Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 488 Witness
Zhou Leng weighed the Battlefield Shield Token in his hand, then handed back the General Battlefield Shield Token that Cang Fei Zhi Yan had given him earlier.

"Huh?" Cang Fei Zhi Yan instinctively took it, his mind a little slow to process it.

“That’s good. It doesn’t matter which faction you join, and nobody knows where you’ll end up,” Zhou Leng said.

"It seems... that's possible. What about the extras you have?"

Just as Zhou Leng was about to ask about Emerald Wings, a group of people advanced slowly ahead, while two others ran rapidly, alerting many dragons.

"Zhou Leng!" Rao Mingxian's voice rang out, with Shen Jun following a little further behind.

"Rao Mingxian, you've come to Longshan too?" Zhou Leng took a closer look at Rao Mingxian. His aura was stronger, already having undergone bone forging, but it wasn't the aura of a martial artist, but rather the aura of a demon.

“There’s something inside. This is… something given to you from above.” Rao Mingxian didn’t say it was Madam Xiyan, because the other party wouldn’t allow him to say.

As he spoke, he handed over a paper bag.

Zhou Leng glanced at Shen Jun not far away, and Shen Jun nodded slightly.

It's for Guan Canglong.

Zhou Leng took the paper bag, opened it, and felt utterly absurd.

When did Battlefield Shield Tokens become so worthless?
"I have it, and I have an extra one."

As Zhou Leng spoke, he held two battlefield shield tokens stacked together in his left hand and a paper bag in his right.

Azure Flame, Emerald Wings, and the Silver Dragon beside them, along with Rao Mingxian and Shen Jun who were not far away, were all a little confused.

Is Zhou Leng switching careers to become a ticket scalper, turning into a ticket bully in the Ten Realms?
Shen Jun watched from afar.

He first met Zhou Leng in a deserted village in his early years, and his subordinates were killed by Zhou Leng.

They met several times afterward, and in Hundred Peaks Valley, he mistakenly took Guan Canglong for a high-ranking member of the Demon Worshiping Cult.

Later, when Zhou Leng killed Manxingzhifu, Guan Canglong had no choice but to play along in order to save his own life, even after discovering that Zhou Leng was impersonating Guan Canglong.

He never imagined that in just two years, this person would have grown to this level.

Even a warlord could not possess three battlefield shields in both hands.

Emerald Wings smacked its dragon mouth and said, "Tell me the truth, are you a giant or a succubus? I'm totally confused."

"I'm confused too." Cang Fei Zhi Yan was completely bewildered by this scene.

Countless masters fought to the death for a battlefield shield token, only to end up like this.

Zhou Leng remained silent for a moment, glanced at Rao Mingxian, and asked, "You've already reached the Bone Forging stage, are you interested in entering the Great Battlefield?"

"Me?" Rao Mingxian's mind went blank for a moment, and he stopped thinking.

He and Shen Jun and the others were simply drooling with envy, but they knew perfectly well that they were not worthy at all.

Even if we wait another ten years, or a hundred years, we still won't have that qualification.

The Battlefield Shield Token is like a demonized sports car; if you're not born with it, the chances of having it later are extremely slim.

One Battle Shield Token can be exchanged for a parking lot full of enchanted sports cars.

Everyone knows that the Battle Shield Order is dangerous, often resulting in more than half of its members dying.

But it was a tremendous opportunity.

Even the unluckiest person, as long as they live, can bring back a few valuable ancient artifacts.

Zhou Leng said, "This Battlefield Shield Token can only be used this time, and it will expire after that. I have an extra one, and if I ask someone for help, I can probably sell one. Now I have another one, so I guess I don't have time. This Battlefield Shield Token is yours."

As he spoke, he tossed the paper bag to Rao Mingxian.

Rao Mingxian held the paper bag to his chest with both hands, his lips trembling slightly. He looked at Zhou Leng, unsure of what to say.

Shen Jun, standing behind him, stared blankly, never dreaming that Zhou Leng would give such an important battlefield shield token to Rao Mingxian.

Rao Mingxian was just a minor genius, but he first entered the Ancient River Sect, then obtained the Rao family's resources, and later made great gains in the Treeman World, growing rapidly.

Although he is far inferior to Zhou Leng and his ultimate achievements will be limited, if he can gain even a little bit of resources on the Great Battlefield, he will have a chance to become a Grandmaster after he comes out.

Shen Jun greatly envied Rao Mingxian, for even his own teacher would never be willing to part with the Battlefield Shield Token.

“You…” Rao Mingxian gritted his teeth and uttered a single word, then didn’t know how to continue.

Saying thank you is not enough to express my gratitude.

"Take it. I'll go sell it, but it might be hard to sell since it belongs to the giants. Emerald Wing, you know it..."

Before Zhou Leng could finish speaking, a clear and melodious dragon roar soared into the sky.

Then, a pale white light rippled across all directions, sweeping across the entire world in an instant.

Whether dragons or giants, no matter where they are in the world, they all raise their heads and look around.

This power was like a gentle breeze, yet also like a distant, ancient call, causing all the dragons and giants to tremble.

Because Zhou Leng possessed a giant's body and had just drunk the essence of dragon blood, he temporarily gained the dragon's bloodline. At the same time, he heard two voices and saw two images flash before his eyes.

On a high mountain, a black dragon with a wingspan of a hundred meters spread its wings, roared to the sky, and pierced through the clouds and split rocks.

On a desolate wasteland, a giant a hundred meters tall raised its arms and roared, sending out white waves of energy that flattened the wild grass for dozens of miles.

Zhou Leng's power was inexplicably stirred, his blood boiled, and his skin turned red.

"The Great Battlefield is open. All dragons, enter immediately. Once it closes, you will not be able to enter again. Hurry!" A deep dragon voice rang out, echoing throughout Dragon Mountain.

Zhou Leng weighed the battlefield shield token in his hand and said, "It's too late. Let's go, keep it as a souvenir."

As he spoke, he nodded to Rao Mingxian.

Rao Mingxian nodded, put away the Dragon Shield Token, and then looked back at Shen Jun.

“Just go directly, and I’ll explain to the higher-ups afterwards,” Shen Jun said.

"Thanks."

"Follow me!" Emerald Wings flapped its wings and flew towards the entrance of the Great Battlefield. Zhou Leng, Cang Fei Zhi Yan, and Rao Ming Xian followed below, running together.

One after another, giant dragons took flight from all directions, joining other races running on the ground, all heading towards the same goal. As they ran, they encountered one familiar face after another.

The three-headed steel dragons I encountered in Hundred Peaks Valley.

The deep wrath of the jet-black spine-headed dragon.

There were also experts from various races encountered during the Divine Blood Magma Trial.

The humans who had previously met in online videos and videos, including those who were at the highest level of innate cultivation, or even members of martial arts factions, such as Xu Ming, were people Zhou Leng and Rao Mingxian knew, but they did not know Zhou Leng and Rao Mingxian.

Humans, demons, sirens, orcs, and other great geniuses are gathering in ever-increasing numbers.

A small portion of these geniuses from various ethnic groups have been filmed and their stories circulated online in the form of short videos.

Cang Fei Zhi Yan suddenly whispered, "Did you see that demon spirit master whose whole body is covered in blue ghost fire? You absolutely must stay away from him. You should have heard of him, the Gloomy Death Tide. Their family wields the power of death and possesses pure demigod blood."

As he spoke, the pale-faced and extremely thin black-haired youth turned his head and looked over.

Azure Flame immediately bowed slightly to show respect.

Gloomy Death Tide glanced at Azure Flame, seemingly recognizing this young demon spirit master who had recently gained popularity, and nodded slightly in return.

Emerald Wings suddenly muttered a curse, "Crimson Sorrow didn't even advance to Grandmaster, yet he's here too. You absolutely, positively mustn't fight him. The Queen said that Crimson Sorrow's future achievements will be no less than hers. Of course, he often gets beaten up by her now. Don't be fooled by his sweet talk; he calls Her Majesty 'sister' all the time, but with anyone else, he'd be a 'crunch'..."

Zhou Leng looked over and saw an extremely beautiful red dragon flying down from the sky. Its red dragon scales rippled like flames, and under the sunlight, its whole body seemed to radiate colorful rainbow light.

Crimson Sorrow is the most famous dragon on Blue Star Network, without exception. This is not only because he has the beautiful appearance and powerful strength of the dragon race, but also because he has visited Blue Star many times and bought hundreds of cases of Moutai each time.

However, he was always knocked unconscious and carried back by the master because he was drunk and acted crazy, which often made him a trending topic.

He is known online as Maotai Dragon, or Li Bai Dragon.

His abilities are beyond question.

Rao Mingxian whispered, "The one carrying the totem pole is Blood Axe Hoof. He's a beastman who slaughtered giants; he's very strong..."

"That's the Rock of Rift Armor..."

One after another, renowned young geniuses emerged, as if in full costume, stepping onto a stage adorned with flowers.

These are just the battlefield trial participants of the dragon race; among the giant race, there are many more renowned Grandmasters from the Humanoid Alliance.

As he watched the famous faces he used to only look up to appear one by one, Zhou Leng was initially a little emotional, but the more he ran, the calmer he became.

I am running on the same road as them, heading to the same place, and soon to be standing on the same stage.

Azure Flame murmured to himself, "Finally, I stand on the same stage as the strongest peers of the Ten Realms."

Emerald Wings cursed under her breath, "Are they all lunatics? Aren't they afraid of dying? They're so strong, what am I supposed to do?"

Rao Mingxian nodded like a chick pecking at rice, his excitement and thrill at receiving the Battlefield Shield Token being dispelled by the familiar faces and figures.

The more he ran, the more he felt as if he were on a vast grassland, with prides of lions and herds of elephants galloping about, and himself a mouse darting among the beasts.

All I could see was dust.

He suddenly felt a little regretful and glanced at Zhou Leng to his side.

On that familiar face, the surface appeared calm and composed, yet something was burning within it.

Scenes from the past flashed through Rao Mingxian's mind.

That classmate who was called Zhang Xinglie's neighbor.

That acquaintance I used to play martial arts basketball with.

That ordinary classmate from school.

The person whose poisoning spread throughout the entire grade.

That unknown graduate who stood on the award stage of No. 8 High School.

That person who has been accumulating knowledge and experience for a long time, and is slowly shining brightly...

Rao Mingxian recalled everything related to Zhou Leng and suddenly sighed softly.

The sigh was filled with an indescribable complexity.

It turns out that the unremarkable classmate from back then is now standing at the center of the stage of the Ten Realms, shining alongside the world's greatest geniuses.

Keep going...

Rao Mingxian silently offered his blessings.

He knew that once he left the Great Battlefield, Zhou Leng would become the most dazzling star among the new generation of the Ten Realms with his unparalleled talent.

He suddenly remembered that Zhou Leng had mentioned something, intentionally or unintentionally, during their previous conversation.

The Ancient River Sect trial seemed to highlight Zhang Xinglie and Song Juesi, with everyone else serving as foils; he, as the senior disciple, was more like a translator.

Rao Mingxian thought Zhou Leng was joking at the time and didn't feel anything.

But seeing this scene now, he finally understands what he meant back then.

I myself am also a witness.

Rao Mingxian smiled.

Being a witness is actually quite good.

He had seen Zhao Sheng once in a crowd when he was a child, but he never saw him again.

Later, his grandfather took him to Zhao Lianshuo's house and listened to Zhao Lianshuo passionately recount the story of the broken sword.

He even touched the broken sword with his own hands.

Perhaps, I am the next Zhao Lianshuo.

A witness to the gift bestowed upon him by the Martial Saint.

Also good.

(End of this chapter)