Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 548 High Wall
First grade of elementary school.

The mother held the hands of her two little boys, one on each side, and walked towards the school.

When they arrived at the school gate, the mother took out a tissue, squatted down, and wiped Zhang Xinglie's snotty nose.

"Xiao Xinglie, you should also be good friends with Zhou Leng at school, study together, and cultivate together."

"Hmm." Zhang Xinglie instinctively wiped his nose, which was free of snot, with a slurp.

"Alright, I told you we can do it ourselves." Xiao Zhou put his arm around Zhang Xinglie's shoulder, slung his big schoolbag over his shoulder, and happily walked into the school.

An evening in sixth grade.

A group of children are leaving school.

Several junior high school students gathered around, laughing.

"Hey buddy, can you lend me some pocket money?"

Zhou Leng and many of the children were terrified by the tall, burly thug, their bodies trembling with sweat.

Zhang Xinglie put down his schoolbag and stood in front of Zhou Leng.

He raised his head and stared at the leader of the thugs.

"What, looking for a beating?" The man reached out and shoved Zhang Xinglie's shoulder.

Zhang Xinglie turned to look at Zhou Leng and the others, pointed at the leader, and said to everyone, "We'll focus on this one and beat him up, ignore the others. It's not illegal to beat someone to death, we're young."

After saying that, Zhang Xinglie bent down and pounced on the other person, colliding with him, and the two landed on the ground together. Before the other person could react, he used a joint lock to lock the other person's leg.

With a crack, the sound of bone breaking rang out.

The gang leader rolled his eyes and fainted, leaving the other gang members stunned.

Zhang Xinglie stood up, casually wiped the blood from his nose, glanced at the thugs, and said, "Take them away."

Those thugs had never seen such a ruthless child before, and they carried him away in a sorry state.

Zhou Leng and the others rarely engaged in actual combat, and by the time they realized what was happening, the battle was already over.

Zhang Xinglie picked up his schoolbag, tucked his arms into the straps, and asked, "Who lives nearby? I'll wash my face before going home."

At the bedside of a senior high school student.

Zhang Xinglie ate fried chicken with gusto while rambling on and on.

"Hey, it's no big deal. Martial arts are so advanced now, we can definitely solve it."

"If all else fails, we brothers can pool our money and hire a spirit mage to treat us."

"Do you know Erqing? His brain was knocked out by someone. I ran into him on the street a few days ago, and when I asked him, he said he was cured and even his internal strength had improved a lot."

"Don't be afraid, there's always a way out."

Zhou Leng swallowed hard and said, "I understand the logic, but could you please not eat fried chicken in front of the patient?"

"Then it was all for nothing?" Zhang Xinglie said, licking his fingers, which were covered in oil and crispy crumbs, with satisfaction.

Last July.

The school playground at night.

“I’ve always felt that you will one day stand in a place as far and high as I do.”

"I'll be waiting for you in Xiongjing."

In the night breeze, Zhou Leng, who had just finished his written exam, watched that imposing figure gradually disappear into the distance.

Like Xu Qingjin, Zhang Xinglie accompanied Zhou Leng through his long childhood, adolescence, and even his youth.

Finally, Zhou Leng recalled the ruins of the Ancient River Sect and the words of Master Wu.

"Your future achievements will far surpass those of others, but..."

"It won't be long before you fall far behind the two of them."

"Their lack of knowledge of divine script is a weakness, but their abilities and talents can quickly compensate for it."

"You may disagree, but some people are just able to reach heights in a certain field that ordinary people can never reach."

"You must remember, remember with your life, that the future of your civilization rests on the shoulders of these two men."

"The life or death of these two people will determine whether your civilization can venture out of space."

"Perhaps, many years later, you will find that the greatest, or even the only, meaning of your life was to learn about divine script and, starting from here, build the ladder to godhood for the two of them."

Zhou Leng kept moving forward, ever forward.

Several hours later, the Demon Bird circled high in the sky.

Zhou Leng left the path the monsters were taking and slowly crept past from the side.

As you walk to the edge of the forest, your view suddenly opens up.

The lush green meadows stretched as far as the eye could see, dotted with bright white and yellow wildflowers.

Several people were surrounded by a group of monsters.

On the ground lay corpses, one after another.

Inside the encirclement, Zhang Xinglie, Shan Heyuan, and three others stood back to back, facing outwards.

His whole body was covered in blood and wounds.

Not far from the encirclement stood twenty or thirty monsters.

The Heavenly Calamity has brought Aurora Peak, Zhao He, and Dark Fury together, along with Blood Axe Hoof and other elites from the Monster Alliance. Several of them are no weaker than the Undead Knights and are almost on par with Dark Fury.

The Heavenly Calamity Envoy sat in a huge chair, legs crossed, watching quietly.

Zhou Leng, positioned to the side, was torn between his inner turmoil and his own conscience.

If one is strategic, one can use the strategy of "besieging Wei to rescue Zhao," feigning an attack on Tianhuo Shi to allow Zhang Xinglie and Shanheyuan to escape.

If you follow the steps, join the battle, and fight alongside Zhang Xinglie in the mountains and rivers.

in case……

I don't know why, but my legs felt like they were filled with lead.

Sometimes, even when I really want to attack the Heavenly Calamity, I inexplicably give up.

Between himself and the calamity of heaven, there seemed to be an invisible wall, as large as a planet, that could not be crossed.

No matter how impulsive the emotions, the remaining rationality always held them back.

The power of God is omnipotent and omnipresent.

After much hesitation, Zhou Leng decided to abandon the surprise attack on Tianhuoshi and instead fight alongside Zhang Xinglie and Shanheyuan.

With a single step, before his right foot even touched the ground, the giant-like Heavenly Calamity turned his head, his gaze sweeping across the grassland and through the forest, meeting Zhou Leng's eyes.

Zhou Leng's heart almost stopped. The two were several kilometers apart, but the other party seemed to have known all along.

The power of God is unfathomable.

The Heavenly Calamity Envoy smiled slightly, said a few words, and then the four Great Innate Realm experts behind him left and rushed towards them.

Leading the pack was none other than Blood Axe Hoof, the orcs' number one innate master.

The son of Blood Axe and Silver Eyes, a demigod orc.

In terms of bloodline talent, he is even superior to the Undead Knight.

Deep Wrath and Zhao He looked over curiously, but couldn't see through the woods. Zhou Leng walked out of the forest.

All eyes swept over them.

Deep anger was taken aback, but Zhao He remained calm.

"Zhou Leng! Run! Don't worry about us! Don't worry about us!" Zhang Xinglie was covered in blood, which flowed like sweat, constantly adhering to his skin and drying into armor.

"Hurry up!" Shanheyuan shouted.

Zhou Leng seemed not to hear, walking leisurely on the grass with a carefree and unrestrained demeanor.

He wore a multicolored camouflage uniform and brown military boots, with a battle merit badge hanging on the surface of his magic bag.

Like ordinary soldiers heading to the battlefield.

Zhang Xinglie and Shanheyuan exchanged a glance and nodded slightly.

The two whispered to the others.

Bloodaxe Hoof wields the Bloodaxe tribe's signature double-bladed blood-red axe, with an eye-like obsidian embedded in the center.

"I'll handle him myself."

Blood Axe Hoof is over four meters tall, with green skin, a beast-like face, red hair, and fangs. It carries a giant axe over three meters long and strides forward.

He inherited his mother's bloodline, and his eyes faintly shimmered with a silver light.

Zhang Xinglie roared from afar, "Bloodhoof, if you dare kill Zhou Leng, I will slaughter your entire Blood Axe tribe!"

Blood Axe Hoof laughed loudly, "As long as you're willing to be my stepfather and have a litter of younger brothers and sisters, I'll let him go."

Zhang Xinglie remained silent.

All parties remained silent, and some unsavory characters speculated about the relationship between the two.

His mother, Blood Axe Silver Eyes, was a demigod. Becoming his stepfather meant marrying a demigod aunt, saving him three hundred years of detours. It was indeed a good intention.

Although Blood Axe Silver Eyes' three ex-husbands were all accidentally killed by her when she was drunk.

Shanheyuan and Zhou Leng never expected that Zhang Xinglie would be far more successful than they had imagined.

I originally thought I could only be a prince consort of an orc, but now I see I'm starting as an orc prince.

Zhou Leng and Blood Axe Hoof exchanged a glance, the ground beneath their feet exploded, and they simultaneously broke the sound barrier, charging towards each other.

Upon getting closer, everyone looked at Zhou Leng, somewhat bewildered.

Blood Axe Hoof's three-meter-long giant axe is already long enough.

As a result, Zhou Leng pulled out an eight-meter-long dragon bone knight lance. This length is generally called a dragon lance, far exceeding the normal length of a human knight lance.

Blood Axe Hoof smiled calmly. The Dragon Lance was only suitable for knights charging; without a warhorse, it was nothing to fear.

As the two drew closer, Zhou Leng brandished his dragon spear and attacked.

It's not a thorn, not a pick, and not a stab.

It's smashing.

Zhou Leng suddenly used the long dragon bone knight's spear as a big club.

Blood Axe Hoof saw the dragon spear coming down on him and swung his axe to block it.

when!
Accompanied by a heavy metallic clang, immense force was transmitted.

Bloodaxe Hoof's legs sank deep into the ground, down to his knees.

Shanheyuan and Zhang Xinglie exchanged a glance; this power had already surpassed that of the two of them.

One of them possesses the bloodline of giants.

One possesses an innate martial physique.

But at this moment, their strength was no match for Zhou Leng's.

"Good!" Zhang Xinglie felt great satisfaction and launched a fierce attack on the surrounding demons.

Dark Wrath nodded.

Zhao He's gaze was deep and unfathomable, his eyes filled with wariness.

He desperately wanted to recruit the genius Zhou Leng, but Zhou Leng, the great genius of the Ten Realms, had been hiding his strength, which was like a warning bell.

The Zhao family did not actually get involved in Ma Xingkong's affair back then.

However, in the end, to prevent damage to his subordinates' power, the current family head, Zhao Hao, stepped in to prevent the situation from escalating.

From beginning to end, the Zhao family never targeted Ma Xingkong.

Even ten Ma Xingkongs couldn't bring down the Zhao family.

Therefore, Zhao He never cared about the relationship between Zhou Leng and Ma Xingkong, nor did he care about the hatred between the Lou family and Zhou Leng.

If Zhou Leng is powerful enough and joins the Zhao family, the Zhao family is willing to help deal with the Lou family.

But now, Zhou Leng's strength has exceeded expectations.

Previously, he only regarded Zhou Leng as a genius on the same level as Chen Fenghu and Wang Boxiong.

It's only now that we realize he has surpassed Hu and Xiong back then, and is now approaching Li Shenkong.

Such a genius wouldn't mind continuing to cooperate with the Zhao family.

But Zhou Leng refused his invitation from beginning to end.

Such a genius, once he advances to the level of Grandmaster, is essentially qualified to sit at the table.

Even if you can't sit in the main or secondary seat, you are still entitled to order food.

Such a person repeatedly resists the Zhao family, yet has old grudges against the Lou family and other subordinate forces. Once the conflict erupts, the consequences are unpredictable.

Zhao He looked at Zhou Leng, his heart filled with conflict.

On the one hand, he knew that Zhou Leng could not possibly be aligned with the Zhao family.

On the other hand, he also regretted that if he had met Zhou Leng earlier, and if the Zhao family had given him their full support, he might have had a chance to bring him under their command.

"pity……"

Zhao He muttered to himself.

Unfortunately, the master of this place is a calamity from heaven.

"Oh?" Tianhuoshi turned his head and looked at Zhao He.

Zhao He was surprised that the Heavenly Calamity Envoy would turn to look at him because of this; he hadn't even glanced at him before.

He hurriedly explained, "Zhou Leng and I have known each other for a long time, back in the Tree Man World..."

Seeing that Tianhuo had piqued his interest, Zhao He used all his skills to recount the past events, praising Zhou Leng's strength and amazing talent while also boasting about his talent as a talent scout.

From cultivating on the Tree of Life in the Tree People world, to the trials in the Demon Spirit world, and then to the divine blood magma in the Dwarf world, let's recount the journey in detail.

As he spoke, he observed the Heavenly Calamity Envoy and discovered that the Envoy was listening with great interest.

He then vaguely realized that the Heavenly Calamity Envoy had an impression of Zhou Leng, and might even be closer to him.

Finally, he said, "The reason I say it's a pity is because you were here."

After Zhao He finished speaking, the Heavenly Calamity Envoy nodded and said, "At Tiger Hill Fortress, he was the bravest in the army; on Dragon God Seal Road, he slew dragons as easily as slaughtering dogs."

(End of this chapter)