Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 595 Development
As the morning sun shone on the forest, over 100,000 giant insects and the allied forces of demons moved slowly across the forest like giant chainsaws, felling rows of trees.

Standing amidst the army was a demon grandmaster clad in blood-red metal armor.

The head is an inverted pyramid, with a face on each of the four sides. It is tall and surrounded by many demons.

The Four-Faced Duke, a high-ranking commander of the demon race.

The appearance of the Four-Faced Duke signifies the coming of a major battle or even a war.

If it were an ordinary demon commander, Zhou Leng would have hesitated for a moment, but upon seeing the Duke of Four, he turned and ran without saying a word.

As they ran, they marked the locations of the ancient tree fossils they sensed on the map.

"Capture him! Great Innate Realm experts, mobilize!"

The Duke of Four Faces was experienced and could tell at a glance that this human was at least at the Great Innate level.

Twenty great innate demons and giant insects gave chase.

After running for more than ten kilometers, Zhou Leng looked back and saw a Great Innate Realm expert?
He turned around and threw a punch.

The first move: Fist rises from the green hills.

A simple, unremarkable punch.

There is no true qi, no true energy of the starry sky.

He only uses the Zhenshanhe fighting technique, adding martial arts will to his fist strength.

The Dongfeng Fist emphasizes momentum and incorporates the Zhenshanhe fighting style, resulting in a sudden increase in the power of its punches.

The giant insect rider at the very front suddenly froze, halting his advance with all the skills he had acquired.

Because he saw that after Zhou Leng threw a punch, although his body clearly had no true qi, the air above his right arm rippled and flowed, condensing into the shape of a continuous green mountain range.

A fist strikes, revealing the image.

"Grandmaster..."

In the next instant, Zhou Leng arrived in front of the giant insect knight, and his right fist, right arm and the surrounding air mountains slammed into the giant insect knight.

The continuous force of the punches exploded on the giant insect knight's body.

From the head to the waist, it slowly cracked open, then the body trembled, and countless insect shells and flesh exploded.

Zhou Leng recalled the punch he had just thrown. The punch was powerful, but it was only the first move, so its power was somewhat lacking.

The second move is to draw in all directions, which is a defensive move. We will switch to the third move.

With a stomp of the ground, it charged towards a giant praying mantis.

With a single punch, the water splashed, and the surrounding air condensed into a strange spectacle.

On a vast lake, a light rain falls continuously, and a small boat moves along, creating a beautiful scene reminiscent of the Jiangnan region.

Beneath the small boat, a huge black shadow moved slowly.

In the next instant, the dark figure and its right arm burst forth from the lake, shattering the surface of the water, like an ancient, dark dragon reigning supreme.

Roar……

The dragon's roar resounded, and the force of the punch had not yet arrived, but the momentum of the punch had already been unleashed.

The giant mantis was undeniably strong, but it was momentarily stunned by the roar of the fist.

When it came to its senses, the world spun around it.

As the head fell to the ground, out of the corner of my eye I saw that the enormous worm's body, which was over five meters long, seemed to have been cut in two by a rough saw.

The wound was jagged and pitted.

The third move of the East Wind Fist: Dividing the Sea Dragon Shadow.

The other great innate demons were horrified.

Although innate attacks can punch at supersonic speeds, breaking the air and producing a loud bang, it is just a pure bang.

This punch contained the true power of a fist, and the sound was like the roar of a dragon.

Only a grandmaster can pull off this.

Zhou Leng frowned.

The fist originated from the green mountains; I have practiced it the most and have already mastered it.

But the third move, the Sea Dragon Shadow, always felt like something was missing.

Now, seeing the giant mantis's corpse, with its crisscrossing wounds and messy appearance, I understand.

They've accumulated enough strength, but they lack the decisiveness of someone who "establishes themselves in the world and creates a new era."

In Zhao Sheng's hands, the East Wind Fist, except for the last move, has no name; it's just called the "number of moves".

Later generations added names to the moves to make them easier to learn.

Zhao Sheng wasn't satisfied with the names of some of the moves, but he was too lazy to argue about it.

Only the last move of the East Wind Fist was named by himself. Although it was very long and strange, he was very satisfied with it and said that no one was allowed to change it, and anyone who changed it was not allowed to practice the East Wind Fist.

However, some of the punches in the East Wind Fist are too powerful, and only peak Martial Saints can use them. As a result, few people pay attention to the strongest and most terrifying final move.

"After this battle is over, I'll watch the tutorial videos and learn the third move. If all else fails, I'll use the World Globe to ask Teacher Void God for help. Anyway, I still have several tutorial martial arts screens left to use."

Zhou Leng is no longer an ordinary martial artist, but a grandmaster. He must strive for perfection in martial arts, and there can be no room for error.

Right is right, and wrong is wrong; there is no "close enough" or "almost right."

Any carelessness or ambiguity could lead to death.

The thought flashed through his mind in an instant, and then he charged toward the next Great Innate Realm expert.

He only used the third move to split the sea dragon shadow.

Although the "Dragon Shadow Dividing the Sea" move is slightly inferior to the later moves such as "Dragon and Tiger Convergence" and "I Am Given the Mandate of Heaven," it still contains an unimaginable grandeur.

One punch, one punch, one punch...

In Zhou Leng's eyes, the Great Innate Realm was like a wooden stake, merely a tool to test his fist techniques.

Zhou Leng raised his hand again, then lowered it and looked around.

We've run out of wooden stakes.

Zhou Leng stopped, recalling the demon army from before.

There are three Demon Grandmasters in total: two newly promoted Grandmasters and one Lower-level Grandmaster.

There are no intermediate grandmasters.

Even though the Demon Prison has eighteen worlds, the army led by a lower-level grandmaster is still an elite force.

If a mid-level Grandmaster or even a high-level Grandmaster appears, it will be a large-scale battle, with tens of millions of demons being mobilized.

Just when he had finally gotten the hang of it and was about to further improve his understanding of "Dragon Shadow of the Sea", he suddenly found himself without any opponents.

Zhou Leng thought for a moment and decided that martial arts were the most important thing.

So they charged straight at the demon army.

As he approached, Zhou Leng beckoned to the demon army and then uttered a demonic swear word he had learned long ago: "You bunch of little brats raised by tentacle beasts."

The demons were enraged.

Hundreds of innate demons, without orders, rushed towards Zhou Leng.

Duke Sifang frowned. This masked human had no true qi aura, yet he was able to defeat twenty Great Innate Realm cultivators. It was rather strange.

"Fortress Yuan, you follow behind Xiantian."

"As ordered!"

A malevolent executioner strode forward, and the demons all made way.

Zhou Leng used the same trick again: first he ran, then he killed.

He had 102 innate talents, but only used 93 punches.

“Not bad, but it’s a bit strange.” The executioner statue said, striding over.

The executioner statue was ten meters tall, its entire body covered with the skin of different demons, layer upon layer, looking tattered and worn, yet possessing a unique kind of imposing power.

His head was a guillotine; his skull was not a normal shape, but rather a wide guillotine blade hanging high on the guillotine.

The sides between the head and neck are supported by strong bones.

The severed part of his neck resembled the lips of a chrysanthemum, wriggling and speaking.

In his left hand he carried a shield covered with the heads of various monsters, its surface covered with dried, black scabs of blood.

He held a large, scarlet cleaver in his right hand, with the monster's breastbone encircling the back of the cleaver like a hilt.

Each time the executioner statue kills a master, it uses a giant guillotine to cleave the enemy in two, embedding the head in a shield and using the sternum as a guillotine ring.

"Your head will be the first one to be embedded in my shield after I ascend to nobility. You should feel honored." The severed neck of the executioner statue continued to writhe.

Upon seeing that his opponent was a newly promoted grandmaster, whose strength was comparable to his own, Zhou Leng shattered the earth and broke through the 500 meters per second speed amidst the dust and smoke.

In the blink of an eye, they appeared before the execution statue.

"Not bad..." Seeing that the enemy was so much faster than him, the executioner statue was filled with ferocity. He used his shield to block and his sword to kill.

Zhou Leng used the Heavenly Dragon Flash to dodge the Bone Ring Greatsword, but was bombarded by a hundred shields.

Zhou Leng intended to use him for cultivation, and with one punch, he split the sea dragon shadow.

Facing a more powerful enemy, Zhou Leng's martial arts will became more focused, and his punches became more powerful.

boom!
The giant shield, over five meters tall, and the execution statue, ten meters tall, both trembled. The right leg took a step back, the right foot sinking deep into the ground, and the attack stopped.

Before the executioner's demon could strike again, Zhou Leng threw a second punch.

The shadow of the sea dragon still struck the shield.

Despite having no true qi, and only possessing martial will and the power of the body itself, it still forced the executioner statue to retreat half a step again.

The large cleaver he had just raised was forced to be withdrawn prematurely because of this retreat, leaving it hanging in mid-air.

"Your power..."

The executioner's guillotine head hung in mid-air, trembling slightly.

Zhou Leng didn't care at all, throwing punch after punch, all using the same move, Fen Hai Long Ying.

Among the Demon Masters, the Executioners are renowned for their ferocity. They are like guillotines on the battlefield, even stronger than flesh and blood chariots, second only to a few other Masters like the Bone Castle.

His surname is "Fortress" because this executioner's statue resembles a demonic fortress.

This surname was forcibly taken from a tribe in the Bone Castle by his demigod ancestors.

But now, this fortress is being pounded backward by a tiny human being, punch after punch.

Despite possessing immense strength, his mere clumsiness caused him to be interrupted by his opponent before he could fully exert his power.

The shield couldn't be pushed out, and the sword was cut in half.

At first, the executioner statue was only enraged, but after retreating thirteen steps, he felt a chill run through his body.

This human's combat skills far surpass those of a newly promoted grandmaster.

It is very likely that he will reach the level of a high-ranking grandmaster.

Combat skills are more difficult to cultivate than strength and bloodline. Bloodline and strength can be changed by external forces, but combat skills are different. You either know them or you don't.

It requires countless real-world experiences to build up.

"You must be very famous among humans. Which grandmaster? Chen Shouhu? Wang Boxiong?"

"Ok?"

Zhou Leng's lips curled up slightly before returning to their normal shape, and he said, "You underestimate me."

The executioner statue was even more shocked and roared, "Although you do not use true energy, it is not a just act for you humans to bully me with your high level of cultivation."

"Killing demons is the most righteous thing to do."

As Zhou Leng spoke, he continued to use the Dividing Sea Dragon Shadow and its various variations.

The executioner's statue is far more effective than the previous wooden stakes; it's a high-grade wooden stake.

The executioner statue was enraged. It let out a low roar and suddenly unleashed the power of the Hundred-Headed Shield. Then it paused for a moment and looked at the Hundred-Headed Shield.

The heads on top were either rotten or fallen off, leaving them bald and covered with fist-shaped craters.

Each fist-shaped crater and finger mark was deeply embedded, surrounded by numerous cracks.

Click...

It's fine if you don't unleash your power, but once you do, it explodes.

"What the hell..."

I don't understand the evil image of execution.

How could a human who doesn't use internal energy beat himself up like this?

"Kill you!"

The demon's brute force surged, and he gripped the bone-ringed greatsword with both hands, fiercely slashing at Zhou Leng.

Boom boom boom boom...

Each strike reached several times the speed of sound, instantly weaving into a dense, blood-red demonic mass before the body.

A surge of powerful magic.

One after another, black, shimmering magic blades emerged from the blade.

With a single slash, dozens of blade shadows flashed past.

In a single second, he swung more than a dozen knives.

Hundreds of magical blades of light and shadow sliced ​​through the air, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, pressing down from the sky.

(End of this chapter)