Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 337 Warhorses
The herd of mammoths ran at a speed of nearly 200 kilometers per hour and took two hours to reach a tribe of beasts.

On the plain ahead stood thousands of silver-armored warhorses.

Each of the silver-armored warhorses was four or five meters tall, covered in bone-like silver armor, and had a strong body, especially in the area of ​​their shoulders, where the muscles bulged like two balls.

Compared to other ferocious beasts, the silver-armored warhorse is more in line with human aesthetics.

With its slender body, high-held neck, and elegant form, it resembles a swan among horses.

The horse's mane was smooth and silvery-white, and its eyes were bright and alert, emitting a faint glow.

Clad in gleaming silver bone armor, as smooth as bone and as precious as jade, shimmering with metallic silver, it possesses both beauty and domineering presence.

The silver-armored warhorse is highly intelligent.

For warriors charging into battle, this is simply the perfect mount.

When Zhou Leng was very young, he had seen videos commenting on the Silver Armored Warhorse, and many people in the comments section were shouting that it was the most perfect mount in the Ten Realms.

Zhou Leng shouted, "Don't kill them all, take some prisoner!"

Big Yellow translated, Little Eight shouted, and the other eight-toothed mammoths, though they didn't understand, didn't object.

The silver-armored warhorses have a strong collective charge capability, making them a suitable supplement to the eight-toothed mammoth tribe.

However, the silver-armored warhorse is known for its stubbornness; it often refuses to submit even after being beaten half to death.

"Awooo..." The long nose rose, like a horn being blown.

Thousands of silver-armored warhorses neighed, lowered their heads slightly, and charged forward.

A thousand horses galloped, like chariots charging, their light shining brightly, their momentum awe-inspiring.

Most of the ferocious beasts were fearless, but a small number of them were intimidated by the imposing presence of the silver-armored warhorse and slowed down.

Zhou Leng followed behind the herd of eight-toothed mammoths, circulating his true energy and wielding the Taiqing Sea Robe.

Zhou Leng stared ahead, his aura slowly merging with that of the ferocious beasts.

In his eyes, the fighting spirit burned like fire, engulfing the world.

The silvery-white light met the gray side.

bang bang bang...

One after another, silver-armored warhorses were sent flying, whimpering and spinning in the sky.

The eight-toothed mammoth, in both size and strength, far surpassed the silver-armored warhorse. Like a bulldozer, it trampled the earth and the fallen silver-armored warhorse, continuing its charge forward.

With a flick of its large nose, the silver-armored warhorse soared into the sky.

With a thrust of its eight teeth and a jerk, the silver-armored warhorse sheds blood across the sky.

The silver-armored warhorse neighed repeatedly, refusing to give in, and kept charging.

Gradually, the formation, as strong as a herd of eight-toothed mammoths, was broken up by the silver-armored warhorses.

A troop of silver-armored warhorses charged towards Zhou Leng through the gaps in the eight-toothed mammoth column.

Zhou Leng took a step and, with a roar, the earth cracked and dust flew up. His body suddenly became light, and he lightly bumped into the innate silver-armored warhorse in front of him with his shoulder.

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the silver-armored warhorse, but it still charged straight at him.

The moment they made contact, Zhou Leng stepped on the ground again, his body falling like a feather.

The feather fell to the earth and transformed into a mountain.

A flying whale fell into the sea.

boom……

Zhou Leng collided with the silver-armored warhorse, his blood and qi surging intensely, and faint steam billowed from every pore of his body.

The silver-armored warhorse's eyes widened, and it felt as if a colossal object, like a vast ocean, was coming towards it, sending it flying backward and crashing into the silver-armored warhorse behind it.

Zhou Leng planted his feet firmly on the ground, and after knocking the silver-armored warhorse away, he did not retreat.

At this point, their strength was comparable to that of a ferocious beast.

The collision with the ferocious beast would normally have damaged the internal organs, but under the protection of the Taiqing Sea Robe, only one-tenth of the force entered the body, without harming the internal organs.

The second silver-armored warhorse charged forward. Zhou Leng turned sideways, grabbed the leg, and planted his feet deep into the ground. His arms turned crimson, steam erupted from them, and he performed a back throw.

The enormous silver-armored warhorse streaked across the sky in a beautiful, bright silver arc before crashing to the ground with a thud, its four legs kicking wildly.

Zhou Leng stepped forward and punched the horse head three times, knocking it unconscious.

Another silver-armored warhorse charged over. Zhou Leng leaped up, grabbed the horse's long neck, squeezed it tightly with his legs, and locked it with his arms. His blood and strength surged, and he twisted his waist.

Like a dragon embracing a pillar, like a python coiling around an elephant.

Click...

The silver-armored warhorse's neck bones shattered into pieces, its four legs buckled, and it collapsed to the ground, the light in its eyes gradually dimming.

Zhou Leng stood up and charged toward the other silver-armored warhorses.

A thousand beasts clashed, and blood gushed into the sky.

The group of thugs fought fiercely, their killing intent intense.

Zhou Leng completely forgot about capturing prisoners and taming warhorses, and fought like a ferocious beast in a bloody battle.

The Taiqing Haiyi technique consumed too much of his true energy. Halfway through the battle, Zhou Leng abandoned his protective divine power and used all his true energy for offense.

The battle ended before the sun had even set.

Pale golden light spilled across the grassland, while the pungent smell of blood permeated the battlefield.

Nearby, hundreds and thousands of ferocious beasts lay dead on the ground.

In the distance, young silver-armored warhorses huddled together, shivering.

Despite having countless fractures throughout his body, Zhou Leng remained standing.

Of the eight-toothed mammoths, one died in battle, seven fell to the ground, and the rest, though wounded, still stood.

The silver-armored warhorses of this tribe are not of demigod blood, but their strength has reached the limit of ordinary ferocious beast tribes.

The eight-toothed mammoths surrounded the fallen mammoth in a large circle, and Xiao Ba led Zhou Leng into the circle.

With their trunks raised high, the eight-toothed mammoths sang ancient sacrificial chants.

Melodious and vast, tragic and boundless.

After offering sacrifices to their kin, the ferocious beasts cleaned up the battlefield. The eight-toothed mammoth entered the Silver Armored Warhorse tribe, plundered all the resources, and drove the young Silver Armored Warhorses back.

The little silver-armored warhorses were crying and sobbing, their big, bright eyes shining, their eyes brimming with tears, looking both pitiful and adorable.

Zhou Leng chose the most beautiful and robust silver-armored warhorse from among them to be his mount.

The silver-armored warhorse stubbornly raised its head, its beautiful, bright black eyes filled with unyielding tears.

From now on, your name will be Polly.

The silver-armored warhorse still held its head high, looking down on the hairless, ferocious ape.

Zhou Leng threw it to the ground, punched it twice in the head, grabbed the pony by the neck with his arms, and dragged it forward.

Despite being called a small horse, its strength is equivalent to the late stage of vitality. It is much larger than an ordinary horse on Earth, with a head height of nearly three meters.

The silver-armored pony was dizzy and whimpered wildly, its hooves thrashing and its body twisting erratically.

Zhou Leng was much stronger than it, and dragged it along by the neck. The little horse struggled desperately, but could not break free and could only be forcibly dragged to the ground.

Seeing how pitiful it was, the other ponies looked at Zhou Leng with a hint of fear in their eyes.

The eight-toothed mammoths ignored Zhou Leng; he was just a small horse, and they wouldn't mind killing him and eating him.

After running for more than ten kilometers, the silver-armored pony was still struggling. Zhou Leng punched it twice more, making it dizzy and its struggles weakened.

After running for another ten kilometers, Silver Armor Pony felt his strength return and began to struggle again, but Zhou Lengbangbang punched him twice more.

When they arrived at the Mammoth Tribe, little pony Polly was already stunned. She had bumps on her forehead, and her big, bright black eyes were filled with grievance and a little bit of blankness.

This hairless, ferocious ape is terrifying.

Zhou Leng had the horse's neck locked with his right arm, dragging it wherever he went. Polly had gone mad; this was the greatest humiliation.

As Zhou Leng walked, he said to Da Huang and Xiao Ba, "While I'm gone, you two train it properly. If it disobeys, beat it. I heard that's how horses are trained."

Dahuang and Xiaoba exchanged a glance, wondering if this was how humans tamed horses. It seemed quite different from the way they did in the world of ferocious beasts. However, he was smart, so they listened to him.

Zhou Leng didn't have the time or energy to train the horse, so he had to force it.

Later, we'll make a saddle based on Polly's size. Once we advance to Grandmaster, we can take Polly out of the Beast World and save a lot of energy on long-distance runs.

Before long, Zhou Leng, with Xiao Ma by the neck, collected his spoils.

A complete set of innate silver armor.

It had just been pulled from the corpse of the silver-armored warhorse; it was bloody and reeked of a foul stench, yet its surface was smooth and flawless.

A bucket of blood from a master's warhorse.

The silver-armored warhorse's blood and energy contained abundant power, which was a great tonic for the eight-toothed mammoth. Zhou Leng divided it into dozens of small bottles.

A master's ponytail.

It's not very useful, but it looks nice.

Two whole, naturally born warhorse meat.

Cut, bagged, top-quality innate meat medicinal cuisine, several tons in quantity, enough to eat for a while.

Five portions of medicinal fruit from the Silver Armor Warhorse Tribe.

The "purslane" in the package was in a large bundle, which was the most important medicinal fruit of the Silver Armor Warhorse Tribe.

After consuming it, the skin's properties change, becoming more resilient.

The silver armor on the silver-armored warhorse is due to generations of consuming purslane.

With their silver armor, ordinary ferocious beasts are no match for the Silver Armor Warhorse clan, but they are no match for the eight-toothed mammoth.

After Zhou finished counting his spoils, he said he wanted to buy the horsewhip and horse bones.

The eight-toothed mammoths were puzzled, but they still agreed to Zhou Leng's request and gave him all the horsewhips for free.

They don't eat horse bones anyway; they throw them away as garbage, but ordinary ferocious beasts pick them up and use them as snacks to gnaw on.

Xiao Ba asked, puzzled, why a horsewhip was needed.

Zhou smiled coldly without saying a word.

After rinsing the silver armor, I put it away with great satisfaction.

If this were auctioned on Earth, the wealthy would bid wildly for it.

The reason is simple: it's the first of its kind on the entire planet Earth.

As for those riding whips, they would also drive the wealthy crazy.

Zhou Leng carried the little pony Polly along the way, observing the camp.

Polly initially cursed Zhou Leng for being violent in her mind, but now she cursed him for being a pervert.

Zhou Leng walked all over the camp and got a general idea of ​​what was going on. He then found Da Huang and Xiao Ba.

“Let’s make a deal. From now on, if your tribe has any scraps, like the bones of a primordial horse or bits of meat from a ferocious beast, collect them and throw them near the Frost Giant Tree to freeze.”

“I won’t take advantage of you. I will buy what you need from Earth or other worlds, such as stewed beef, braised pork knuckle, roasted whole lamb, or even roasted whole camel, and exchange the meat for your bones. Of course, there will also be human elixirs suitable for you, or things from other races in the Ten Realms to help you advance. How about it?”

As Da Huang translated, Xiao Ba's drool flowed like a waterfall from the corner of his mouth, and he nodded vigorously.

"You guys save up more. I don't have the strength yet. Once I advance to Grandmaster, I'll start inter-realm trade."

Little Eight patted its chest with its trunk, making loud thumping sounds.

The next day, Zhou Leng looked at Polly and asked Da Huang to translate.

"From now on, you are my mount."

"I'll give you a choice: either continue being dragged along by me or Xiao Ba, or obediently follow us."

After Big Yellow finished speaking, Polly proudly puffed out her chest and raised her head, her silvery-white mane swaying in the wind.

Silver-armored warhorses, never yielding.

Zhou Lengbang punched it twice, then continued to grip its neck and drag it along, deliberately circling twice around the place where the silver-armored warhorse was imprisoned.

Little Pony Polly was overwhelmed with shame and closed her eyes, letting Zhou Leng drag her along.

After dealing with the Silver Armor Warhorse tribe, Zhou Leng, accompanied by the little pony Polly, returned to Mammoth Lake with the eight-toothed mammoths to soak in the water and heal their injuries.

(End of this chapter)