Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 520 Fight Again
Everyone could see that Zhou Leng's move had penetrated the entire body of the Rusty Iron General.

The demons began to speak.

"Don't engage him in a direct confrontation! He won't have a chance to use this power in a normal fight."

"Who's going?"

"I'll go!" A powerful, innate being stepped forward, holding a staff and retreating continuously.

The battle began, and Zhou Leng charged straight forward.

boom!
It directly breaks the speed of sound.

The candle-bearer was a pure demon warlock. He instantly teleported two hundred meters away, then pointed a finger at Zhou Leng, casting a curse to weaken him.

The instant the curse light descended upon him, Zhou Leng used the Dawn Will Technique.

Martial will instantly increased by 50%.

This enhancement only lasts for five seconds, but that's enough.

The powerful martial will was like a monster, shattering the power of the curse with a single claw.

The spell suffered a backlash, and the candle-bearer shuddered slightly, but did not care, and began to use a weakening spell that was not affected by the backlash.

He continuously cast spells using his powerful teleportation abilities.

However, Zhou Leng's martial will was too strong, and his true energy was too strong. All his spells were either directly dispelled or rendered negligible by his powerful blood pressure.

A distance of over 300 meters takes only a second.

The candle-bearer dodged and weaved, but Zhou Leng kept him firmly in his tracks.

After the fourteenth teleportation, his figure swayed slightly, and he took a half step back.

High-frequency teleportation is unbearable even for a martial artist's body, let alone a sorcerer.

Unaffected, Zhou Leng charged forward, unleashing a final burst of power with his foot, even incorporating the Mountain and River Suppressing Battle Technique.

In a flash, it soared to 380 meters.

The candle-bearer sorcerer was greatly alarmed. He dared not use teleportation magic anymore, so he immediately activated the teleportation gate and stepped inside.

The eerie blue portal requires time to appear and time to be stepped into.

The sorcerer holding the candle stepped in with one foot, leaving one leg outside.

Zhou Leng arrived, grabbed his exposed leg, and without even using his full strength, simply pulled it outwards, dragging it horizontally towards the edge of the teleportation portal.

The power of spatial magic, like the sharpest blade, silently separated the parts of the candle-bearer's body that had been torn apart.

One leg, half a waist, and an egg.

The candle-bearer's protective energy flashed repeatedly; some of it was enough to easily withstand Zhou Leng's full-force attack.

But none of the protective forces could protect the body that was swept through by the portal.

"what……"

At another teleportation portal not far away, the candle-bearer screamed and fell out.

Zhou Leng grabbed the mangled leg, gave it a slight shake, causing the flesh to explode, and rushed forward.

"I surrender!" the Candlelight Warlock shouted as he continued casting his spell, and a new portal appeared, this time five kilometers away.

In Zhou Leng's hand, a demonized javelin appeared.

Stepping forward, throwing.

boom!
The spear tip tore through the air, ripped through the Candlelight Warlock's protective gear, and passed through into the portal.

The person holding the candle bowed their head.

A large hole appeared in his chest, leaving only thin strips on both sides, less than a finger's width wide.

Then, his body broke.

"Such a fast spear..." he said, before his body was destroyed by the force of the spear and he closed his eyes.

A dwarf with a great innate talent ran towards the direction of the thrown spear with a smile, shouting, "I'll go retrieve it!"

A dwarf behind them laughed, "By the time you get back, at least three will be dead."

"Five."

"I guess eight..."

The demon ranks were completely silent.

“Next,” Zhou Leng said.

This time, not a single demon volunteered to fight.

A magician throws out a magic toy.

“You’ve seen it, the Demon Clock,” the sorcerer said.

The dragons were watching with great interest and urged the demon to hurry up and choose a person.

Desecrating the grimoire, he had no choice but to drive the bell-shaped toy.

Then a line of red light emanated from the Demon Clock, which shook rapidly and randomly pointed at a certain demon.

The blasphemous grimoire was stopped by pressing the button, and the light pointed to the intestines of a black sun.

The Demon Prison is, after all, a long-established and powerful realm. Every demon there has experienced countless battles, making their combat experience the best in the ten realms.

Unlike ordinary monsters, this Black Sun Guts didn't shout or yell. Even though it knew it was no match for the enemy, it still bravely went into battle.

Three seconds later, his dangling intestines were grabbed and slammed repeatedly on the ground until they were smashed to pieces.

The fourth demon went into battle, and Zhou Lengsheng won.

The fifth demon went into battle, and Zhou Lengsheng won.

The sixth head, the seventh head, the eighth head...

When Zhou Leng killed twenty-one demons in a row, the demons did not immediately use the Demon Clock.

Because the Grimoire of Blasphemy was the twenty-first to appear.

As a strategist for the demon race, he blasphemed the grimoire and died.

All the teams watched silently, saying nothing.

One of the teams was a mix of various ethnic groups, numbering about fifty people.

Giants, treants, sorcerers, dwarves, and human warriors.

These people all refused to join the Ancient River Sect.

Now, almost all of them regret it.

In the demon ranks, a blasphemous mummy asked, "Can the orcs join the battle?"

“Okay,” Zhou Leng said.

"Orcs, the time has come to show your loyalty to the Alliance." The demons looked at the orcs.

"Orcs are never loyal!" an orc priest shouted, his voice full of conviction.

"You have no choice. Let the humans witness the might of the orcs." The demon aimed at the orcs and used the Demon Clock.

The chosen orc cursed the demon, but knowing he couldn't refuse, he gritted his teeth and charged towards Zhou Leng.

One head, two heads, three heads...

After the seventeenth orc and thirty-eighth demon fell, the eighteenth orc remained motionless for a long time. "It's your turn, demons!"

“We demons have bled to death.”

"Then let's go with the Siren!"

Everyone looked at the lone, monstrous turtle.

The demon turtle cursed loudly.

"Fight or die!" Demons and orcs mobilized simultaneously.

The demon turtle simply retracted its head, webbed feet, and tail into its shell.

The demons and orcs overturned the tortoise shell and pushed it in front of Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng leisurely walked around the tortoise shell once, and said to the human martial artist, "Prepare a large pot and boil water."

The martial artists immediately took out a large solar-powered cooking pot.

The demonic turtle suddenly poked its head out, belly up, and roared, "I surrender! I am the wise one of the sea monsters. I possess intelligence on the sea monsters and demons. As long as the human race accepts me and allows me into the Dragon Kingdom's Joint Department, I am willing to sell everything! No one can betray my Giant Shell Ocean! No one!"

Zhou Leng looked at his X-shaped head and asked, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure! I swear, what I provide is enough to get you promoted!"

After the giant ocean finished speaking, all the human martial artists were drooling with envy.

The tortoise demon has a long lifespan and access to a great deal of information. The more information he provides, the more merits Zhou Leng will accumulate.

If this merit were transferred to an ordinary martial artist, it might be difficult to be promoted to major general, but it would be easy to become a senior colonel.

"Good, you survived."

The giant shell shook violently, and with its tail pushing off the ground, it flipped over like a nimble rabbit.

As he followed Zhou Leng, he said, "Quick, give me the Demon Spirit Contract, the most powerful kind. You're not allowed to back out!"

"There will be."

Surprisingly, the monsters didn't curse when they saw the giant ocean shell; they just watched silently.

While betrayal is commonplace among monsters, siding with humans will result in the punishment and ostracization of the entire clan.

But this human is too strong.

They were also considering whether they should surrender if they were the only ones left in their tribe.

The Giant Shell Ocean signed a contract and officially joined the human camp.

Then, he offered advice on the spot, pointing out the various shortcomings of the monster.

But Zhou Leng only wanted to ask one question.

What is the purpose of the Heavenly Calamity Envoy?

The giant sea creature's expression changed drastically, its head trembled slightly, and it said, "I can surrender, I can betray, but I cannot betray the Heavenly Calamity Envoy. It's not that I'm not loyal enough to humanity, it's that I cannot blaspheme the gods. The consequences of blaspheming the gods are far beyond imagination."

Zhou Leng was surprised by the Giant Shell Ocean's reaction and did not press the matter further, walking towards the demon.

Zhang Xinglie asked, "What are you doing?"

"Let's continue the game."

"Change of personnel! It's my turn!" Zhang Xinglie didn't give Zhou Leng a chance to stop him and rushed over in a flash.

Upon seeing this, the demons were immediately relieved, and one of them took the initiative to attack.

Three seconds later, it was smashed by Zhang Xinglie.

“Next.” Zhang Xinglie pressed his knuckles, making a cracking sound.

One demon or orc after another went into battle, only to be killed by Zhang Xinglie.

Everyone then realized that while Zhang Xinglie might not be as skilled as Zhou Leng, he was by no means inferior in terms of ferocity.

Seeing that Zhang Xinglie was getting into the swing of things, Zhou Leng said a few words to Shan Heyuan, who then pushed Zhang Xinglie away and went up to fight himself.

The demons were in despair.

In the previous battle, this mountain and river plain was even more ferocious than ordinary giants.

Ordinary Titans are better at charging in and attacking head-on, and they can always find an opportunity.

But this Shanheyuan is a giant who knows martial arts, with almost no weaknesses.

As the monsters hesitated, one of the orcs suddenly said, "Don't you think we're missing something?"

They looked around and saw that there were seventeen demons and twelve orcs left.

The demon is gone.

They looked toward the dragon.

"The other side has sent out a giant who knows martial arts. Are you dragons afraid?"

"I'll give it a try!" Gray Steel Wind had long wanted to compete with Mountain River Plain, but had never had the chance, so he rushed over.

Some of the intelligent dragons frowned, vaguely sensing that something was amiss, but they couldn't quite put their finger on it.

Gray Steel Wind is a renowned genius among the dragons.

The three-headed steel dragon is a giant dragon with almost no weaknesses.

Its body is far stronger than that of an ordinary dragon, and its three heads are equivalent to three spellcasters, making it even more extraordinary.

The two sides immediately engaged in a fierce battle.

The air exploded, the earth shattered, immense force and magic flew wildly, and hissing and battle cries resounded together.

Two enormous monsters bombarded the battlefield, and also bombarded the minds of all sides.

Witnessing the epic battle between the top geniuses of the ten realms, ordinary geniuses realized just how vast the gap was between themselves and the elite.

The two sides exchanged blows, and soon blood was everywhere.

Gradually, both of their injuries became more and more serious.

The man and the dragon not only did not back down, but became even more ferocious.

The dragons and giants roared and rallied their own people.

*Sizzle...* Shanheyuan twisted off one of the heads of Gray Steel Wind.
Snap... Gray Steel Wind bites off Shanheyuan's left arm.

The giant and the dragon were thoroughly provoked by the battle between the two, and the golden crosses in their eyes flashed wildly.

"kill!"

"kill!"

Both sides went off the field again.

The Second Great War, simulating the Burial Monument, begins.

Zhou Leng and Zhang Xinglie exchanged a glance, stepped on the ground, and rushed out.

Instead of charging towards the dragon, confronting the demons, or targeting the orcs, they attacked the allied forces of various races who refused to join the Ancient River Sect.

Only at this moment did the disciples of the Ancient River Sect understand what Zhou Leng meant by the second thing.

Only at this moment did they understand what Zhou Leng meant by those words.

Watching Zhou Leng and Zhang Xinglie charge towards their own kind, they said nothing, their eyes dimming.

(End of this chapter)