Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 466 Spear Throwing
Suddenly, a magical shield was attacked by a demonic cannon, and its surface cracked.

Zhou Leng took a step forward, channeling all his energy and strength, his body like a large bow, and suddenly threw out a steel spear.

The surging true energy surrounded the steel spear, and this powerful spear was slightly deformed and twisted due to the terrifying effect of the true energy.

boom!
The supersonic spear pierced through the magic shield almost in the blink of an eye, striking a late-game demon warlock.

The caster's body is already fragile, let alone a spear carrying enormous kinetic energy and destructive power of true qi.

With a bang, the demon warlock was blown in half at the waist, and the powerful true energy corroded his body.

Some spells and arrows flew in.

Zhou Leng immediately moved sideways and ran, not letting his guard down even though he knew that spells and arrows of this level could not harm him.

Upon reaching the new city wall, they discovered the protective shield was damaged. They launched another attack, killing another innate orc shaman.

Thus, Zhou Leng only targeted and killed the spellcasters of the demons, regardless of whether they were born with innate abilities or not.

In any world, the cost of training and the time required to develop a spellcaster far exceed that of an ordinary warrior.

The same applies to humans. Many technicians and researchers may seem to have little impact, and most of them live their lives in obscurity, but they are part of countless great achievements.

As night fell, Zhou Leng was in his element; the magical light emanating from the city walls made him an easy target.

After throwing a full thousand steel javelins, Zhou Leng finally felt exhausted and turned to leave.

The Hidden Warriors Captain Zhi Liao followed Chen Shouhu's orders and used the enchanted telescope to observe Zhou Leng.

When Zhou Leng returned, he looked at Zhou Leng's arm and asked, "How many spears did you throw?"

"A thousand."

"What was the result?"

"A mortality rate of around 95%."

"Go back and rest."

Zhou Leng returned to the tent, rubbed his sore right arm, and began to breathe in some energy to rest.

While recording the information, Zhi Liao sent the relevant details to Chen Shouhu.

After sending the numbers, he looked at them in disbelief and sighed softly.

A thousand supersonic spear throws would tear apart the flesh and blood of anyone, let alone someone in the Bone Forging stage, or even a Great Innate stage cultivator.

But this person was fine; apart from a slight redness on his arm, there was no other problem.

He saw through the enchanted telescope that all those killed were spellcasters.

A thousand spellcasters may not seem like much on the surface, but in reality, it is an astonishing number.

Because among demons, spellcasters make up about one-thirtieth of the population, while those with innate and natural abilities are the elite, accounting for nearly one percent.

The thousand spellcasters Zhou Leng killed today are almost equivalent to wiping out the elite spellcasters of an army of 100,000.

The battle raged into the night, and the humans retreated.

After finishing his cultivation, Zhou Leng opened his eyes and began to peruse the innate cultivation techniques recorded in the "Innate Pavilion" of the Ancient River Sect.

Soon, they found a set of spear-throwing martial arts called "Great Meteor Skill".

It's not internal energy cultivation or techniques, but rather a skill that utilizes qi and blood and internal strength to improve throwing ability.

Legend has it that this technique is a branch of the divine martial art "Heavenly Extinguishing Stars". The complete technique can be cultivated to the first level, which allows one to command stars to attack, making it magnificent and domineering.

Zhou Leng has passed the advanced civilization preschool exam. His translation speed is astonishing. In just one night, he mastered the most basic methods of circulating blood and generating power.

The next morning, Zhou Leng joined the first siege team to participate in the attack and used the Magic Ring to change his appearance.

Just like yesterday, we will not climb the city walls or engage in close combat. Instead, we will look for opportunities to kill spellcasters and then those who are unprepared.

Unlike yesterday, Zhou Leng repeatedly used the "Great Meteor Technique" today, but initially he couldn't get the hang of it and often missed the mark.

The original target was lucky, but the surrounding monsters were unlucky, dying mysteriously.

The cicadas watching from afar with binoculars were stunned. At first, they marveled at the Monkey King's unpredictable spear-throwing technique, as they could never guess the trajectory of the target.

But it was soon discovered that Chun Chun had missed the mark.

Zhi Liao smiled helplessly, but then her expression changed slightly.

Could it be that the Monkey King injured his body by throwing too many things yesterday?
He observed slowly with a stern face, realizing that this monkey king was taking great care of his health.

Let's check first. If the injuries are more serious, we'll forcibly drag him back to the main camp.

So, the cicada began to observe Zhou Leng's right arm and body more closely.

By afternoon, the cicadas were confused.

His spear-throwing skills not only recovered, but he became faster, more accurate, and significantly more powerful.

"Did he spend the whole morning practicing spear throwing techniques?"

Late at night, Zhou Leng returned again, having thrown 1,200 sticks that day.

Just like yesterday, he changed his appearance every two hours. Sometimes he would change into Zhang Xinglie, sometimes Song Juesi, and sometimes Zhao He. In short, he changed into everyone, whether they were familiar or not.

After resting, I continued to study "The Great Meteor Kung Fu" in depth.

Perhaps it was because this technique resonated with his own internal energy or other techniques that he found it increasingly easy and enjoyable to use.

As the sun rose, the third day of battle began. Zhou Leng arrived at the battlefield once again, throwing his Great Meteor Technique.

Today's throwing level has improved again.

By evening, a rough count showed a 100% hit rate and a 99% mortality rate.

By the fifth day, the number of spellcasters on the city wall had decreased, and Zhou Leng's attack frequency had also decreased.

Soon, Zhou Leng recalled his experience on the shores of Taihu Lake.

Upon careful calculation, he realized that in just four days, he had killed nearly four thousand spellcasters.

The remaining spellcasters began to move away from the city walls, and there were hardly any left outside the walls.

Therefore, Zhou Leng began to change his targets, killing both spellcasters and innate beings.

With the Great Meteor Technique, the success rate of killing a Xiantian at this distance has greatly increased.

The overall commander of Tiger Hill Fortress is the Heavenly Calamity Envoy. However, he rarely participates in the battle command of Tiger Hill Fortress; he commands the entire demon army of the Water Island Fortress.

The one truly in charge of commanding Tiger Hill Fortress was a Duke of Four Directions, the corner of the four directions.

He once entered the underground passage of the Tree People's World, was hunted down by the Tyrannical Blood, and managed to save his life and avoid the Tyrannical Blood's clutches by scheming against other Grandmasters.

The battle reports were all normal a few days ago.

But in recent days, the situation has become somewhat strange.

The death rate for spellcasters has more than doubled.

I asked around, but there were no results. In the end, I could only conclude that the spellcaster was positioned too far forward a few days ago, and the opponent had excellent spear throwers, or that he might have been killed by the demonized cannon.

The human army outside the fortress also began to wonder.

The mortality rate among martial artists has decreased significantly, especially the number of seriously ill patients suffering from complex spells has decreased dramatically.

An investigation was launched, and it was discovered that the battle achievements of the man called the Monkey King were very strange.

The merit of killing the spellcaster was significantly greater than that of an ordinary demon of the same level, and their captain, Zhiliao, even helped to verify the merit, adding video evidence.

The commanders reviewed the battle videos provided by Zhiliao, watching them repeatedly.

"Is this monkey king really that fierce?"

"By the shores of Taihu Lake, he was an arrow-bearer and a sea monster killer; at the Third Mine, he was a top-tier meritorious soldier and a first-class combat hero; but when he went to the Tiger Hill battlefield, he became a mage killer. If his battle merits are not a problem, he alone is equivalent to killing all the elite spellcasters in an army of 500,000 demons."

"I suspect that there are no more than four thousand elite spellcasters left in the entire Tiger Hill Fortress."

"We calculated before that, not counting ordinary spellcasters, but only elite spellcasters around the prime stage, there were about 15,000 at Tiger Hill Fortress. And then, the Monkey King took down a third of them all by himself?"

"The martial arts Hua Tuo deleted his account and switched to the poisonous Hua Tuo technique, which ironically saved several thousand of our martial artists."

"By extending the timeframe, we might have saved tens of thousands of lives."

"The key is that he's incredibly cunning. At first, he changed his appearance every two hours, but starting yesterday, he changed it every half hour. And he's always running and moving. Who has time to keep staring at one person?"

"He single-handedly shook up a corner of Tiger Hill Fortress, just as he single-handedly reversed the battles of Taihu Lake and the Third Mine."

"Not counting strategic military achievements, but only counting combat achievements in killing the enemy, he is far ahead, probably more than eighty times that of the second-place player..."

"That's a bit scary."

"Let's request our superiors to increase the security level. This data has already surpassed that of all previous Martial Saints..."

On the seventh day, Zhou Leng could no longer see the spellcaster from below the city, and the innate martial artists were all more vigilant, greatly reducing the kill rate.

Zhou Leng began to target elite archer and spear-wielding monsters, especially those with the Hundred-Eyed Bow.

While on the shores of Taihu Lake, he was shot by the Hundred-Eyed Bow and became a man carrying arrows.

The number of spellcasters has decreased significantly, while the number of warriors climbing the city walls has increased dramatically.

Zhou Leng would occasionally leap onto the city wall and throw spears from its edge, hunting down spellcasters and innate beings.

Once the monsters advance, immediately retreat from the city walls.

This is not the final assault. If we charge in now, even if we manage to get through, we will be driven back.

Rather than indiscriminately sacrificing lives, it is better to effectively kill the enemy.

With fewer targets worth killing, Zhou Leng began to change his targets.

Occasionally, they would begin killing elite demons, especially those that were attacking human warriors and had the upper hand.

In this way, the force doesn't need to be so strong; the throwing frequency can be increased by reducing the force.

Late on the tenth night, Zhou Leng left the battlefield and returned to rest.

The Hidden Warriors looked at Zhou Leng with eyes full of respect.

The cicada asked, "You seem to have released more rays today, about how many?"

Zhou Leng glanced at the rest and said, "We invested 3,200 today, mostly in low-value targets."

“Low value…” The cicada was speechless.

After waking up from a nap, Zhou Leng received some news.

Chen Shouhu and the entire martial arts brigade, leading an army of 200,000 martial artists, have already set off.

On the eleventh day, the martial arts team arrived.

The atmosphere on the entire battlefield suddenly became tense.

Even those who don't understand strategy and tactics know what the arrival of Chen Shouhu and the Martial Arts Brigade signifies.

That day, Chen Shouhu summoned all the Xiantian experts to adjust the battle plan.

The real siege has begun.

On the twelfth day, the sun rose in the east, its faint light illuminating the Water Island Demon City.

At first, ordinary martial artists were dispatched, seemingly as usual.

But not long after, squads of innate magic masters and innate martial artists arrived near the city walls.

Ten times denser than usual, the demonic shells rained down on the city walls, creating an overwhelming barrage that rendered the monsters on top unable to attack the humans outside the walls.

Outside the city walls, innate magic masters were casting spells.

Rumble…

Large sections of the city wall collapsed, and a large amount of rubble was either absorbed by magic or teleported away.

In less than fifteen minutes, two of the four city walls almost vanished into thin air.

"Slay the demon!"

"Slay the demon!"

Countless warriors stormed into Tiger Hill Fortress.

Street fighting, far more brutal than siege warfare, has begun.

(End of this chapter)