao Mingxian's mouth.
Rao Mingjun repeatedly referred to himself as "one of our own," yet he controlled, suppressed, and even enslaved and threatened his people.

Zhou Leng, an outsider, still told himself to be kinder to himself.

Ultimately, who are family and who are outsiders?

A flash of white light appeared in Rao Mingxian's mind, and the question that had troubled him his whole life finally had an answer.

"It turns out that what determines whether someone is an insider or an outsider is not the superficial relationship between them."

Rao Mingxian looked up and saw Rao Mingjun chatting and laughing with some teammates who didn't share the surname Rao, his right hand touching the magic bag.

There was some poison inside.

That evening, Zhou Leng, Zhang Xinglie, and some disciples of the Ancient River Sect left.

Then, they found an opportunity to have Zhang Xinglie use the Magic Transformation Ring to disguise himself as Guan Canglong.

In the past few days, some demons have seen Zhou Leng and Guan Canglong appear together.

A few days later, Zhou Leng, Zhang Xinglie, and the disciples of the Guhe Sect returned.

As soon as Zhou Leng returned to the camp, he heard some news.

The team consisting of Rao Mingjun, Rao Mingxian, and others encountered a large group of monsters, and all of them except for Rao Mingxian were killed in action.

Three or four thousand youths have already died in the war; it's only natural that they would die in battle.

Rao Mingxian was seriously injured and was recuperating in a tent.

Zhou Leng visited Rao Mingxian and gave him a healing fruit worth tens of millions, which was enough to cure Rao Mingxian's injuries.

Rao Mingxian was in low spirits and unwilling to say anything.

Zhou Lengxin knew he was too heartbroken, so she left the tent and told others not to visit him anymore.

As Zhou Leng stepped out of the tent, Rao Mingxian's previously dull eyes slowly brightened.

He glanced at the expensive medicinal fruit beside him, then gently touched it with his fingertips, as if afraid of breaking it.

His eyes held gratitude, relief, and satisfaction.

Rao Mingxian closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.

In his dream, he returned to the day before.

The seven members of the team sat together chatting, while Rao Mingxian busied himself heating a large pot of stewed meat using a solar-powered electric heater.

After the stew was cooked, the eight people shared it, and Rao Mingxian ate it all.

After the meal, the eight of them sat together and chatted about everything under the sun.

Rao Mingjun suddenly frowned and asked, "Something's wrong with my body, I feel numb all over..."

"Huh? Me too."

"Poisoned..."

Everyone's expression changed drastically, and they hurriedly went to the demon's pouch to retrieve antidotes.

Rao Mingxian raised his leg and kicked repeatedly, leaving afterimages. Everyone was hit and fell to the ground, vomiting blood.

He took away everyone's magic bags.

The seven people were stiff all over, their lips were black, and they stared at Rao Mingxian in terror.

In the darkness of night, Rao Mingxian stood with his back to the bright moon, like a thin, dark silhouette, gazing at the seven people lying on the ground.

"Don't blame me, blame Rao Mingjun. He forced me to betray Zhou Leng, so I had no choice but to kill him and you."

Rao Mingjun sat on the ground and said in a deep voice, "Rao Mingxian, give me the antidote. There is still room for maneuver in this matter. You have no idea how powerful the Rao family is, how powerful the Zhao clan is, or how powerful the Demon Worshipping Sect is."

Secretly, he used all his internal energy to expel the poison.

The other teammates were stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Rao Mingjun.

"Are you a traitor?"

"You've joined the Demon Worship Cult?"

Of the six people, four glared angrily at Rao Mingjun, while the other two remained calm.

Rao Mingjun looked at Rao Mingxian and said, "He is also a member of the Demonic Cult. He practiced demonic arts before the college entrance examination."

Rao Mingxian smiled and said, "Yes, in order to get into a good martial arts university, I had to risk my life to cultivate demonic arts. Unlike you, my eldest brother, who was raised with top-notch resources from a young age and was admitted to Jinjing University through a special sports admission program. There's also my second brother, Rao Mingxing, who was admitted to an ordinary university, but with a transfer letter, he got into Xihai Martial Arts University. And my third sister got into Yunhua University through a donation."

“You cheat openly and honestly, while I practice demonic arts, which is unforgivable.”

“You rise to the top ranks of the Demon Worship Cult, all righteous and awe-inspiring, while I serve as a dog for the Demon Worship Cult, as lowly as mud.”

"Brother, I've told you many times."

“I said Zhou Leng has no interest in being enemies with the Rao family. He wants to slay demons and monsters, and he wants the human race to be safe.”

"I said that although Zhou Leng is ruthless, he won't kill anyone as long as they don't cross the line."

“I said Zhou Leng doesn’t care about power struggles at all. He is a martial artist at the limit, and he only pursues the martial way.”

"I say Zhou Leng is humanity's hope."

"I said Zhou Leng is a kind person."

"I said, brother, let's just forget about Zhou Leng. I guarantee it, I'll stake my life on it."

“But you won’t listen. I’ve told you so many times, but you just won’t listen.”

"I find it very strange that you can't understand what I'm saying?"

"I've already begged you, I've been sending you countless signals, I'm practically begging you on my knees."

"But you not only don't understand, it's as if you can't hear it at all."

"It's as if you've erected a transparent glass wall between the two of us."

"I don't know why, but I suddenly remembered a sentence that Tong Tianxia said when his videos were circulating online when I was a child."

"Some people can only understand what the wounds say after the blade cuts through their flesh."

"I never understood the meaning of this sentence until I met you here, until I said so much while trampling on my dignity, even shouting with my soul, but you still didn't understand, and didn't even listen."

"I suddenly realized that what separated us was not a vertical glass wall, but a horizontal glass ceiling."

"I'm under the ceiling, and you're on the ceiling."

"I understand that sentence now."

“The words spoken by the wounds of the corpse can be heard and understood by everyone.”

Even if it's through a glass ceiling.

Rao Mingjun panicked and said, "Mingxian, calm down and let's talk this out. Help me detoxify first, and I'll agree to whatever you ask for, I promise."

Rao Mingxian smiled, a very happy smile.

"So, you can hear and understand."

Rao Mingxian took out a demonic knife for cutting meat from his magic bag and slashed it into Rao Mingjun's neck.

Fresh blood spurted out.

Rao Mingjun tilted his head, twisted his body slightly, and stared at Rao Mingxian with a strange look in his eyes.

He seemed to understand, yet he also seemed to understand everything.

"Too late." Rao Mingxian drew his knife, looked at the wound on Rao Mingjun's throat from which blood was gushing out, and listened intently. His face was covered in blood, but a faint smile played on his lips, as if he were listening to beautiful music.

"You asked me what Zhou Leng gave me."

"He didn't actually give me much; he just showed me his kindness."

"That kind of pure kindness."

“My grandfather was kind, but his kindness towards me was mixed with anger, beatings, and curses.”

“My parents are also very kind, but their kindness towards me is mixed with guilt, indifference and harshness.”

"Actually, you and I are kind, but your kindness is mixed with arrogance, discrimination and enslavement. Just a few days ago, your kindness was also mixed with fear, fear that I would surpass you."

"Your kindness is like a honey-dipped dagger, stabbing my heart again and again."

"Zhou Leng's kindness is neither honey nor a sharp knife, but just plain water."

"Plain water is not precious, but when given in the desert, it is the most precious gift in the world."

"Zhou Leng, he's walking in the desert just like me."

Rao Mingxian stomped on Rao Mingjun's body again and again, the blood flying like ice.

"You have destroyed the path that Zhou Leng and I walked together!"

"I only drank a sip of water, but I had to leave."

"I don't want to leave Zhou Leng!"

Rao Mingxian chopped Rao Mingjun into a pulp, one cut after another.

Rao Mingxian picked up the knife, put it to his lips, and licked the blood.

It's as sweet as honey.

Rao Mingxian stood up and looked at the corpse.

He chopped Rao Mingjun to pieces, and he also chopped up his own life.

Rao Mingxian turned around and slashed at the others.

Tears streamed down my face as I slept.

Like plain water slipping away.

The next day, Zhou Leng visited Rao Mingxian again, leaving behind healing pills. After making arrangements with his fellow disciples from the Ancient River Sect, he left the human camp.

Zhou Leng, posing as Guan Canglong, once again entered the monster camp.

The entire monster camp is undergoing final preparations.

The next day, the giant set up camp outside.

That day, Gray Steel Wind and Wan Shan Jia fought to a draw, and parted ways while cursing each other.

People of all ethnic groups arrived one after another.

At the foot of the highest mountain, more than two thousand of the most elite people from various ethnic groups gathered.

Almost all of Zhou Leng's friends and acquaintances were present.

Zhang Xinglie, Song Juesi, Rao Mingxian, Li Yuanhe, Shanheyuan, Shanhexiangmu, Rongchui, Cangfeizhiyan, and all the tree people came, and there were even some unfamiliar people.

Lou Feiqiong was among them.

Two huge camps, a kilometer apart, face each other.

The Dark Wrath led his demons to negotiate with the humanoid alliance.

After a day, both parties signed a provisional contract.

The deepest wrath releases the captives.

The humanoid alliance participated in the mountain climbing.

Regardless of success or failure, both parties should rest afterwards.

As for whether the final outcome will be peace or war, there is no set rule.

We'll make peace if we want to, and we'll fight if we want to.

At dawn, the sunlight bathed the mountains in gold.

This team of over two thousand people climbed the highest mountain together.

Upon reaching the summit of the highest mountain, everyone sat down to rest.

All parties offered suggestions, discussed combat plans, and allocated the number of troops to deal with the Wushi people.

All disciples of the Ancient River Sect were incorporated into the support team.

They can act independently; their goal is to find martial arts masters who cultivate corresponding martial arts, so they can learn while fighting.

With a command from Deep Dark Wrath, more than two thousand people marched forward.

A dazzling light shone as three hundred martial stone warriors strode out.

Deep Wrath frowned and said, "Everyone be careful, the Stone Warrior seems to be even stronger."

At this moment, a faint white light emanated from Wu Shiren's body, which was not present before.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Gray Steel Wind glanced provocatively at Wan Shan Jia.

Wan Shanjia snorted coldly.

Zhou Leng glanced at Wan Shanjia and thought to himself, no wonder Shanheyuan was no match for him.

The surface of this pangolin's body is entirely covered in bluish-green rocky skin.

He was like a stone giant, standing a full eight meters tall, far exceeding the height of ordinary giants.

Two thousand trial participants from various races surrounded three hundred martial stone men.

Just seconds later, screams erupted from all directions.

Those trial participants ranked after 1,000 sometimes couldn't even withstand a single move and were severely injured.

Ignoring everyone else, Zhou Leng headed straight for the location of the Stone Man with the Broken Void Finger, chased away the others, and fought alone.

Zhang Xinglie faced off against Wu Shiren, who wielded the Great Storm Fist, while Elder Song faced off against Wu Shiren, who wielded the Heavenly Tide Palm.

Those disciples who learned the same martial arts were all nearby, diligently memorizing and learning Wu Shiren's moves.

Zhou Leng had already studied it, and experiencing it again made him gain even more.

Wu Shiren unleashed all his moves, and Zhou Leng slowly retreated, allowing other Guhe Sect disciples who practiced the Broken Void Finger to take over and experience Wu Shiren's skills in turn.

Rao Mingxian also learned the Broken Void Finger technique and joined the other four in a group attack.

This time, more people rushed up the mountain, and the people of Wushi became stronger.

Gradually, more and more people were seriously injured and left the field.

The top 100 or 200 players were having a great time.

Ten minutes later, the first stone warrior fell to the ground.

"Victory is within reach!" Dark Wrath kicked the motionless Stone Man away and charged towards the next one.

(End of this chapter)