Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 519 Cleaning
The great battlefield lies not far from where he rests in eternal rest.

The Calamity Messenger, now transformed into a giant, moved forward slowly.

With each step he took, he grew a little taller and his internal strength increased.

His giant body was originally only at the initial stage of the Innate Realm, but in just a few days, it has advanced to the Great Innate Realm.

Its power continues to grow.

He walked for a while and didn't find any other trial participants. He guessed that most of them had been influenced by the Heavenly Rank and entered the trial grounds.

He came here not only to obtain the body of the young giant, but also for three other reasons.

Searching for "The Battle of the Mountain" to find a successor for old friends.

Complete White Lake and trade with others.

He led all the demons to slaughter the humanoid alliance, wiping out the most outstanding Great Innate Realm cultivators of the humanoid alliance and destroying their generation's essence.

As a divine being of the God of Calamity, he was somewhat arrogant and rarely took action himself, preferring to have his subordinates do it for him.

His true form has not fought personally for many years.

He was about to use the oracle to lure the monster closer, but after thinking for a moment, he decided to wait.

Currently, a large number of demons are undergoing various trials. Not to mention whether this will be interfered with by the power of other gods, interrupting the trials will also affect the growth of the demons.

He had high hopes for some monsters, such as the Cracked Rock, the Insect Cry, the Undead Knight, and the Blood Axe Hoof. His favorite was the Spine-Headed Demon Dragon, Dark Wrath.

He even considered possessing the body of the Dark Wrath, but considering that his life form was human and not a dragon, and that the power he would unleash after possession would be insufficient, he chose this young giant with a thin layer of star blood.

"hold on……"

He walked on expressionlessly.

Despite being a lone figure, he exuded the aura of a thousand troops, as if countless demons would soon arrive from all directions and, under his leadership, slaughter all enemies.

Beneath the imitation burial star stele.

Zhou Leng scanned the people from various clans, while a few disciples of the Ancient River Sect looked away.

"Our Ancient River Sect and Dragon Kingdom, which embrace all rivers and are majestic and inclusive of all nations, have already given you a chance."

As Zhou Leng spoke, he pointed to the tiger tally projection that only he could see, choosing to eliminate the traitor.

Twenty-seven heavenly fires descended.

Nineteen of them fell on the spot, burning nineteen people from various ethnic groups.

The other eight entered the void and disappeared.

Everyone was surprised and suspicious, but they quickly came up with a possibility.

Zhou Leng looked at the nineteen clumps of ashes on the ground and said, "The traitors have been eliminated. Now, everyone has a basic level of trust."

"As for the second thing, that is to eliminate external enemies."

“Next, some things may not be what you expect, but now it’s war.”

"From now until the end of the battle, my words are orders, military commands."

"If you feel any moral pressure, I will take it on."

"You're afraid of being criticized, but I'll take the blame."

“If you’re worried about making the wrong decision and holding me accountable, I’ll take the blame.”

"Given that we have already signed a pact with the dragons, engaging in direct combat is not in line with everyone's wishes."

"However, the hatred between the humanoid alliance and the monsters cannot end like this."

"So, I'm giving the monster two options. Let's go."

After Zhou Leng finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the monster camp without asking whether the others agreed.

Most of them simply walked away and, strictly speaking, were not giants of the humanoid alliance. On the contrary, they were the ones who reacted the fastest and followed the closest.

To them, the orders of the Frost Giant Grand Duke were not much different from those of their chieftain.

Some people from other ethnic groups hesitated, but seeing that most people followed, they gritted their teeth and followed as well.

The group marched forward in a grand procession, immediately arousing the vigilance of the dragons, demons, orcs, and sirens, even though the sirens were reduced to a single tortoise.

The dragon led the monsters to gather, gazing ahead.

Zhou Leng cut to the chase: "We signed a pact with the dragons, agreeing to avoid fighting as much as possible. However, we haven't reached an agreement with the demons and orcs. Theoretically, we should join forces to kill the demons, but for the sake of the dragons, I'm giving the demons two options."

"Accept our offer and engage in a life-or-death series of matches, a competition where victory is the only measure of success, and there is no room for friendship."

"Or, they can refuse our goodwill and both sides can rush in and continue fighting."

The demons and orcs protested, looking toward the dragon.

Some dragons also subtly suggested that the contract should be honored.

They have discovered that Zhou Leng's group has successfully deciphered the inscription, and their strength has steadily increased. If it comes to a fight to the death, their chances of winning have increased by at least 30% compared to before.

Zhou Leng said, "I'm not asking for your opinions, but giving you a choice. I'll count down from ten. My fellow dragons, if you are willing to go to war with the Crimson-Eyed Queen's collaborators for the sake of demons, I can grant your request."

"nineteen……"

Zhou Leng slowly counted down, while the dragons quickly discussed among themselves.

The relatively rational dragon didn't want to fight too much; it wanted to comprehend the Star Stele.

And a relatively volatile dragon is even less likely to let an unrelated demon affect it.

After Zhou Leng finished counting, the dragons reached an agreement.

"We allow demons and orcs to accept your kindness."

The dragons looked at the demon.

The demons were cursing under their breath, but there were too few powerful demons here. They didn't even need the Heavenly Calamity Envoy. They only needed any one of the top powerhouses like the Cracked Rock, the Cry of Insects, or the Undead Knight, and they would dare to fight the Humanoid Alliance to the death.

But now, there is no leader demon.

Although the Great Primordial Blasphemous Codex offered advice, its strength was insufficient.

"How does the competition work?" The Blasphemous Codex asked helplessly. "It's simple. Both sides send out fighters one by one for a one-on-one battle. However, to avoid affecting the harmony, if one side surrenders and manages to escape the plains and reach the surrounding mountains, they can survive."

The group looked around; the nearest distance to the surrounding mountains was 20 kilometers.

In other words, this is a large arena with a diameter of approximately 20 kilometers.

The demons continued to curse inwardly, but verbally they cheered loudly.

"So what if it's a one-on-one fight to the death? We demons fear no humans!"

"Since this is a battle between humans and demons, let's not involve giants! If giants get involved, don't blame us for calling in dragons."

A red dragon hurriedly said, "Don't take your conflict out on us."

In a one-on-one situation, the demons were not worried, but the human warriors looked at each other with hesitation on their faces.

Although humans are no weaker than demons at the Great Innate stage, the shadow cast by demons of the same rank before them is too great.

Apart from a few top geniuses, most martial artists are still somewhat psychologically disadvantaged when facing demons.

The two sides quickly agreed on the basic rules.

It's practically nonexistent. It's called a competition, but it's really just a one-on-one battle. If you can escape 20 kilometers, you're out of luck.

If you can't escape, you die.

Zhou Leng stepped forward and said, "I'll take the first round."

The people of all tribes looked on in bewilderment, not understanding why he was doing this.

Only Zhang Xinglie and Shan Heyuan, along with a few others, suddenly realized the truth.

This is using the devil as a whetstone.

"I'll do it!" A giant rusty iron general held his breath, his younger brother had been trampled to death for learning from Zhou Leng and trading with the fierce man.

His entire body was a combination of flesh and steel, with thick limbs and a head connected to his round body, making him look somewhat like a puppet.

It is one of the strongest innate demonic creatures in terms of physical strength.

After he finished speaking, he suddenly rushed forward and threw a punch at Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng stepped forward, landing on his left foot.

With a loud bang, the shoe shattered, the left foot landed on the ground, causing a slight subsidence, and the right palm pushed out.

Wan Hai, as before, pierced through the air and slammed into General Rusty Iron's fist.

This strike carries the added weight of martial will.

This was the first time Zhou Leng had used the "Suppressing Mountains and Rivers" battle tactic in actual combat, albeit a more advanced version called "Ten Thousand Rivers and Mountains".

At the moment the palm strike was made, a strange illusion suddenly arose in everyone's eyes.

Zhou Leng stood like a giant mountain beneath the starry sky, majestic, vast, mysterious, and even possessing a subtle yet imposing aura, high above, looking down upon all living beings.

boom!
General Rusty Iron flew backwards, but was completely unharmed.

Some of the monsters were relieved, while others almost burst out laughing.

Despite its imposing presence, General Rusty Iron was merely sent flying backwards, seemingly unharmed.

The martial artists were also puzzled. The palm strike, true energy, and martial will were all very strong just now, so why did the power seem a bit weak?

But then he thought about it again and realized that the other party was, after all, the Rusty Iron General, who was known for his physical strength.

"wrong……"

Someone shouted, and everyone looked toward the Rusty Iron General.

Then, starting from his right hand, the Rusty Iron General seemed to turn into mud and fell down with a crackling sound.

Palm, wrist, forearm, elbow...

His right arm rotted away and fell to the ground.

He stared at his body in horror, backing away repeatedly and swallowing hard.

The shoulder rotted away, collapsed, and turned into a flowing mass of flesh. Then, the right chest rotted away, the lungs rotted away, the sternum rotted away, the ribs rotted away, the right abdomen rotted away...

Finally, his right arm, right shoulder, and right side of his chest and abdomen all rotted into mud.

"You and I……"

The scalps of the other ethnic groups tingled.

They were used to direct destructive power and could even accept the bizarre destructive power of magic, but they found it hard to accept that a rough-and-tumble martial artist could generate such strange destructive power.

The martial artists speculated that Zhou Leng used internal energy and force techniques.

"Senior Brother Zhou Leng not only infused his true energy into it, but also clearly formed multiple forces such as shock, twisting, stabbing, and entangling."

"Before his true energy caused any damage, his powerful force had already penetrated the wound, paving the way for his true energy. His force completely suppressed General Rusty Iron; he was exceptionally strong."

"He must have used the Mountain-Suppressing River Battle Technique to suppress the power within General Rusty Iron's body, instantly shattering numerous places with his force, and then activating the True Qi Meat Grinder..."

Shanheyuan and a few other geniuses, including Zhang Xinglie, nodded slightly. They could do similar things, but not with such finesse.

"I surrender."

After saying that, the Rusty Iron General turned and ran away into the distance.

Zhou Leng didn't chase after them; he just watched quietly.

The crowd looked at General Rusty Iron's body with indifferent gazes.

One step, two steps, three steps...

When General Rusty took his seventh step, his right leg suddenly dropped from his pelvis, then his spine broke, and his upper body fell to the ground.

Its body broke into several pieces and rolled on the ground.

He was still alive, shouting incoherently and thrashing about, but slowly he grew weaker and weaker.

Finally, he closed his eyes and remained motionless.

(End of this chapter)