Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 550 Choice
They coordinated skillfully, advanced and retreated in an orderly manner, demonstrated great strength, and displayed remarkable patience.

In particular, several monsters known for their speed never attacked head-on, always staying behind Zhou Leng and launching surprise attacks from time to time.

Zhou Leng's back was torn open, exposing his bones.

The excessively long dragonbone knight's lance is no longer suitable for attacks from all sides. Palm techniques, sword techniques, and the Void-Severing Finger are all unsuitable for this kind of chaotic battle.

Zhou Leng wielded a large cleaver in his left hand and a large axe in his right, swinging them wildly.

Completely abandon all martial arts moves and simplify them.

Fastest and most powerful is the best.

A land of despair.

The time before birth.

The more he fought, the more intense the bloodlust, blood mist, and golden cross in Zhou Leng's eyes became.

Slowly, a blood-gold light, intertwined within his eyes, emerged like flames flowing against the current, rising three inches high.

Zhou Leng grinned.

At this moment, there is no birth or death, no worries, no fear.

My mind is clear, and I have no other thoughts.

Only battle, only slaughter.

Amidst the churning of flesh and blood, one monster after another fell.

But the further you go, the more patient and ferocious the monsters become.

Several demons, shouting the name of the God of Calamity, exchanged wounds with Zhou Leng.

One after another, the demons, like hyenas, tacitly tore off pieces of Zhou Leng's flesh, devouring, burning, or chewing them.

When flesh tears, it can heal quickly.

However, once the flesh and blood are separated from the body, the growth rate decreases significantly.

When only sixteen demons remained around him, not an inch of Zhou Leng's skin was intact.

Large areas of muscle and blood vessels are exposed.

Pieces of white jade bones, gleaming with a silvery light, were faintly visible amidst the flesh and blood.

At this moment, Zhou Leng resembled a skinless sorcerer.

But in his eyes, there was no fear or dread.

The battle has never stopped.

Zhou Lengqiang, the devil is no weakling either.

One after another, their comrades fell in battle, trampled into pieces and mud on the ground, but they didn't care.

They didn't care that they were getting more and more wounds.

Zhou Leng's terrifying cold air continued to erode their internal organs, but they didn't care.

Their demonic nature was fully unleashed, like fearless beasts tearing at their prey.

For the God of Calamity.

From a distance, Zhao He watched this scene, deeply shocked.

He hadn't expected Zhou Lengqiang to be this strong.

I never expected Zhou Leng to be this crazy.

In many places, even the flesh and blood have disappeared, leaving only white bones as white as jade.

However, Zhou Leng did not roar, did not fly into a rage, did not show fear, and did not back down.

The closer it gets to the end, the calmer it becomes.

It was like a friendly competition.

With nothing else on one's mind, one's thoughts, actions, and movements are solely focused on the technique itself.

Whatever the calamity, the feud between the two races, the life-or-death crisis, the rotting flesh, none of it matters.

Everything is just about the battle itself, everything is just about martial arts itself.

Because this is the only possible path to victory.

Zhao He stared straight at Zhou Leng, his mind filled with countless heroes from textbooks, the internet, and other people's stories.

He grew up listening to his grandfather's stories and heard countless tales.

However, he lived in a life of luxury and extravagance, and never truly experienced the heroic grandeur of life.

At this moment, he saw and felt.

His reverence for his grandfather rose like a blazing flame.

It turns out that everything is true.

So, it turns out, there really are people who can do that.

Zhao He felt as if a wound had been opened in his heart by the bloodied and mangled person before him.

I even felt an urge to do what my grandfather should do, just like he did.

There are many of those things, but they all share a common name.

mission.

He caught a glimpse of the calamity out of the corner of his eye, and his hot-bloodedness instantly calmed down.

pity……

It is impossible to defeat.

Just as it is impossible for humans to defeat demons.

The Ten Realms will eventually become a demonic prison.

Zhao He looked at Zhou Leng, his heart hardening with the weight of his sympathy.

On the other side, Zhang Xinglie and Shanheyuan launched a pincer attack on Shen An Zhi Nu.

The Dark Wrath is undeniably powerful, but Shanheyuan and Zhang Xinglie are both top-tier Innate Kings.

The two have fought side by side on numerous great battlefields and have developed a tacit understanding in combat.

Magic alone is no longer enough to threaten the two of them.

The deep, dark fury finally parted its claws that had been wrapped around its chest and launched its attack.

The spells flowed continuously, and the dragon claws surging with power.

Whenever he is in danger, the main head and the three smaller heads on his back will all breathe dragon breath.

Under the four dragon breaths, not to mention Shanheyuan and Zhang Xinglie, even the two newly promoted grandmasters could only retreat.

At first, the Dark Ones began to shed their scales.

Gradually, wounds appeared on his body.

Later, the dragon's wings were damaged, making its flight unstable. It landed on the ground and fought the two men.

The wounds on Zhang Xinglie and Shanheyuan were far fewer than those on Zhou Leng.

However, the injuries were even more severe.

Countless magical powers accumulated within them, especially the demonic flame spells that the dragon was proficient in.

This resulted in both of them being completely blackened, with many parts carbonized and necrotic.

In the end, Deep Dark Wrath had one of its dragon wings torn off by Shanheyuan, its tail broken by Zhang Xinglie, many of its bones shattered, and its two heads on its back smashed to pieces by Zhang Xinglie.

Shanheyuan had one eye burned into a black hole, one ear disappeared, and a large hole was exposed in his abdomen, with his internal organs clearly visible.

Zhang Xinglie's entire scalp disappeared, revealing a black, cracked skull. His right chest collapsed, and the flesh of both arms was completely carbonized and shattered, leaving only two black arm bones, resembling a skeleton.

The incredibly fierce battle continues.

Zhou Leng is very strong.

The demon is not weak.

As the sword energy of the Broken Void Finger pierced through the head of the last Innate King, Zhou Leng's body collapsed with a thud.

After sitting for a while, he slowly stood up, supporting himself against the tall monster corpse as if leaning against a wall. Most of Zhou Leng's flesh and blood had disappeared from his body, leaving him almost entirely covered by a thin layer of flesh and blood, just bones.

Most of his ribs were gone, his abdomen was empty, and his stomach, intestines, liver, gallbladder, and other organs had long since disappeared.

Inside his chest and abdomen, he had less than a quarter of his lungs, barely enough to sustain breathing.

Of the entire body, only the heart and brain are truly intact.

The surface of the heart gleamed with a faint, icy light.

The power of the Ice and Snow Cult, the power of the original species, has not been activated.

Zhou Leng gazed ahead, and through his cracked eyes, he saw that the sky and earth were blood red, and the world was like a net.

There was no emotion left in his eyes.

This battle emptied my body and my soul.

Zhou Leng stood there blankly, as if everything before him had nothing to do with him.

They even lost contact with themselves.

Not far away, Deep Dark Wrath barely managed to stand on the ground.

Shanheyuan sat on the ground, his legs covered in cracks, unable to stand up.

He still stood tall with his battered upper body.

Zhang Xinglie leaned against Shanheyuan.

He glanced at the Deep Anger who was coughing up blood, then slowly turned to look at Zhou Leng.

The two looked at each other, but there was nothing in their eyes.

There is nothing in heaven and earth.

Zhao He slowly took half a step forward, but seeing the emptiness in Zhou Leng's eyes, he slowly withdrew his right foot.

He has no chance of winning.

He didn't know why.

Zhou Leng was clearly on the verge of death; he could be killed with just a breath or a single finger.

But Zhao He felt he had no chance of winning.

Just like Zhao He, from beginning to end, never felt that he could become a grandfather.

Some things can never be done.

The battle has ceased.

On the large chair, the Heavenly Calamity Envoy raised his hand and clapped three times.

"I haven't seen such a wonderful battle between innate beings in many years. The four of you have brought me a long-lost sense of joy."

"I wasn't happy at first."

"My original plan for this great battlefield was to collect the White Lake Mother Fruit and then lead the demons to sweep across the Ten Realms."

"But, as time went on, inexplicably, I became a commander without troops."

"The last batch of soldiers was wiped out by the three of you."

"However, the battle was very exciting."

His voice was clearly ordinary, just like normal conversation, yet Zhou Leng and the others, several kilometers away, could hear it clearly.

The messenger of heaven came to look at the three, and finally, looked at Zhang Xinglie.

Zhang Xinglie remained motionless, his eyes not even moving.

He was unable to speak.

The Heavenly Calamity Messenger said, "You have good talent, good strength, and you have also obtained the inheritance of the Slaughtering King."

"I'll give you a small multiple-choice question."

"My first option is to kill you all."

"The second option is for you to cut off one of your arms and one of your legs, and I will spare the three of you."

Zhao He looked at the Heavenly Calamity Envoy with suspicion.

Zhang Xinglie stared at the Heavenly Calamity Envoy, his lips moving, but he couldn't utter a word.

His throat was already shattered, and his neck was just a hair's breadth away from breaking.

The Heavenly Calamity Envoy smiled and said, "I know what you're thinking. You suspect I'm deceiving you, but do you have any other choice?"

Zhang Xinglie's eyes flickered slightly.

The calamity made his smile grow even wider.

Zhao He vaguely understood that the gods didn't care.

They do not care about the life or death of mortals, the survival of the Demon Prison, or the victory or defeat of the Ten Realms.

He was more like an emperor outside the arena, only caring about the interesting things inside.

Zhang Xinglie slowly extended his right arm, took out a demonized blade from the demonic pouch, and slashed it down at his left shoulder.

The left arm was severed at the shoulder.

He swung the knife again with his right hand, slicing it across his right thigh.

His right thigh broke off, and he fell to the ground.

He swayed, leaning against Shanheyuan, motionless.

"Interesting, very interesting."

The Heavenly Calamity Envoy stood up, and in a flash, everyone saw him cross several kilometers and walk up to Zhang Xinglie.

He is now a young giant, with a youthful face and a body that is shorter than Shanheyuan.

But in the eyes of the three, it was as high as a mountain and as vast as the sky.

Only now did Zhou Leng, Zhang Xinglie, and Shan Heyuan finally understand just how powerful the Heavenly Calamity had become.

With that kind of speed alone, three people would be doomed in his presence.

The Heavenly Calamity Envoy reached out and touched Zhang Xinglie's wound, then withdrew his hand and looked at the blood on his fingertips.

A familiar scent.

A feeling that is etched in one's memory.

Even after billions of years, it will still feel like it's right before my eyes.

The Heavenly Calamity Envoy smiled slightly and said, "What you need to learn today is not to believe the enemy's words. I lied to you."

The Heavenly Calamity Envoy extended his right hand and gently touched it.

For a moment, everyone had a strange feeling.

He was just randomly pointing forward, but it looked like he was pointing at Zhang Xinglie.

In reality, he was pointing at both Shanheyuan and Zhou Leng, who was several kilometers away, with one finger.

puff!
puff!
The two men's heads shattered, their brains exploding and spreading all over the ground.

Zhou Leng and Shan Heyuan fell to the ground together, the light in their eyes gradually dimming.

Finally, the sky in my eyes slowly faded away.

Zhang Xinglie collapsed to the ground with Shanheyuan, his whole body trembling slightly.

His face was expressionless; his entire face was necrotic.

His gaze was calm, but his eyes had lost most of their function.

His trembling was a cry from his soul.

Wisps of red and black fire rose from his bones and enveloped his entire body.

The calamity envoy saw a familiar power and nodded with a smile.

The Mountain Slaughter Battle Formation has taken shape.

(End of this chapter)