Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 467 Reverse Push
At first, Zhou Leng continued to use javelins, but soon found that in the chaotic urban warfare, pure javelin throwing was no longer very efficient.

Put away the spear.

I didn't use the Greatsword to melt the wall because I haven't mastered swordsmanship; the Greatsword is better suited for killing weak demons.

This time, he drew the legendary longsword, Frost Cry.

Although this sword has been used in the world of the Tree People, it is the most appropriate choice when facing numerous innate demonic masters.

Zhou Leng, dressed in camouflage, charged into the battlefield.

Sword in hand, I enter Tiger Hill; the frost's cry illuminates the demons.

He had already mastered the Star Trail Sword Technique to a minor degree.

A battle chariot made of forged bones and flesh charged at high speed, smashing into an entire squad of human warriors.

Zhou Leng raised his sword and charged straight ahead.

The Bone and Flesh Chariot charged forward with a sinister grin.

The two sides are getting closer and closer.

Zhou Leng leaped lightly onto the chariot, facing the enormous flesh-and-blood demon.

Just as the flesh-and-blood chariot was about to swing its arm to attack, suddenly a flash of frost appeared before its eyes, and its whole body felt icy cold. Looking down, it realized...

His body had been cut into dozens of pieces at some point, and the pieces were scattered all over the ground.

It then realized that the opponent was using exquisite swordsmanship before jumping forward.

Stepping over the corpses of the carnage, Zhou Leng continued his charge.

Passing by ordinary monsters is like wielding a lawnmower; a swift movement and the task is done, leaving without a trace.

Behind them, hordes of monsters collapsed to the ground.

The wounds were clean; either the body was decapitated or there was a hole in the chest. There was no third way to die.

When the enemy swarmed in, Zhou Leng fought bravely, like a sword-wielding general, single-handedly killing the enemy.

The enemies were scattered everywhere. Zhou Leng's figure was like a ghost, like a peerless assassin. He could kill any Xiantian cultivator with a single blow and then immediately flee.

With each street battle, Zhou Leng gained more and more experience, constantly switching between the roles of general and assassin.

The primary objective is to kill innate beings, with ordinary demons as a secondary objective.

Suddenly, a roar came from the left front.

"Humans! Do not retreat!"

"Humans! Do not retreat!"

Zhou Leng stepped over the houses and sped away.

From afar, on a wide main road, a large number of innate demonic creatures formed a suicide squad, pressing forward like a road roller.

Wherever it went, human warriors were torn apart, their flesh and blood splattering everywhere.

Humanity is about to be crushed in a direct confrontation by innate demons whose numbers and strength overwhelm them.

In such large-scale battles, neither swords, knives, nor bare hands are the best options.

Heavy weapons are the only option.

Zhou Leng sheathed his Frost Cry Sword, donned a legendary arm shield on his left arm, and gripped a legendary spiked club in his right hand.

The mother tree's bark armor and the shimmering silver armor provide dual protection.

On the main road, the innate demons, like bulldozers, advanced steadily, step by step.

The number of human martial artists with innate abilities is insufficient, forcing them to retreat step by step.

At the very front of the enemy line, rows of warriors fell.

Countless warriors roared from behind, but with limited maneuvers, many could not exert their full power.

Suddenly, a dark figure descended from the sky.

Everyone looked up and saw a masked human holding a gilded shield with dragon patterns on his left arm and a large, pure black spiked mace in his right hand. His blood and qi surged throughout his body, and the blood vessels and tendons under his skin slowly writhed and spread, as if a group of snakes were attached to his body.

boom!
With a single blow, his blood and qi exploded, and the entire innate demon beneath his staff blasted into a bloody mist that splattered everywhere.

He turned around again, gripped the spiked club with both hands, and swung it horizontally.

Puff puff……

Three demons were cut in half by the spiked club, and the fourth demon was crushed in the waist and abdomen and passed out.

The attack landed on Zhou Leng, but he neither dodged nor evaded. He gripped the spiked club and swung it down.

The demon in front raised its flaming sword with both arms to parry.

With a snap, the longsword broke, and then with a thud, the sword and the head were smashed into the body, turning into a pile of mud.

Zhou Leng suddenly stepped back, gripped the club like a spear, and thrust it out. Just as the front of the spiked club struck the demon, he unleashed a deadly move with his right hand, Qian Hai, pushing the end of the long pole.

The thick spiked club, propelled by immense force, pierced through one, two, and three demons like a sharp spear.

Zhou Leng gripped the spiked club, his true energy surging. With a gentle shake, the three demons' bodies cracked and scattered in all directions.

In the hands of a master of innate skill, the power of a long-handled heavy weapon is like a demon-slaying artifact.

All the demons ahead, regardless of their race, their genius, or their agility, would have no choice but to meet Zhou Leng's spiked club head-on in this dense battlefield.

Break all laws with one force.

Zhou Leng hardly uses any techniques, only basic methods such as sweeping, smashing, swinging, and stabbing.

For all monsters, the only option is to tough it out.

There is no other way.

The giant's body, the ferocious beast's strength, the human race's true energy, and the warrior's will were all forged into Zhou Leng's body by this furnace-like battlefield and endless demons.

Zhou Leng transformed into a ferocious humanoid beast; wherever his weapon was, he was invincible.

All human martial artists dodged the whistling spiked clubs.

All the monsters tried to avoid the spiked club, but they couldn't escape it.

Zhou Leng stood in the middle of the eight-lane road, a lone figure like a sword, piercing through the arrogant army of demons.

The warriors on the two rear flanks felt an invisible encouragement and roared forward.

The demon, which had been advancing relentlessly, was crushed by Zhou Leng and lost all its edge.

One after another, innate demons charged towards them, awaiting them only endless barrages of spiked clubs.

No tricks, all strength.

Demons from all races took turns advancing, falling one after another, until a muscular demon giant, as tall as a three-story building, charged forward.

The demon giant was entirely black, its body as hard as steel, and it emitted a metallic sheen.

He brandished a totem pole thicker than a spiked club and slammed it down on Zhou Leng.

The spiked club struck the totem pole diagonally from bottom to top.

when……

The morning bell rang out, shattering the darkness of night.

Beneath their feet, the earth cracked layer by layer.

The totem pole and the spiked club swung away simultaneously, forcing the two men to stumble back several steps. They stared at each other, then stepped forward together and swung their clubs with all their might.

Powerful and fierce, heaven and earth clashing.

thump...

The evening drum trembled, and the two retreated three more steps, each step leaving a crater.

Everyone saw that blood was flowing from the giant demon's wrist.

Zhou Leng's hands were cut as if by a knife, yet no blood flowed.

Zhou Leng and the demon giant suddenly laughed in unison, blood flowing between their teeth.

The two moved forward again, and the spiked club and the totem pole collided for the third time.

boom……

The totem pole flew out of my hand, traveling dozens of meters before crashing into and collapsing a house.

The demon giant retreated three steps, stomping its feet repeatedly, before finally stopping.

Everyone saw that the giant demon's flesh began to tear open from his hands, like invisible blades slicing through his arms.

The wounds spread, and within seconds, the giant's entire body was torn apart.

His entire body was pitch black, his wounds were crimson, yet he laughed heartily, spitting out blood, and clenched his fists, smashing them towards Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng raised his spiked club with both hands, leaped high into the air like the moon, and swung the club down.

The demon giant raised his arm to block.

The spiked club shattered the arms, smashed the head, and shattered the body of the demon giant.

Zhou Lengluo lay on the ground, leaning on his spiked club, panting heavily.

bang...

The demon giant fell to the ground, and the entire arena fell silent.

For the first time, both demons and humans present witnessed human warriors crushing the peak of power in the Demon Prison.

Zhou Leng took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

He held his spiked club high in both hands, standing like a flag.

"Slay the demon!"

"Slay the demon!"

"Slay the demon!"

The sounds were like waves, each one louder than the last.

Zhou Leng strode forward, like a human spear piercing into the demon army.

So ferocious that even the demons trembled in fear.

With unwavering determination, the human race, led by Zhou Leng, pressed forward, forward, forward.

They pushed through ten streets, completely suppressing the demon.

The people behind thought that this was the end, and that the masked warrior would retreat to rest.

After all, he had killed too many demons, which had taken a heavy toll on him.

However, everyone noticed that this martial artist's aura not only did not decrease, but instead became even more ferocious.

That was no longer the aura that ordinary people could exude.

Like a giant, like a dragon, like a ferocious beast.

The thick, heavy spiked club was constantly swung around. In his hands, it was as nimble as chopsticks, but each time it fell, it was like spring thunder, sweeping away all demons.

After fighting for more than an hour, everyone finally saw that this person's true energy was beginning to decrease.

In the next instant, during a lull in the battle, he took out several innate pills and popped them into his mouth.

There was even a bright yellow pill carved with a dragon.

Dragon Tiger Pill.

One hundred million pills, hailed as the number one pill below the Martial Saint.

A moment later, everyone saw that the person in front of them seemed to be engulfed in flames.

His true energy surged upwards, his momentum soared, surpassing even his former strength.

Zhou Leng strode forward, brandishing his spiked club, and attacked again.

The martial artists on both sides changed batch after batch.

Some remained forever at Tiger Hill Fortress, some were severely damaged and forced to retreat, and some were exhausted and forced to retreat.

The army may come and go, but Zhou Leng remains a constant.

In the distance, the city wall outside the main building of the inner city stands tall, and on the main building, the black Heavenly Calamity Banner flutters.

Before him, a horde of demons surged forth.

The black spiked club, stained with the blood of demons, stood like an unyielding banner before the human warriors.

Zhou Leng fought like a ruthless killing machine.

Kill, kill, kill.

Late into the night, the order to retreat was given, and Zhou Leng and the others slowly retreated.

Throughout the fortress, monsters seized the opportunity to hunt down the retreating human groups, biting them like hyenas.

On this very road, all the demons stood still, refusing to move an inch.

Zhou Leng stayed behind to escort the rest of the group, and they all safely withdrew.

That day, the story of the masked demon slayer spread among the army.

The people in the command center looked at the Monkey King's achievements and then at the drone footage from the sky, especially the battle against the demon giant, and they all fell silent.

Zhou Leng's pure combat achievements are already a full hundred times higher than the second place.

An exaggerated number that is hard to imagine.

It is extremely rare for a martial artist to directly confront a demonic giant who is a level higher.

This is an unprecedented battle between innate forces.

Chen Shouhu and several senior commanders watched and chatted.

"More than a thousand innate beings were killed in a single day. Although this needs to be verified, based on the footage recorded by the drone, there should be no problem."

"A new human record has been set: a hero who has fought a thousand battles in a single day."

"This kid is really fierce, he's practically a little giant. He can kill any innate demonic creature below muscle with a single blow. If it weren't for the fact that those low-level innate demonic creatures didn't dare to approach later, he could kill two or three thousand a day."

"If he were in another world, he would definitely be crowned the 'Primordial King,' a title that has been bestowed upon him by the tyrannical bloodline and the crimson eyes."

"Let's do as General Chen says. Let's suppress this news for now and talk about it after he advances to Grandmaster. A hero who can fight a thousand battles in a single day is something we never dared to dream of in the past."

"But... is it okay to do publicity for demon-slaying?"

After much hesitation, the commanders decided that since the Monkey King had changed his weapon again and was still masked, they edited his fight against the demon giant into a video and uploaded it to various video websites.

(End of this chapter)