Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 476 Gambling
Molten Hammer said, "Actually, we can take a different approach. The giants have given Battle Shield Tokens to some other races: demons, sirens, orcs, and humans. Killing them and taking their Battle Shield Tokens will improve our ranking."

"That's not bad... Is it possible for me to simultaneously obtain a battlefield identity from the giant race?"

"Of course you can. As long as you have two Battlefield Shield Tokens. If you really do, keep them for yourself or give them to Zhang Xinglie," said Molten Hammer.

"Give it to Zhang Xinglie," Zhou Leng said.

Hammer sighed, "You two have a really good relationship."

Zhou Leng didn't speak. Compared to the Star Refining Furnace, the Battlefield Shield Token was nothing.

Zhou Leng ran with the molten hammer in his hand and soon entered the Water Island Demon City.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, the two left the human base and headed straight for the Iron Dwarf base.

Upon arriving at the Steel Dwarf Base, they exchanged approximately one billion dwarf currencies, entered the dwarf world, and raced towards the Blood God Mountain, five thousand kilometers away.

Along the way, they passed a large dwarf tribe, and Molten Hammer led Zhou Leng to beg for alms on the spot, either asking for things or buying things at low prices.

When Zhou Leng entered the dwarf world, in the Dragon Kingdom, at the Martial Guard Headquarters.

The head of the training department of the command center frowned slightly as he looked at the light screen projected in front of him.

The screen displayed a dense array of data.

Among them, the core indicator involving the Innate Realm, namely the total number of people who advanced to the minor realm last month, actually dropped by 27% compared to the month before last and by 25% compared to the same month last year.

Although the frequent transfers last month delayed the martial artists' training, theoretically the difference shouldn't be that big.

This data indicates a gap in the development of the military's talent pool at the highest level.

"Wait a little longer, what if it falls for three consecutive months..."

Orc world.

Zhang Xinglie stood in the Orc Temple.

"What? You want two Battle Shield Tokens? You're practically asking the dragon for a bargain!"

Many orc chieftains glared at Zhang Xinglie.

Zhang Xinglie's hair swelled like a lion's mane as he stood proudly and said, "I am the messenger of the Beast God, of the Lion God's bloodline. Only when I enter the Great Battlefield can I bring endless power to our Beastmen."

Upon hearing "we orcs," the orc chieftains' anger quickly subsided.

That damned human, who always looks down on orcs and thinks humans are superior to orcs, said "we" for the first time today.

Although I still have some reservations, it sounds much more comforting than before.

"Then, are you willing to leave behind a hundred descendants for my clan?"

"impossible."

"Then we can only give you a Battlefield Shield Token."

"The benefits I will bring to the orcs in the future will far exceed those of a hundred descendants," Zhang Xinglie said.

"We orcs don't eat the empty promises made; the demons have already fed us enough."

The orc chieftain's face was grim. He had betrayed the human race years ago, hoping to gain the full support of the sirens and demons, defeat the dwarves, and control the entire world.

But the demons and sirens treated them like disposable rags, using them and then throwing them away.

From then on, the orcs became increasingly cautious about cooperating with other races.

Although the orcs also engaged in their own underhanded tactics.

“We can sign an agreement. If I fail to do so, you can take all my wealth and treasures,” Zhang Xinglie said.

The orc chieftains whispered among themselves, and finally said, "Alright, then we'll draft a... what was it called again? Right, a wager agreement. If you can't keep it, don't blame us orcs for skinning you alive!"

"A word is settled!"

While Zhang Xinglie was signing the betting agreement with the orcs, Zhou Leng arrived at Divine Blood Mountain carrying the Molten Hammer.

Zhou Leng stood at the foot of Divine Blood Mountain, gazing at the tall, eerie peak.

This mountain is much taller and steeper than a normal volcano, reaching a height of 20,000 meters, which is not at all the height of a volcano.

The mountain is dark red, and lava flows in various places along its walls.

Unlike ordinary magma, all the magma here is blood red.

After the magma solidified into lava, it seemed as if the blood of the gods clung to the mountain.

"Isn't it spectacular? That's why we believe this volcano flows with the blood of the gods. Look at those people, collecting rocks from the cooled lava and selling them around. It's illegal to collect large rocks, so they can only collect small ones..."

At the foot of Shenxue Mountain, only a small fortress was built; there was no large city.

At the foot of the mountain, some steel dwarves carried baskets and picked up scattered stones.

Outside the fortress, numerous magical artifacts resembling tents and houses appeared.

Many non-dwarf groups are among them.

"Are they all here for the Divine Blood Magma Trial?" Zhou Leng asked.

“Yes. Even giants and dragons can’t monopolize such good stuff, let alone us Iron Dwarves.” Molten Hammer’s voice carried a hint of resentment.

"How come there are demons too? You can go to the Demon Prison Trial as well?" Zhou Leng asked.

"There's no way around it; there will always be exchanges of interests between those at higher levels. As long as they're not orcs, anyone from any realm can trade. Don't you humans always trade with demons too?"

“Those are members of the Demon Worshippers,” Zhou Leng said.

"Is there a difference?"

Zhou Leng was speechless.

Melting Hammer said, "It starts tomorrow. If you come three days late, you'll have to wait until next time. Come on, maybe we'll meet someone we know."

The two walked forward, looking around as they went.

Zhou Leng is the Steel Dwarf Duke, so he doesn't need to live outside and plans to find a room to stay in the fortress.

They hadn't seen anyone familiar along the way, and were about to enter the fortress castle when a familiar giant's shout came from behind. "Zhou Leng, Molten Hammer!" Shanheyuan's voice rang out.

Zhou Leng turned around and saw the Shanheyuan and Shanhexiangmu brothers walking quickly towards him.

Shanheyuan wore a smile, while Shanhe Oak wore a silly grin.

The two advanced to the Innate Realm, their skin transforming from the original giant green to a metallic bronze color, their bodies becoming even taller and their auras even stronger.

"Original, Oak!" Hammer excitedly ran over and gave Mountain and River Oak a warm hug on the calf.

Zhou sneered, "You two brothers both came here for the trial?"

Mountain and River Oak shook his head and said, "I'm not qualified. I'm only at the True Liquid Innate stage, so I'm not qualified to come. I came with my brother, who has already completed Bone Forging."

"So powerful?" Zhou Leng looked towards Shanhe Plain.

Shanheyuan smiled sheepishly and said, "My dad got a lot of good stuff in the Tree People World, and I also have the help of the Giant Clan. My progress has been too fast lately."

"By the way, next time you see Uncle Tianyue, please thank him for me. I learned from the enemy that he helped me kill some Grandmasters who were chasing me," Zhou Leng said.

"My dad said in a chat that it's a small matter," Shanheyuan said nonchalantly.

Zhou Leng said, "This is no small matter for me. If your father hadn't killed the Grandmaster Aiden was with, I might have died at the hands of that Grandmaster."

"Hmm, Aiden wants to kill you?" Shanheyuan and Shanhexiangmu frowned in unison, looking at a demonized villa not far away.

"He's here too?"

Shanhe Yuandao said, "They've arrived, along with Zhao He. Besides you, there are probably four or five other human innate masters, all of them with extraordinary backgrounds."

Zhou Leng was surprised to see so many familiar faces. He said, "Are you all preparing for the great battlefield? Are you going alone?"

Shanhe Yuandao: "One, the oak will have to wait a few more years. What about you?"

"I have a Battlefield Shield Token, and I'm looking for it for Zhang Xinglie."

Shanhe Yuandao: "I talked to Zhang Xinglie before, and he's also trying to find the Battlefield Shield Token. Is his affair with the female orc true?"

A hint of mischief appeared on Shanheyuan's honest face.

"Fidelity."

"Hahahaha..." Zhou Leng, Shanhe Yuan, and Shanhe Oak all burst into laughter.

"What is it? What is it? Tell me, and I'll laugh too!" Melting Hammer was getting impatient; his neck was aching, and he was still being excluded.

Zhou Leng told him about Zhang Xinglie, and Rongchui listened while laughing wildly, praising Zhang Xinglie as a hardworking orc miner.

The four of them walked to the tent in Shanheyuan, took out food together, and ate and drank.

During the conversation, the group discussed the Water Island War. Shanheyuan subtly inquired about it, while Zhou pretended to be oblivious and did not reveal his identity.

Molten Hammer took out fine wine, while the Shanheyuan brothers took out giant specialties.

Zhou Leng immediately offered large chunks of dragon meat and ferocious beast meat, and the three of them forgot about chatting and ate like crazy.

In the end, everyone ate until their bellies were round, then sat on the ground holding their stomachs and burping.

The hammer was completely disoriented, and a powerful force was raging within him.

Even though the Shanheyuan brothers were of extraordinary birth, they could only eat a small amount of innate dragon meat, and had never even seen the meat of ferocious beasts.

Mountain and River Oak said regretfully, "If I had known that I could kill innate dragons and eat meat in the Demon Spirit Trial, I would have gone too. A Demon Spirit Master approached me before, but I refused."

Molten Hammer said, "You should kill less. If you kill too much, you'll easily be cursed by the Dragon God and become an enemy of the dragons. For example, in this great battlefield, it's not that you can't kill, but you should kill as few as possible. Just kill three or five, and it'll cause trouble if you kill too many."

Shanheyuan said nonchalantly, "Hey, what Dragon God Curse? That's pure fabrication."

Molten Hammer said, "Then why are other races discovered by dragons when they kill too many? For example, the Tyrant Blood race is hunted down by dragons."

"That's the dragon's innate power. It marks enemies after death. The more you kill, the stronger the mark becomes. It has nothing to do with curses."

"Moreover, if it is a dragon, it can slowly absorb this power. It is said that the more dragons that possess this power, the greater the benefits they will receive in dragon trials."

"You must know that these giant lizards are different from the dragons of our Dragon Kingdom. They are synonymous with slaughter and madness. The more fiercely they fight each other, the happier the Dragon God is."

Molten Hammer said, "I see. Then Zhou Leng still needs to be careful, after all, you are not a dragon and cannot absorb."

"We just need to find a way to get the Dragon Blood Body. It can remove the mark and might even strengthen the Dragon Blood Body," Shanhe Yuandao said.

"Are you planning to create a dragon bloodline body?" Zhou Leng asked.

“My dad has made arrangements. He’ll help me get it done once we leave the Great Battlefield. But it’s not going to the Dragon Realm; it’s going to the Demon Prison to find the Demon Dragon. The Dragon Realm can’t possibly give a giant like me a Blood Body. Originally… never mind, I won’t say anymore.” Shanheyuan suddenly let out a long sigh.

"What's wrong?" Hammer asked.

Shanheyuan hesitated for a moment, then said, "My mom went into the world of giants again. I don't know if she did it on purpose or what happened, but she found another giant. My dad got furious and beat that giant so badly that his head was crooked."

Zhou Leng thought of the people drinking coffee on the Shuizhou battlefield.

"And then?" Molten Hammer's eyes widened like lanterns.

“My mom didn’t say anything, she just watched coldly, and then my dad told me to send her back to Rucheng. I don’t know the specifics, but I had a bad feeling.”

Shanhe Oak sighed and said, "You're really unlucky to have parents like this. My family is better off; it's better if they die sooner rather than later."

"Say less," Shanheyuan said helplessly.

Zhou Leng and Rongchui exchanged a glance, neither saying a word, but both were itching with anxiety.

Hammer asked, "And then what?"

"I don't know either, we can only wait and see."

"Let's wait for the sequel," said Molten Hammer.

"Hmm?" The three of them looked down at the molten hammer.

"Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue," said Hammer, lightly patting his mouth a few times.

(End of this chapter)