Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 432 Suspended
The man pointed at Zhou Leng and asked Stormgate, "Did he kill your Black Dragon?"

Stormgate's face darkened, and he hurriedly shook his head: "No, my black dragon assistant died on his own."

Everyone was stunned.

Zhou Leng smiled coldly and said, "I could have killed him."

"Really?"

"real."

Stormgate breathed a sigh of relief and said, "He did kill him, but he is innocent. It was my black dragon who took the initiative to kill him, and he had no choice but to act in self-defense."

The magic masters glanced at the badge on Stormgate's body. It came from Storm Tower, not as good as the Three Towers, but stronger than the Ice and Snow Cult. Why was it so scared?

"How many punches did you use?"

Having gained experience, Stormgate looked at Zhou Leng.

“To be honest, no problem,” Zhou Leng said.

“One punch,” said Storm Gate.

"If you lie, it's the same as deceiving the Three Towers."

“You can try it yourself. I believe your spilled brains won’t deceive the Three Towers,” Stormgate said.

The demon master stood frozen in place.

The Eye of the Spirit Hall had a pleasant conversation with Zhou Leng earlier, and said, "I advise you to be more restrained. The War of the Ten Realms is about to begin. If you start an internal conflict with the Ice and Snow Cult and then a diplomatic dispute with Blue Star, you don't need me to elaborate on the responsibilities you will bear."

The Book of the Spirit Hall then said, "Let me add something. After we get out, my brother and I will submit an application to the Gate of Gods to invite him to be a foreign member of the Gate of Gods. As for his level of divine script, well, we've been listening to his lectures the whole time."

"You two are too kind," Zhou Leng said.

The three tower's spirit masters exchanged glances. The two brothers from the Spirit Hall often taught at the Gate of God.

A demon wielder hurried to the Eighth Palace, standing at the entrance and looking towards the demon wielders who represented the highest status inside.

Several magic masters wanted to make a move, but Shan Hai Zhi Guang sighed and said, "Do you remember how many life-saving magical artifacts I was carrying when I came in?"

The eighth palace's spirit master looked closely at the light of the mountains and seas, and the more he looked, the more he felt something was wrong.

The Shan Hai family is a demigod family, incredibly wealthy in the demon realm, so why don't they have a single high-level demon artifact on them now?
The necklaces, rings, ornaments, and even the robes were all ordinary items.

Shan Hai Zhi Guang said, "I fought with this Zhou Leng and destroyed all my life-saving magical artifacts. He even stole the Heart of the Labyrinth. Throughout the whole process, I was constantly being chased."

The other magic masters looked at each other. They were on par with Shan Hai Zhi Guang, at most evenly matched.

However, if you include magical artifacts, they are far from being a match for the Light of Mountains and Seas.

"This human martial artist is that strong?"

"He smashed my sandcastle with a single blow, scaring my heart out of my throat," said Shan Hai Zhi Guang.

The other spirit masters remained silent.

They faced a sandcastle, and it would take them a long time to breach it.

"He earned my respect through his skills, so I won't make a move. Anyone who wants to make a move can try."

After finishing his speech, Shan Hai Zhi Guang walked to a corner and continued meditating, using the pressure of the Eighth House to hone his mental strength.

The others looked at each other.

The path of intimidation is fraught with difficulties.

Once a battle begins, you will be subjected to oppressive force, and the area is very small. If you are not careful, you will be approached by a martial artist.

The key unspoken rules are just that—unspoken rules. Once they're brought into the open, the Three Towers become a laughingstock.

One of the demon spirit masters said, "He is just a martial artist. It is impossible for him to have a martial will as strong as Zhao Dongjun's. Compared with our spiritual power, their martial will is nothing."

“That’s right. Look at his muscles, he’s tall and strong, his mental strength can’t possibly be comparable to ours. There have been clear tests before, the average mental strength of a magic spirit master is about 50% higher than that of a human martial artist.”

"It wouldn't be good to break ties on the Path of Intimidation. Let's wait until the trial is over, then pay him a visit and see how strong he is."

"This is the world of demons."

The four magic masters nodded slightly, agreeing to join forces after the trial.

Seeing that the strongest demons of the Eighth Palace did not make a move, the other demon masters were immediately discouraged and silently returned to their respective palaces to sit down.

Zhou Leng glanced at everyone and stepped into the Eighth Palace.

A strange pressure descended, unlike any before. It was neither aggressive nor oppressive, but rather a warm and gentle force, somewhat like the feeling of a perfect mother, making one instinctively believe in this power.

Zhou Leng, with his strong martial will, immediately realized that this must be a peculiar life form. Its aura was similar to that of a succubus, possessing a seductive power that could make people succumb.

It may seem ordinary, but it is actually more difficult to deal with than aggressive intimidation.

Zhou Leng stood there for a while, feeling a strange ripple in his heart, and he always wanted to get closer to this power.

However, the thought of this power overlapping with the feeling of a mother instinctively arouses aversion and disgust.

A true mother doesn't deliberately display this power to make people feel close to her.

True closeness is natural and based on mutual trust.

This kind of intimidation is more like using the mother's name to commit evil deeds.

After standing there for a while, Zhou Leng felt alright. Although his heart was fluctuating, he was not completely tempted, so he continued to observe the wall.

The buildings here are more complete, and more variations of divine runes appear on the surface.

Some variants of the divine script seem to contain magical power.

Zhou Leng filmed, learned, and reflected along the way, gaining a great deal from the experience.

Because these variations of the divine script are consistent with the system of the seven-colored divine script, they corroborate each other, and one can unconsciously gain a better understanding of the seven-colored divine script learned before.

Halfway there, Zhou Leng suddenly raised his hand and slapped his chest.

Because of a lack of luck, it's almost like scratching an itch.

Zhou Leng paused for a moment, then turned his head to look at the octopus shadow in the white sphere.

He had been unknowingly controlled and slapped himself.

Fortunately, we had been on guard against this strange pressure for some time.

"That's quite interesting..."

Zhou Leng simply sat down and carefully felt the oppressive aura.

An unimaginable sense of chaos filled my mind.

This pressure was not a single pressure like before, but a mixed pressure formed by the entanglement of hundreds of strange wills.

Therefore, this kind of pressure is full of contradictions.

On one hand, they offer parental care, but on the other hand, they secretly attack like enemies.

They extend goodwill, but quickly turn a blind eye. Every time they drive someone crazy, they suddenly withdraw their power.

At first, this oppressive force was slow, then it quickly became faster and faster.

Within a minute, it was pulled back and forth hundreds of times.

People with slightly weak willpower will inevitably be driven to develop schizophrenia.

Fortunately, Zhou Leng had a strong martial arts will and gradually adapted.

Always keep a certain distance from this kind of pressure. Whether the other party is friendly or harmful, maintain a sufficient distance so that you will never be affected.

After a long while, Zhou Leng suddenly heard some background noise.

Upon opening his eyes, he saw a demon spiritist kneeling beneath the white sphere, weeping bitterly.

"You love me, don't you..."

"No, you're hurting me, I hate you..."

"No, no, no, you're right, you're right in every way, I'll give you everything..."

"You're crazy! This is mine, it's not yours..."

Zhou Leng glanced at him, sighed softly, and thought, "This person is finished."

The pressure from the eighth house essentially tests the "self," a branch of one's mental will.

Only a person with an independent self, who can accept two completely opposite dramatic changes, can withstand this test; otherwise, they will inevitably be tormented.

After a while, the man cried out like a madman, knelt on the ground, and banged his head against the ground.

boom!boom!boom……

Blood was flowing freely, and his skull was cracked open, but he still did not stop.

Zhou Leng really wanted to go up and help, but knew he couldn't.

If you go there at this time, you will inevitably be attacked and become the target of venting.

Just as he was about to die from the impact, a beam of white light descended and enveloped him.

The man fell into a deep sleep and vanished along with the white light.

The other spirit masters who witnessed this scene felt both sympathy and vigilance.

This kind of mental manipulation is even more difficult to defend against than offensive mental pressure.

Snapped!
Several people suddenly raised their hands and slapped themselves in the face.

Zhou Leng, having become accustomed to this oppressive aura, rose and continued walking around the palace, recording the divine inscriptions.

Then, proceed to the Ninth House.

Standing at the entrance of the Ninth Palace, looking up at the sphere on the roof.

Inside the sphere was a human figure; Zhou Leng recognized the hairstyle and appearance at a glance.

Zhao Dongjun, the Martial Saint.

Zhou Leng was stunned for a moment, never expecting that Zhao Sheng's power would be assigned to the Ninth Palace.

Upon further reflection, he understood. Zhao Dongjun was recognized as one of the strongest martial saints in the Ten Realms. Many alien races in the Ten Realms might not know martial saints such as Zhu Shiji, Chen Shaohuang, Wu Duanxiong, or Wan Yumin, but they must have heard of Zhao Dongjun's name.

Zhao Dongjun has cooperated with the Demon Spirit World many times, so it is perfectly normal for him to place his Martial Saint aura here.

Humans also have similar trials, but only those who reach the Grandmaster level can participate.

Below the Grandmaster level, only the sons of the major martial arts clans are qualified to undergo the test of the Martial Saint's pressure.

No matter how talented or meritorious others are, those at the Innate Realm cannot participate in this Martial Saint Trial.

The Wu warlords firmly control this top-tier cultivation resource.

Then, a smile appeared on Zhou Leng's face.

The rewards from just Dongjun's aura far exceeded expectations, not to mention the numerous divine texts that followed.

Legend has it that Zhao Dongjun once entered a mysterious advanced civilization trial, which caused his martial arts will to mutate and become exceptionally powerful.

His martial will possesses the powerful ability to ward off all evil and suppress all demons.

This legend is highly improbable, and Zhao Dongjun was not the strongest in all martial arts, but he was indeed recognized by the martial arts saints as the number one in martial arts will.

Zhao Dongjun's martial arts skills have been surpassed by many martial arts masters, but his martial will is unparalleled throughout history.

He might even be the strongest in the Ten Realms.

However, strangely enough, this powerful martial will was the subject of some odd rumors in previous years.

It is said that when Zhao Dongjun was recuperating, he would occasionally shed tears, leading people to suspect that his injuries were too severe and caused him to develop Alzheimer's disease.

Zhou Leng sighed softly as he recalled the various rumors about Zhao Dongjun.

Scanning the Ninth Palace, only five people were sitting there, one of whom was the Mountain and Sea Light whose Labyrinth Heart had been taken away.

At this moment, the Heart of the Maze above everyone's heads had been completely absorbed.

Those who can cultivate in the Ninth Palace are all powerful demon spirit masters, destined to become legends, and have the potential to become demigods.

Since this was Zhao Dongjun's martial will, Zhou Leng no longer cared about the divine script.

Go inside and sit down cross-legged.

With eyes closed, a great sun rises before my eyes.

It shines brightly across the sky, illuminating all nations.

An indescribable, surging aura spread from the endless void, pressing down on all sides of the body.

Unlike other forms of purely aggressive or controlling mental pressure.

Zhao Dongjun's martial arts aura contains three kinds of power.

One type is designed to test the immense pressure on the trial participants, but this pressure is not aggressive; rather, it is positive, majestic, and protective.

It does not force people to fight, but rather tempers their martial will through a combination of guidance and pressure.

One is righteous spirit, which washes away evil spirits, dispels distracting thoughts, and tempers the spirit.

This power is so strong and pure that it's like tearing apart one's will and scraping away at the bone with a knife, causing pain far exceeding any form of mental pressure.

This cleansing power is so strong, beyond reason and against intuition, that many people cannot withstand it physically or mentally, ultimately failing and mistakenly believing it to be harmful.

The third type is a strong sense of self-confidence.

This confidence, unlike the previous kind that inspired submission and madness, is a pure, selfless, and sincere example.

This power of self-confidence can inspire everyone who undergoes trials, making the trial participants more confident, pure, and fearless.

(End of this chapter)