Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 320 July

Chapter 320 June
Then a tall, middle-aged man pushed a wheelchair up, with a dense array of medicine bags and IV drips hanging from the frame of the wheelchair.

A tall, middle-aged man sat in a wheelchair, his legs and arms in casts and suspended in place, his entire body bound in bandages like a mummy.

He tilted his head, revealing half of his face, and his face showed undisguised joy.

His mouth was crooked from smiling, revealing a tooth that was half missing.

“Sun Wanmin…Sun Wanmin…”

Many people here watched the final battle and cheered loudly.

Zhou Leng, Zhang Xinglie, and Rao Mingxian were all newcomers. They were stunned for a moment when they saw this scene, but quickly came to their senses.

That previous battle between innate beings must have been incredibly fierce.

This championship was won with his life.

The host suddenly forced a bright smile and announced loudly, "Next, please welcome our award presenter, Zhao Sheng's grandson, the third young master of the Zhao family, and director of Tianjin Development Company, one of the top ten development companies, Zhao Tong! Let's give him a round of applause!"

Many people clapped enthusiastically, creating a lively atmosphere.

Some martial artists, however, stood with their arms crossed and remained motionless.

They had just applauded Sun Wanmin.

Rao Mingxian clapped vigorously, his eyes filled with anticipation.

Zhou Leng and Zhang Xinglie remained calm, their hands still in place.

On the road not far away, a taxi was stuck in the middle of the road.

Hu Yi leaned against the car door, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and looked towards the ring.

On the side of the square, Feng Wenhao, Wei Hong, and other classmates of Zhou Leng crowded together, extremely excited.

At this moment, five people stepped onto the stage.

One person is in front, and the other four are behind, keeping a distance from the first person.

The host bent down, jogged over, walked to Zhao Tong, extended his hands, and smiled broadly.

Zhao Tong straightened his body, extended his right hand, briefly touched the host's hand, and then subtly withdrew his hand by channeling his innate inner energy.

The host seemed oblivious, still smiling and slightly hunched over, following behind Zhao Tong. The innate bodyguard behind him pushed him away.

The host, still smiling, waved to the other side and said, "Please have our beautiful hostess bring out the champion's prize: the...headless...god!"

Two tall, slender beauties, wearing high heels and high-slit red dresses, walked gracefully towards Zhao Tong, each carrying a red cloth-covered object in their hands and wearing warm smiles.

The two slowly handed the items in their hands to Zhao Tong, their eyes burning and their smiles growing even wider.

Zhao Tong didn't even glance at the two of them. He casually lifted the red silk and picked up the wooden box wrapped in bright yellow silk.

He weighed it in his hand and nodded slightly.

The bustling People's Square has quieted down.

Everyone stared at the bright yellow silk embroidered with dragons.

Zhao Tong glanced at Sun Wanmin and smiled, "You're quite good. Once you've recovered, if you're interested in joining the Zhao Clan, you can contact me directly."

Sun Wanmin's eyes lit up. He was seriously injured and unable to nod, so he blinked rapidly.

Zhao Tong smiled, lifted the embroidered dragon bright yellow silk, opened the box, and showed its contents to everyone.

As the direct grandson of the Zhao clan, he had seen too many headless gods and originally didn't care.

He has it himself.

Since most headless gods are incomplete, only those headless gods with perfect appearance, preferably the corpses of higher-level martial saints or more powerful creatures, are worth a second glance from Zhao Clan.

He glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, paused for a moment, and immediately turned to look carefully into the box.

The headless god inside has one arm, an orc's arm.

Its skin is smooth and delicate, and its green skin is clear and translucent, making it look like a top-grade emerald jade at first glance.

Its quality is actually superior to that of his headless god.

The original owner of this hand was at an extremely high level, possibly reaching the limit of a demigod beastman.

Not to mention him, even a martial saint would want to add it to their collection upon seeing it.

This headless god's hand is at least 10% stronger than the one he has.

The crowd in the distance either gasped in amazement or exclaimed softly; many even took out their phones to take pictures or zoomed in from a distance to watch.

Her emerald-like arms exuded an indescribable beauty.

"This quality is exceptional," Zhang Xinglie exclaimed.

"Yes, it's comparable to the top-quality items described in online videos."

"If those online treasure-appraisal celebrities saw this, they'd probably scream in astonishment."

Zhao Tong closed the lid.

The entire audience stared wide-eyed.

Zhao Tong glanced at the innate bodyguard, then at the host, and carrying the box, walked to the curtain at the end of the stage and used his advanced brain to make a phone call.

The bodyguard understood immediately, stepped forward, and turned off the microphone from the host's hand.

The host's smile froze on his face, and he dared not move.

Everyone was puzzled and waited quietly, many of them frowning.

Zhao Tong stood under the curtain, his back to the crowd.

"Grandma, I've got my eye on a headless god statue. I want this one," Zhao Tong said with a smile.

"Hey, it's just a headless god. If you like it, take it. No need to make a special phone call..."

Sun Wanmin, the host, the two hostesses, and the four bodyguards heard everything clearly.

The smile on Sun Wanmin's face, who remained motionless, slowly faded, and the light on his face, which had been covered in oil, dimmed.

His eyelids slowly drooped, like the roller shutters of a shop on the street slowly closing at night.

A moment later, Zhao Tong walked over with a smile, pushed the wheelchair, and led Sun Wanmin to the area behind the curtain deep within the arena.

Zhao Tong stood behind the wheelchair, placed his hands on Sun Wanmin's shoulders, bent over, and smiled as he discussed something with Sun Wanmin.

Most of the people below the arena remained silent, with only a few whispering amongst themselves.

Many people frowned, with a bad feeling.

Rao Mingxian suddenly let out a long sigh.

Zhang Xinglie said with a half-smile, "Interesting."

Those below the ring couldn't hear it, but the host and others on the ring could hear it clearly.

"Let's be friends, the awards ceremony will proceed as planned, and after the awards are given out, this headless divine hand is mine..."

"I won't treat you unfairly either, one hundred million, I'll transfer it to your account that very day..."

"Of course, you'll need to sign a confidentiality agreement..."

"I have high hopes for you..."

"You can choose any of the Zhao family's subordinates..."

The host maintained his smile, but his eyes were dim.

That headless divine hand, let alone a hundred million, couldn't be taken down even for a billion.

Finally, they saw Sun Wanmin with his crooked neck and nodded vigorously.

Zhao Tong gently patted Sun Wanmin's shoulder with his right hand, then pushed Sun Wanmin back, his smile exceptionally warm.

Zhao Tong reopened the box and, in front of everyone, placed the headless god's hand into Sun Wanmin's arms.

With his limbs in casts and suspended in mid-air, Sun Wanmin could only look at the headless god in his arms, unable to touch it.

"Let us thank Mr. Zhao Tong... Let us congratulate Mr. Sun Wanmin on obtaining the headless god..."

The host's emotional voice resonated throughout the venue via loudspeakers, and the crowd applauded enthusiastically.

The applause seemed much quieter than before.

Like Zhou Leng and Zhang Xinglie, Rao Mingxian kept his hands at his sides and did not applaud again.

The camera flashes kept flashing on Sun Wanmin.

Sun Wanmin's gaze was calm, like a frozen lake.

His lower lip trembled slightly.

Zhao Tong smiled and appeared very approachable.

Suddenly, a strange sound came from the headless god box.

The sound was amplified throughout the venue via the microphone.

It sounded like the cracking of a frozen river in spring, a continuous, resounding sound.

Everyone on the arena remained motionless, as if they had been frozen in place by the demon master.

The person who had been pushing Sun Wanmin's wheelchair suddenly moved, his body distorted with light. In a flash, the heads of the four innate bodyguards flew off, their bodies falling to the ground.

Everyone saw that the person's body was surrounded by distorted light, and his appearance changed.

This person's body was like cast brass, shimmering with golden light, and his skin was very different from that of ordinary people.

The knife in his hand was clean, without a drop of blood on it.

He smiled as he looked down at the audience.

Most of the adults present recognized the face.

"Childhood Hero..."

"Tong Wudi..."

"The Huang Meng School..."

"King Yi..."

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Tong Tianxia grabbed Zhao Tong's hair with his left hand and brandished his knife with his right.

As dusk settled, a flash of cold light appeared, and the head was raised.

Blood gushed three feet upwards from the severed neck.

Tong Tianxia listened intently, as if hearing the sound of blood spurting out.

hissing...

The body fell to the ground, and Tong Tianxia smiled as he surveyed the scene.

"Knife techniques are also a kind of art."

The dim shadows danced across his face, and his smile was as malevolent as black fire.

Tong Tianxia bent down to retrieve the headless god's hand, then strode to the end of the stage with Zhao Tong's head in his hand. He dipped his short sword in blood and waved it in front of the curtain.

Blood spills freely, the brush moves like dragons and snakes.

The entire area was dyed crimson, a breathtaking sight.

Huang Meng.

An aura of impending doom rose into the sky.

Zhou Leng and Zhang Xinglie exchanged a glance.

The two had discussed the headless god many times before and both felt that it was not a simple thing.

Only now do I finally understand what the true goal of the headless god's struggle was.

Among the audience were ordinary people and martial artists, but those who lacked the necessary skills.

Not far away, there were armed guards, patrolmen, and some innate beings, but their strength was insufficient.

The masters were scattered in different places, and after a moment's hesitation, they did not move an inch.

Tong Tianxia took out a brass bugle from his magic bag, tied it with a red cloth, puffed out his cheeks, and blew it loudly.

"Drip-drop-drop, drip-drop-drop..."

The bugle call, a sound every Chinese person has heard, resounds through the heavens, stirring the blood of every citizen.

Tong Tianxia strode out carrying Zhao Tong's head, disappearing into the dense cluster of buildings in a few leaps.

Some experts looked in Tong Tianxia's direction, and suddenly, they all looked at the rooftop of a building in that direction.

On the rooftop, a person wearing a gray trench coat stood.

A strong wind blew, and the trench coat fluttered.

The man held a long spear in his right hand, resting it on his shoulder, standing a hundred meters high, overlooking the entire city.

Zhou Leng's eyes flickered.

Someone shouted from not far away: "Duan Feiyu! It's Duan Feiyu, the King-Slaying Spear! This time, the Huang Meng Sect has sent two grandmasters."

"The spear that slays kings..."

"Back then, he was a righteous man on par with Tong Tianxia, who pierced through with a single spear..."

Suddenly, a shrill alarm sounded.

The Demonic Cult has attacked the city!
Whether it's a siren, a demon, or a cult of demons attacking the city, once the alarm sounds, everyone will panic and run around in a panic.

But now, in People's Square, the vast majority of people are neither afraid nor panicked.

Some looked in the direction where Tong Tianxia had disappeared, while others looked at the corpse on the stage.

Only a very few people panicked, ran a few steps, and then stopped when they realized that the people around them were not afraid.

Every time the Demonic Cult attacked the city, the warriors would fight bravely and rush to the alarm point.

It is our duty.

But this time, almost all the martial artists, including the guards and constables, stood quietly.

They seemed not to hear the alarm.

No one went to the place where the long cry rang out.

It seemed to be a land of injustice.

Everyone was like someone who had just finished watching a stage play, slowly savoring the experience.

I can't bear to leave.

Zhou Leng recalled Chen Changyi's instructions and Wang Boxiong's instructions.

Rao Mingxian glanced at the information on the demonized wristwatch, his expression changed drastically, he turned to leave, took a step and then turned back.

He stuffed something wrapped in a white cotton towel into Zhou Leng's hand.

"Take good care of yourself." After saying this, Rao Mingxian strode away, running faster and faster until he disappeared into the crowd.

Zhou Leng turned to ask, only to see a vast sea of people.

Unfold the white cotton towel, and inside is a jade pendant.

Zhou Leng remembered that the two of them had chatted at night that day, and Rao Mingxian had shown it to him.

The key to a cultivation site.

I didn't see Rao Mingxian's expression just now, but I noticed that his voice was off.

Open Wuxin and start a voice call.

Rao Mingxian refused to accept the offer.

"Where is Rao Mingxian?" Zhang Xinglie finally realized.

"I don't know why, he suddenly left."

"It must be something going on at home. This tournament was very exciting."