Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 506 Mission
Wang Xiong and the others looked at Xu Ming, who was in a daze, sighed softly, and went their separate ways.

Before long, everyone returned.

“The dwarf doesn’t know.”

"Neither the tree people nor the giants knew anything, and the giants even asked if we could help them find someone."

"The demon masters don't know either, but they say that around that time three days ago, a masked human secretly followed a five-person demon team into the Black Iron Forest. After that, the five demons disappeared, and Zhou Leng never appeared again."

"There's no news from the monsters. They've lost quite a few people these past few days. There's only one orc left, hiding in the camp, too afraid to go out."

Wang Xiong, Wang Yunbo, and other martial artists familiar with Xu Ming glanced at Xu Ming, who was still in a daze, and then looked at each other.

Wang Xiong led the group to an empty open space.

"Xu Ming's behavior is a bit off."

"He's probably thinking about his brother again. You all know what happened back then, right?"

"I know. Back then, Xu Ming and his younger brother were in the army together. During the battle, he received a distress signal from his brother. His company was also blocked. He gritted his teeth and led his brothers to fight their way out. After his brothers were safe, he disregarded his serious injuries and rushed over alone to rescue his brother. Unfortunately, the place was already empty."

"I've heard about this too. That day, he went crazy searching the battlefield, grabbing one monster after another to ask about his brother's whereabouts. In the end, he almost died at the hands of the monsters, but a group of passing warriors saved him."

"His family is full of heroes. His father was a well-known genius in our area; I saw him online when I was a child. After getting to know him, I learned that his father originally had the opportunity to advance to the Grandmaster level, but later, during the Great Innate stage, he participated in a secret mission and died in battle. It is said that there was no body; he just disappeared inexplicably."

"No wonder... Once, when Xu Ming got drunk, he blamed himself, saying he was sorry to his younger brother and his father, and that he had promised to take good care of his younger brother, but..."

“When his father died in battle, he was a few years older than he is now. At that time, he was probably only about ten years old.”

“I remember a few years ago, when I was chatting with him, he said that he definitely wanted to come to the Great Battlefield, but I don’t know why.”

"Wang Xiong, you and Xu Ming came to the Great Battlefield with a mission, right?" someone asked.

Wang Xiong glanced at the man indifferently and said, "You don't even follow basic discipline?"

The man gave an awkward smile and said, "Let's not talk about that anymore, let's continue talking about Xu Ming."

"He probably thought Zhou Leng was too young, and felt a responsibility to protect him, like a younger brother, but unfortunately..."

Wang Yunbo blamed himself, saying, "This is my fault. I had promised to take Zhou Leng out that day, but we encountered a warning from the Purple Mist and had to leave. Wait... I also gave Zhou Leng an alarm badge. If something had really happened to him, he would have pressed it, and we would have noticed!"

Wang Xiong said, "Yes, Zhou Leng should be hiding somewhere to cultivate, there won't be any problems. You saw the steel on his table, right? That level of destruction is definitely not something an ordinary muscle-stage cultivator could do."

Afterwards, Wang Xiong and the other people looked at each other.

They both saw deep worry in each other's eyes.

On the great battlefield, no one has ever gone missing and returned safely.

If they really come back, they are often no longer the same people.

After chatting for a long time, they walked to Zhou Leng's tent, where Xu Ming was still sitting in a daze.

Wang Xiong coughed lightly and said, "Xu Ming, why don't we go look for him?"

Xu Ming slowly stood up and said, "Searching together is not good for everyone's trial, and searching separately is easy to get into danger. We can't... we can't put the whole team in danger because of Zhou Leng alone. Wang Xiong, the team is in your hands for the next few days. I will search for him alone."

Wang Xiong said, "I'll go look for it too."

“The team needs a leader, you can’t leave. You contact the various races, and if you find any information about Zhou Leng, notify us immediately. I’ll go find a magic master first and see if I can use magic to find Zhou Leng.”

After Xu Ming finished speaking, he strode towards the Demon Spirit Master camp.

Before long, Xu Ming arrived with the Snow Mountain Wolf, the Mountain and Sea Light, and other magic spirit masters.

They used magic to search continuously, relying on the scent emanating from Zhou Leng's tent.

Unfortunately, after more than ten kilometers, nothing could be found.

The good news is that Zhou Leng did indeed return to the camp after leaving and entered the Black Iron Forest.

After seeing the Demon Master off, Xu Ming looked at the crowd, his eyes becoming even more bloodshot.

“Zhou Leng must have encountered some unexpected events, but I believe that with his strength, if he really encounters a powerful enemy, he will definitely have time to trigger the alarm. Even the Rift Rock cannot kill him instantly.”

"Without evidence, we can't draw any conclusions. I'm going to get some sleep first, and after I'm refreshed, I'll go find him. Wang Xiong, the team is in your hands now."

After Xu Ming finished speaking, he walked towards his tent.

Everyone watched Xu Ming's retreating figure and sighed softly.

One day, two days, three days...

Every morning, Xu Ming would run out of the camp and enter the Black Iron Forest to search.

Every night, I would drag my tired body back and fall fast asleep in my tent.

In just three days, Xu Ming's chin and cheeks were covered with messy stubble.

On the fourth day, Xu Ming stopped searching. He led his men to the demon camp and, under the guise of a friendly spar, fought with Riftrock.

Both sides noticed that Xu Ming appeared calm on the surface, but he was actually going all out, as if he wanted to kill Rift Armor Rock.

The Rock of Rift Armor also unleashed its full power.

Finally, with both sides covered in blood, the matter was brought to a stop by the crowd.

Before leaving, Xu Ming asked Rift Armor Rock, "Is Zhou Leng's disappearance related to you demons?"

"No!" Rift Rock denied immediately.

"Okay." Xu Ming led his men away.

Rift Rock watched Xu Ming's retreating figure, muttered a few curses under his breath, and then called the orc's only remaining member, Savage Star Tiger, to a secluded spot.

"Tell me, why was it that only you came back when you went to kill Zhou Leng that day?"

“I got separated from them and don’t know anything,” Manxinghu said expressionlessly.

"Won't talk? I'll kill you!" Cracked Rock narrowed his eyes and looked down at Savage Star Tiger, flames surging all over his body.

He belongs to the volcanic giant tortoise family. His shell is more than ten meters high and his body is nearly thirty meters long, like a small mountain that can walk.

“If you make a move, I’ll run. If you’re not afraid of being accused by other races of internal strife, then go ahead and make your move.” Barbarian Star Tiger said fearlessly.

"Useless orc, get lost!" Riftrock cursed, slowly turning around. This fight was inexplicable, just like the last time he failed.

Barbarian Tiger said, "I suspect that the masked human who killed several of our demons in the Black Iron Forest was Zhou Leng." "Impossible," said Rift Armor Rock. "He's only at the Muscle Stage. Killing one or two Great Innate Realm cultivators is one thing, but how could he kill so many? Even when I was at the Muscle Stage, I couldn't kill them all."

"With your size, they'll be gone before you even get close."

"Stop exposing my weaknesses, you useless orc." Riftrock cursed, clumsily turning its massive body and slowly moving away.

Barbarian Tiger looked towards the Black Iron Forest and sighed deeply.

After learning that someone was secretly attacking the demon, he guessed that it was Zhou Leng.

He knew the Siren Killer all too well.

He had repeatedly watched the demon warlock's spellcasting images. Zhou Leng's method of throwing the demonized spear was clearly a unique martial art, and therefore his skill level was extremely high.

Humans do not currently possess such martial arts techniques.

Even someone as powerful as Xu Ming could be believed to fight five ordinary Xiantian cultivators, but the claim that he could kill a Great Xiantian cultivator from a distance with a spear is highly improbable.

I had never heard of him having any relevant achievements before.

A place extremely far from the remains of the Heavenly Bone.

A thousand-meter-long stone monument stood tall, but the top of the monument collapsed, leaving only half of the monument.

Beneath the stone tablet sat various trial participants from the ten realms, and even a few ferocious beasts.

Zhang Xinglie was among them, staring blankly at the stone tablet.

At this moment, he missed Zhou Leng terribly.

Because when Zhou Leng was around, he could decipher both the dwarves' erroneous divine script and the Ancient River Sect's true divine script.

Now, the area beneath the stone tablet is filled with Grand Innate Realm experts from all ten realms, but not one of them can understand what Tianjie is saying.

There was nothing else to do; this stone tablet was the most unique thing here, so everyone could only sit in front of it, trying to understand it.

The good news is that I feel a connection to this stone tablet.

Because the aura emanating from it is exactly the same as that of the Mountain-Slaying Battle Body.

Zhang Xinglie suspected that the owner of the Mountain-Slaughtering Battle Body and the stone tablet was the same person.

The bad news is that Zhou Leng is not here, nor is the Emerald Wing that discovered the Mountain-Slaying Battle Body.

He possessed the physical strength to slaughter mountains, yet he could do nothing.

I wonder if the owner of the Mountain-Slaying Battle Body will be furious when he finds out.

He sighed. He really didn't have much talent for divine script; his level was only slightly higher than that of ordinary divine script students at Yunhua Divine Script Academy.

But it's far from being as impressive as Zhou Leng's martial arts school.

"Zhang Xinglie, with a brain as sharp as yours, how could you possibly not be able to translate the divine script?" Shanheyuan asked from the side.

“The mind has nothing to do with divine script,” Zhang Xinglie said.

“Zhou Leng doesn’t say that. He says that in the past, the smartest people studied science, but now, the smartest people study divine script. I think he can become the Newton and Einstein of the divine script world.” Shanhe Yuandao said.

"Huh? Zhou Leng dares to brag like that about himself?"

"That's my opinion."

"You actually took his words seriously?"

"Do you recognize divine script?"

"Change the subject."

"Do you know what's engraved on this stone tablet?"

Zhang Xinglie glanced at Shanheyuan, who was carrying two kettles of unboiled water, and silently looked at the broken stone tablet.

The stone tablet is carved with countless star patterns, so intricate and beautiful that it makes one dizzy.

It seems like divine writing, but you can't be sure.

Beneath a giant mountain.

The mountain was shrouded in mist, while camps of various ethnic groups appeared at the foot of the mountain.

Rao Mingxian and Zhang Xiaoxiao looked at each other.

"Hey, isn't this Zhou Leng's little follower Rao Mingxian?" Zhang Xiaoxiao put her hands on her hips, and the demonic fleshy wings behind her swayed gently.

"Hey, isn't this the little devil Zhang Xiaoxiao? Zhou Leng really likes your wings, doesn't he?"

"You, a demonized warrior, what right do you have to talk to me like that?"

"We are all demonized warriors, who is more noble than whom?"

"Our Huang Meng School is certainly more noble than your Fishman Cult."

"Heh, do whatever you want. Just remember not to die here." Rao Mingxian was too lazy to pay attention to this little devil.

"Were you taught by the fishmen or the Zhao family?" Zhang Xiaoxiao asked.

Rao Mingxian looked at Zhang Xiaoxiao in shock, but then he realized that she was from Huang Meng's faction and knew everything, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"So young, yet so many problems," Rao Mingxian said with a look of disdain.

"You'd better stay away from Zhao He, he's no good," Zhang Xiao said, then turned and left.

Rao Mingxian stared at Zhang Xiaoxiao, frozen in place, vaguely feeling as if he had overlooked something.

Suddenly, he frowned, realizing he had forgotten something.

Lady Xiyan asked Zhou Leng to warn him to be careful of Zhao He, but when they met, the Great Battle was just starting, and in the midst of the chaos, he forgot.

He looked toward Zhao He's tent not far away.

Fortunately, the two didn't run into each other. He'll tell Zhou Leng next time he sees him.

(End of this chapter)