Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 404 Illusion
Soon, wounds began to appear all over Zhou Leng's body.

However, all wounds, whether from magic or normal attacks, heal in a very short time.

As a result, Zhou Leng's skin remained smooth and tender all over his body, without a single scratch.

But the flesh-and-blood chariot and the radiant light of the candle were covered in more and more wounds.

The chariot of flesh and blood began to twist, its arms repeatedly broken by Zhou Leng and regrown multiple times.

Mingzhu Zhihui suffered multiple injuries to his chest, abdomen, and shoulders, and his hands were cracked in various places.

Zhou Leng did not attack his hands, but his sword, because it frequently struck Zhou Leng, caused his hands to be injured by the recoil.

However, his entire body was radiant with magical light, making it impossible for even Zhou Leng to see clearly.

The flesh-and-blood chariot roared, "Demon Warlock, curse Zhou Leng!"

Mingzhu Zhihui's eyes flashed, but he did not stop him.

The five demon warlocks in the party cast spells simultaneously.

Innate-level curses rained down on Zhou Leng one after another.

Chaos, death threats, nightmares, blurred vision, disease outbreaks...

The demons could only watch helplessly as the effect was present, but minimal.

"Your martial will is so strong." Mingzhu Zhihui's tone was no longer as firm as before, but was mixed with a clear sense of helplessness.

They had already given it their all, but they still couldn't defeat Zhou Leng.

Suddenly, Zhou Leng found an opportunity, grabbed the flesh-and-blood chariot, and hurled it at the Bright Candlelight like a hammer.

The two powerful demons were sent flying backward, rolling dozens of meters before quickly getting up and staring at Zhou Leng, one in front of the other.

Just then, a group of people walked out of one of the passageways in the cave's main hall.

The group was positioned to the side and slightly in front of Zhou Leng, who was only looking straight ahead, his sides obscured by illusions, so he couldn't see them.

Gong Futing and Rao Mingxian walked out of the passage.

The moment Gong Futing saw Zhou Leng, he couldn't hold back any longer. Without thinking, he rushed straight towards Mingzhu Zhihui, ready to kill Zhou Leng and avenge his junior brother Tian Wenhu and cousin Fan Yongrui.

Gong Futing shouted, "Lord Mingzhu Zhihui, I'm here to help you."

Rao Mingxian gritted his teeth and shouted, "Senior Gong, be careful, Zhou Leng is very strong."

Rao Mingxian glanced at Zhou Leng's wrist; he wasn't wearing the enchanted wristwatch, so it should be in the magic pouch.

He sighed inwardly. Just as the two of them approached, the demonized wristwatch had received a message, but Zhou Leng hadn't seen it.

He observed his surroundings, pondering a way to help Zhou Leng escape.

Neither Gong Futing rushed over nor Rao Mingxian shouted, Zhou Leng, trapped in the illusion, saw or heard them.

Zhou Leng took a deep breath, lowered his shoulders and back slightly, and placed his feet firmly on the ground.

It resembles a giant elephant about to gallop.

The power of the shockwave permeated the entire body.

The tattered clothes were completely torn apart.

The previously hidden power was fully released.

Now that we have a complete understanding of the Demon Warrior's attack methods, let's take them by surprise and go all out to eliminate Bright Candlelight.

Zhou Leng's legs suddenly swelled to two sizes, like two giant pillars, and he slammed them into the ground.

Zhou Leng shot forward with a roar, and behind him, the ground collapsed, and a ring of smoke and dust exploded and spread.

War tramples.

The speed kept increasing, and eventually, it exceeded 255 meters per second.

75% of the speed of sound.

The terrifying gravity still weighed on him, but as he ran, Zhou Leng flew out like a giant whale, gathering his strength before crashing into the sea.

Whale Fall Force.

Transform the force of gravity that hinders the body into an offensive force.

Zhou Leng was like a human cannonball, charging straight towards the radiance of the bright candle and the chariot of flesh and blood.

The Radiant Candle and the Flesh Chariot were stunned by Zhou Leng's previous power and stared intently at him, afraid of being distracted.

As for Gong Futing's arrival, the two of them didn't care at all.

If the two of them are struggling so much against Zhou Leng, what use is Gong Futing, who is at the peak of the Blood Transformation Realm?

However, to their surprise, Gong Futing actually rushed over.

Zhou Leng rushed over just then.

Then, everyone saw Gong Futing rush to Zhou Leng's side.

The surroundings were obscured by illusions, and Zhou Leng only saw a shadow flash past his side for a last moment.

The relative speed between the two is already far exceeding the speed of sound.

boom!
Zhou Leng collided with Gong Futing as easily as a giant elephant stepping on a wild dog while running; he didn't even flinch.

Gong Futing was as if he had been hit by a high-speed train at full speed. His chest and abdomen suddenly collapsed and then exploded into several pieces, scattering everywhere and spraying blood.

Gong Futing's head, connected to half of his chest, fell to the ground, his eyes staring blankly at the cave ceiling.

Some words from the past surfaced in my mind.

"Fifty moves. Even if Zhou Leng is a top-tier genius, he lacks experience. I can take him down within fifty moves."

"Shanheyuan is very powerful."

"Seventy moves. This time, it will probably take seventy moves to kill Zhou Leng."

How many moves are there now?
Gong Futing stared wide-eyed, then breathed his last.

Rao Mingxian looked at Zhou Leng and breathed a sigh of relief.

"He is Zhou Leng."

Zhang Xiaoxiao also arrived with her people and watched quietly.

Zhou Leng had never met Gong Futing before. He thought to himself, "The illusion magic of Mingzhu Zhihui is really amazing. The sight and sound are just like real people. But the touch when it hits is as thin and brittle as paper. It is obviously not a real person."

Zhou Leng immediately understood.

Even the most powerful illusions are not perfect.

Just like the light of a bright candle, no matter how powerful the magic, it cannot conceal his weakness.

Strong military force is the fundamental solution.

Illusion is nothing but a trick of the weak!

With a speed surpassing even the brilliance of a bright candle, Zhou Leng rushed in front of him and delivered a powerful shoulder strike. His body fell like a whale, his shoulder and arm crashing into the mountain.

boom!
An unparalleled, terrifying force crashed down on the radiance of the bright candle.

The protective spell instantly shattered, and his shoulder and arm struck his chest.

Click...

This Iron Mountain Lean was even more powerful than when it struck Gong Futing while he was charging up.

The combined force of the Whale Falling Force and the Blood Shaking True Qi instantly unleashed ten times the power of the previous impact.

The flesh-and-blood chariot's expression changed drastically. It stretched out its eight arms and charged forward, trying to embrace the radiance of the candle.

Zhou Leng, along with Mingzhu Zhihui, crashed into the square body of the flesh-and-blood chariot.

The ear-piercing sound of twisting steel exploded, creaking and groaning, making one's teeth ache.

The chariot's steel shell was deeply recessed, trapping the light of the candle within it.

His chest and abdomen were smashed to pieces, and the surrounding bones were cracked inch by inch, with only his head and two legs intact.

The powerful impact squeezed blood and fragments of internal organs from the bottom up, filling his mouth.

When he opened his mouth, blood and bits of flesh gushed out.

The flesh-and-blood chariot groaned in pain as its steel shell sank deep into its flesh. The terrifying aftershocks of the impact reverberated through its body, causing cracks to appear all over its surface.

Zhou Leng looked down at his shoulder and arm, which were bruised and swollen, but the swelling was visibly subsiding.

The surface of the bone beneath the flesh is cracked, but it is also repairing rapidly.

At this moment, Azure Flame, Flourishing Root, Silver Lake Moon, and Xiao Yong rushed out from another passage and looked into the arena.

Zhou Leng charged forward with all his might, aiming his body at Mingzhuzhihui's head.

"go to hell……"

Bright Candlelight's eyes exploded, and two balls of pitch-black high-level demonic fire merged into one, transforming into a thick pillar of fire tens of meters high, which descended from the sky and struck Zhou Leng.

The black flames are like the night, blooming like flowers, burning fiercely like the wind.

Great Demon Flame Explosion.

The intense heat ignited the air within dozens of meters, shattering the earth. White shockwaves swept in all directions, kicking up debris and dust. Everyone instinctively stretched out their arms to shield themselves.

The flesh-and-blood chariot, so robust, was thrown like a piece of paper by the terrifying impact, landing on the ground and rolling around continuously.

"Zhou Leng!"

"Brother Zhou Leng!"

"My Grand Duke!"

Cangfeizhiyan, Maoshengzhigen, Rao Mingxian, Zhang Xiaoxiao, Yinhuyue and others shouted in unison and rushed towards Zhou Leng regardless of the danger.

The monument to Xiongshan blinked as it witnessed this scene.

It's understandable that his teammates rushed towards Zhou Leng, but why did the two demon worshippers on the other side also run towards Zhou Leng?
The crowd pushed through the swirling dust and looked toward where Zhou Leng was.

The earth cracked, forming an inland basin with a diameter of more than 30 meters.

Zhou Leng lay in the middle of the basin, his whole body charred black.

The charred skin cracked open inch by inch, revealing pink at the cracks.

"Brother Zhou Leng!" Zhang Xiaoxiao was heartbroken. Her only friends left were Zhou Leng and Zhang Xinglie. Recently, she hadn't seen Zhang Xinglie and had become even closer to Zhou Leng.

Rao Mingxian was filled with self-reproach. If he had run away earlier and notified Zhou Leng, perhaps this could have been avoided.

Yin Huyue's eyes blurred, tears streaming down her face. After receiving the inheritance, she discovered that she had gained the power of the Elf Saintess, all thanks to Zhou Leng.

But now, her grand duke is about to die.

Azure Flame and Lush Roots both wore expressions of sorrow.

The Lush Roots asked, "Is that magic very powerful?"

Cangfei Zhiyan sighed, "Great Demonic Flame Burst, sealing away the attack of a Grandmaster Demon Warlock. Even with the Mother Tree Bark Armor protecting him, it's impossible to weaken such powerful damage in such a short time."

"Didn't you say it has fire-resistant properties?"

"The Great Demonic Flame Burst, is it something someone can withstand innately? Look at his skin, look how burned it is. I have so many potions, but now I dare not even touch it, let alone treat it, it would probably shatter if I did. Look at his cracked wounds, those pale pink marks, they're all injuries... Hmm?"

Azure Flame stepped closer and reached out to block the others.

"That's not right. Underneath the charred cracks, there's not a wound, but new skin."

Yin Huyue wiped away her tears and said happily, "Your Highness has received a better inheritance, so you will be alright."

The pitch-black charcoal figure suddenly sat up.

"what……"

People nearby were startled, and Xiongshan Monument clenched its legs, almost wetting itself in fright.

"Why are you all looking at me like that..."

Zhou Leng looked down and was shocked to see that his skin was charred black and cracked all over.

"Ouch...it hurts a little."

As he spoke, he tore open a layer of charred flesh, revealing delicate pink skin underneath, newly grown, resembling a baby's skin.

Zhou Lengyun used his true energy to give a slight tremor.

His true energy erupted, and his charred skin and flesh fell off in a torrent.

A fair-skinned adult with completely naked skin appeared.

"Ah..." Zhang Xiaoxiao hurriedly covered her face and turned around.

Yin Huyue blushed, took out a thin blanket of grass leaves, and covered Zhou Leng with it.

Zhou Leng blushed, took out clothes from the magic bag, and put them on.

My best magic pouch was only slightly damaged, while the other two magic pouches were severely damaged, so I replaced them.

Cang Fei Zhi Yan looked at Zhou Leng, whose head was bald, and said, "You've become stronger, and you've also gone bald."

"Ok?"

Then, to everyone's disbelief, Zhou Leng's black hair was sprouting at a visible speed.

“Amazing…” Xiongshan Monument murmured softly.

"Rare..."

Just as Zhou Leng was about to greet him, Rao Mingxian sped away.

Zhang Xiaoxiao said, "He's just a coward."

(End of this chapter)