Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 596 Fist Stance
Zhou Leng initially used the Dividing Sea Dragon Shadow, but this move requires charging up and its speed is far slower than the Blade Shadow.

"Then..."

The eighth move: Spreading like wildfire.

Zhou Leng extended both arms simultaneously, his fists pounding forward.

The air around his arms vibrated in unison. At first, the air was just a tiny white flame, scattered like stars.

But as the punches continued, the sparks spread and grew larger.

After a dozen or so punches, streaks of air and flames appeared around Zhou Leng's entire body.

Even the fiery shadow beneath his feet began to expand, forming an ever-growing ring, as his fist force increased.

During the Qi and Blood stage, one's strength resides within the body.

In the innate stage, one's energy is projected outwards.

At the Grandmaster stage, one's energy begins to merge with the universe.

Zhou Leng was not using his true qi or the true energy of the starry sky at this moment, but he was a true grandmaster. He could still merge with heaven and earth with his strength and fist techniques alone.

At first, Zhou Leng only had fast fists.

bang bang bang...

The clash of blades and the shadow of fists created tiny sparks of light, resembling fireworks in the night.

Then, the ever-spreading flames, almost tangible, would gently deflect and change direction whenever the blade approached.

When the Wildfire Fist had been unleashed for a hundred moves, two flames shone in Zhou Leng's eyes.

A powerful martial will merged with the surrounding air and flames, turning the water-white flames a faint red.

Those streaks of air flame began to flicker.

Zhou Leng was surrounded by a faint red flame in the air.

That's it.

Punch out.

boom!
All the light and shadow magic blades within a one-meter diameter radius centered on the fist exploded.

This still lacks true qi and the true energy of the starry sky.

Then, Zhou Leng stepped on a halo of flames and, at a speed exceeding his usual limits, circled the high-grade wooden stake, throwing punch after punch.

Each punch shattered everything within a one-meter radius.

Upon contact with air, the air explodes.
Upon contact with the demonic blade, the blade shattered.

When it touches the body of the executioner's statue, the executioner's statue explodes.

Remove the armor and skin.

One punch, ten punches, a hundred punches...

Zhou Leng deliberately suppressed the power of the raging fire in order to verify a certain claim.

Each move in Dongfeng Fist is an independent set of boxing techniques.

The more a prairie fire accumulates, the stronger its power becomes.

After a thousand or ten thousand punches, it's like the final blow.

After delivering his thousandth punch, Zhou Leng took a half step back, slightly lowered his waist and shoulders, pushed off the ground, and threw a straight punch.

boom!
The giant sword of the executioner statue is raised above its head, about to strike.

Zhou Leng was like a cannonball, slamming into the abdomen of the ten-meter-high figure and passing right through him.

The flames of his fist remained on the executioner's body.

Boom boom boom...

Hundreds of fist-shaped flames exploded, blooming like lotus flowers.

The ten-meter-tall execution statue disintegrated into countless fragments.

On the ground, the half-meter-high severed leg is rooted in the soil.

In mid-air, the head of the guillotine fell to the ground, its blade dripping with blood.

Zhou Leng reached in and took away the guillotine head from the executioner statue.

The main material for a legendary weapon costs at least 100 million.

"All troops, surround and kill!"

The Duke of Four Faces finally realized the enemy's extraordinary nature, abandoned his plan to destroy the forest, and sent tens of thousands of troops charging forward.

The spark within Zhou Leng was rekindled.

"Today, one can see a prairie fire spreading everywhere."

Zhou Leng showed no joy or sorrow, charging alone towards an army of hundreds of thousands.

"This human being..."

All the monsters were shocked by his unimaginable bravery; even the most valiant monster would never have done such a thing at this moment.

Zhou Leng was like a ball of flame, crashing into the torrent of demons.

Step by step, he moved forward relentlessly, unleashing a flurry of punches that sent crimson afterimages filling the sky, causing nearby monsters to fall in droves.

After Zhou Leng killed a thousand demons, golden light seemed to fall from the sky and showered upon him.

A faint golden light enveloped his entire body.

With the nation's powerful resources and the people's united will, we can overcome any obstacle.

One person can form an army, and one person can form a city.

At the same time, a cloud of white mist burst forth from his body, and the nearby monsters screamed and flew backward.

A mountain of will appeared in Zhou Leng's eyes.

Its mountains are majestic and transparent like crystal.

But at this moment, the surface of Liuli Mountain gleamed with a unique luster that blended steel and gold.

The second realm of the Mountain of Will: the Vajra Realm.

It was precisely through his powerful martial will that he became like an army of ten thousand, slaying thousands of enemies and forming a united front.

No matter how many people there are or how united they are, they cannot form a united front against their own people.

Because of the nation's talent for unity and concerted efforts, it is not only effective externally, but also internally.

But when faced with external enemies, the united will of the people was like layers of thick armor, covering Zhou Leng's entire body.

At this moment, the unique advantages of the Zhenshanhe battle tactic became apparent.

The will of martial arts is integrated with the unity of the people.

A power no less than that of the Taiqing Haiyi at the Divine Transformation level protected him.

Clad in armor, he is impervious to all magic.

Golden light emanated from his hand, obliterating all evil.

Zhou Leng's punches were originally over a meter long, but now, with a single punch, the monster two meters away was blasted into countless fragments.

At the same time, white, hemispherical shock waves were formed, spreading more than ten meters away.

Below the Heavenly Element, touching it means death, encountering it means annihilation.

Each punch is a miniature thermobaric bomb.

Before a master, one's vital energy and blood are completely depleted.

Zhou Leng strode forward, and within a dozen meters, swarms of Qi and Blood Realm demons and giant insects fell, some bleeding from their seven orifices, some with their bodies shattered, and some flying backward unconscious.

Only innate demons can rush up to two meters before collapsing.

Tens of thousands of demons, like a tidal wave, surrounded Zhou Leng, attacking relentlessly. They were terrified, they were filled with fear, but military orders were absolute.

The sun sets and night falls.

Zhou Leng's entire body shone with golden light, and the flames of his fists transformed from a faint red to a bright red.

What was originally a flame the size of a bean grew to the size of a thumb after a thousand punches.

Now, about the size of a fist.

A raging fire spreads like wildfire, a fist technique fueled by a myriad of flames.

Under the cover of darkness, Zhou Leng threw a punch, which flashed with fire and exploded into a red fist-shaped area with a diameter of three meters.

Subsequently, a white light shock wave with a radius of nearly twenty meters spread in all directions.

The colors of fire and frost shone simultaneously.

The Duke of Four Faces and another newly ascended Grandmaster desecrated the mummy, watching silently.

Duke Four Faces is a renowned commander in the Demon Prison, and he is evenly matched with the most skilled human or demon spirit master.

However, he vaguely realized that he had miscalculated.

The best option at that time was to leave immediately after seeing this person.

No, we shouldn't have taken this path in the first place.

But, things have come to this.

He looked at the few remaining monsters.

The Grandmaster-led army is the main force and elite force in the Demon Prison.

They arrived with 180,000 men.

Before a day had passed, only five thousand remained.

Corpses were scattered everywhere, piled up in a thick layer.

Next spring, the flowers on this land will be exceptionally vibrant.

The Duke of Four Faces glanced at the blasphemous mummy beside him.

They both nodded slightly at the same time.

An army of 180,000 was slaughtered by one man, leaving the two with nowhere to retreat.

Only death can solve everything.

It can be resolved by anyone's death.

“He is very powerful,” said the Duke of Four Faces.

"The East Wind Fist lives up to its name; the Ten Thousand Fires Fist is unstoppable even by a demon like me." The blasphemous mummy saw it clearly: the enemy's momentum had reached its peak, carrying the might to slaughter ten thousand enemies, and its aura was close to that of a saint.

The Duke of Four Faces said, "I have imagined countless masters in my mind, but none of them are human."

"Could it be the Martial Saint?"

"Later, when I deduced the Great Primordial, I discovered the possibility of absurdity."

"Who is he?"

"National Hero, Celestial Saint, Arrow Bearer, Demon Slayer, Mist Breaker, Ancient Treant, Divine Dragon King..." Duke Four Faces, following the custom of demon nobles, said a little more than half of the list, then frowned four times and stopped reciting the dishes, "Zhou Leng."

"That human's number one innate realm cultivator whose dantian was destroyed and whose meridians were severed?"

"It's him."

"But he seems like a newly promoted grandmaster."

"He is a newly promoted grandmaster."

"Then... how to become a Grandmaster through the methods of giants or Iron Dwarves?"

"Yes, I have already had someone cast a spell to report to His Majesty the Heavenly Calamity Envoy and pass it on to the other four Dukes, so that his strength can be reassessed."

"Fortunately, he is human. Humans have their limits. You and I are waiting for him to run out of energy. I wonder what he is waiting for." The blasphemous mummy showed no despair.

The Duke of Four Faces said, "I have a feeling that he hasn't used his full strength yet."

The blasphemous mummy shook his head and said, "I don't believe it. After a day of fierce fighting, killing 100,000 with his fists, and being hit by countless spells, let alone him, even a grandmaster martial artist would be close to their physical limit without using true qi."

"The truth is, my analysis shows that he is not fatigued at all. In fact, the power of the Dongfeng Fist is constantly increasing his strength."

A flicker of panic suddenly flashed in the mummy's eyes.

"Could he be the second Zhao Dongjun? Back when Zhao Dongjun was a Grandmaster, he made a bet with the Lord, single-handedly fought his way through eighteen levels of the Demon Prison, battling for thirty-three days straight without sleep or rest, and finally won the bet, with all the demons respectfully seeing him off. Since then, wherever Dongjun goes, all the demons retreat."

"Humanity has already produced one Zhao Dongjun; there can't be a second. Kill him, and you and I will be the Zhao Dongjun among demons!"

At this moment, the demons ahead have all vanished.

Zhou Leng, his entire body ablaze with flames like a lotus, strode forward.

Beneath their feet, rings of flames spread outwards.

Under the cover of night, it was as if a god had descended, illuminating the world.

Like a wildfire spreading across the plains, thirty thousand fist strikes.

"kill!"

"kill!"

The four dukes and the blasphemous mummy rushed forward together.

Above the Duke of the Four Faces' head rose a giant golden eye, which could see through everything and perceive its weaknesses.

Behind the desecrated mummy, black poisonous mist condensed into a golden coffin, from which countless dark gold mummy ribbons flew out, like hundreds of demonic hands, drifting and swaying.

Within Zhou Leng's body, the Starry Sky True Energy washed over his entire body like a tide.

The newly appointed master uses true qi to transform his entire body.

Zhou Leng, using the true power of the starry sky, transformed into a celestial body.

To conserve the true energy of the stars, not a single drop has been used in this battle so far.

In the darkness, in the flattened forest, two radiant demons charged toward Zhou Leng, who was equally radiant.

Zhou Leng looked at the two demon masters, one a lower-level master, and the other, like himself, a newly promoted master.

Then...

Zhou Leng looked at the weakest of the blasphemous mummies.

The earth exploded, the afterimage vanished, and in the next instant, amidst a flurry of dust and grass, Zhou Leng appeared beside the blasphemous mummy.

The desecrated mummy is located between the Duke of the Four Sides and Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng's punch ignited a prairie fire.

It doesn't require the power of the stars, but it unleashes its full potential.

The Duke of Four Directions immediately turned around, bypassed the profane mummy, and, wielding his scepter sword, unleashed a massive arc of fire three meters high, slashing towards Zhou Leng.

He was rapidly deducing the scenario in his mind.

Two moves, and the blasphemous mummy only needs to block two moves; this one sword strike will be enough to...

Zhou Leng threw out his right fist.

Thousands of fist techniques converge on a single lotus.

A fiery red lotus, three meters in diameter, exploded with a deafening roar, engulfing and desecrating the mummy.

Zhou Leng's fist missed its mark.

Ahead, dust filled the air.

The East Wind Fist, like a prairie fire, annihilated the grandmaster.

(End of this chapter)