Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 597 Big Painting
The four-sided Duke's long star at each of his four corners suddenly retreated.

His head was an inverted pyramid, with a pale gold face on each of the four sides.

The four-pointed star usually only has its eyes open from the front.

Upon noticing Zhou Leng, both eyes opened.

After the mummy died, the eyes on the back of his head opened.

He heard a soft cracking sound at the back of his head, and the area where his face met his other sides slowly began to split open.

The back of his head and face slowly flipped upwards, until they were on top of his head, and his face was upside down.

The back of the head and face moves forward, lifting the scalp to reveal the blood-red skull, continuing forward until it connects with the top of the face directly in front.

One on one.

The two sides of the face flip forward, connecting with the upper and lower faces.

Four eerie, blood-red, golden masks are pieced together on a single plane.

The eight eyes were filled with blood, glistening and shining.

"You are strong."

The four voices of the four-pointed star rang out simultaneously.

"You have excellent taste."

Zhou Lengqi remained calm and composed.

Now that he had gathered enough power, with flames raging around him, his grandmaster aura surged like waves of fire, impacting the four corner stars.

"You seem unaware that our Four-Sided Dukes are not only strategically powerful, but also possess unparalleled tactical and combat capabilities among their peers."

“I know, and I have studied it in depth. For example, you can use four legendary demon artifacts at the same time, you can use four kinds of demon spells at the same time, and you can observe everything in all directions. I know all of that.”

"Oh? Then why did you dare to challenge me instead of running away?"

“Before that, I didn’t know whether I would win or lose against you, so I wanted to find the answer,” Zhou Leng said.

"What's the answer?"

"The wind and fire spread like wildfire, my body shines eternally, today's battle is in my hands."

After Zhou Leng finished speaking, he calmly and slowly threw a punch, "Fist Rising from Green Mountains," straight forward.

The originally unremarkable punch from the green hills, after gaining the momentum of a raging fire, formed a continuous and towering green mountain in the air above the right arm.

With a single punch, green mountains line up, and peaks resemble dragons.

The four-pointed star took a step back, and all eight eyes flashed simultaneously.

On one side of that enormous golden eye, three legendary demonic artifacts appeared.

Four legendary demon artifacts were lined up in a row.

The Demon's Eye: all-seeing, all-knowing.

The Ferocious Flame, a torch with a red base and black flames, spun around at its center and spewed out a black flame line as thick as a thumb, instantly landing on Zhou Leng. Unless its power was exhausted, it would remain permanently locked on.

A black flame line connected to the center of Zhou Leng's chest, sizzling and burning his skin.

The blood of the most evil, a skinless, fleshy serpent coiled around a meter-tall red crystal, from which came the continuous murmurs of an evil god, seducing the mind and disrupting the will.

Thin black lines ignored all of Zhou Leng's defenses, entered the Will Space, reached the Mountain of Will, and then... hid in the distance.

Around the Mountain of Will, waves crash, wind blades swirl, and thunder roars.

The first two were nothing compared to the strange lightning, which made these thin black lines tremble.

The black lines formed by the evil god's power carried an indescribable sense of humiliation, as if those three god-like powers had glanced at them and said, "Attack this Mountain of Will? Go to the back of the line."

The Celestial Armor, a chest and abdomen armor woven from countless dragon bones, hangs high in the sky, emitting a faint light that envelops the entire body of the four-pointed star. This armor, being in the air, does not need to be worn; it provides complete protection.

"No one, not even a demon, has ever been able to defeat me at my level."

As the four-pointed star spoke, all four mouths simultaneously cast spells.

With both mouths open, they continuously chanted incantations, forming two continuous spells.

A "hellfire" formed a faint flame, enveloping an area of ​​twenty meters around it. It appeared light and faint, yet the earth was scorched and everything was destroyed.

A "Gate of Blood Prison" appeared, with a transparent, blood-red gate appearing on each of the four sides. Each gate was a foot thick, and four different demons were carved on them, with blue faces and fangs, their ferocious appearances fully revealed.

From the mouth in the middle, a protective spell, "Mountain of Demons," was chanted, and countless demons formed a transparent mountain range, blocking Zhou Leng and him.

Zhou Leng's right fist struck the mountain of demons, slowing his movement.

From the top mouth, the attack spell "Piercing Black Spear" was chanted, and a thick black spear, ten meters long, floated in mid-air. In an instant, it accelerated to four times the speed of sound and rushed towards Zhou Leng.

The instant the black gun appeared, Zhou Leng produced a fine steel spear and hurled it.

boom!
The spear shattered the air the instant it was thrown, exceeding four times the speed of sound.

The spear rubs against the air, generating flames that melt the surface and turn the spearhead red-hot.

The black spear had only traveled halfway when it was struck head-on by the steel spear.

Magical and physical spears exploded in mid-air.

The steel spear exploded into a shower of shrapnel, bombarding the four-pointed star.

Protected by the Heavenly Demon Armor and the Blood Prison Gate, he was unharmed.

The four-pointed star retreated rapidly to maintain distance while continuously using defensive spells to block and offensive spells to attack.

Zhou Leng was, after all, a martial artist, and needed to constantly get close to him.

Even if each punch generates a powerful shockwave, it has little effect against the power of a grandmaster. Only punches with a range of about three meters are lethal.

However, the four-pointed star remained at a distance of about twenty meters.

With continuous attacks using the Ferocious Flame, the Blood of the Evil, and the Hellfire, coupled with powerful Grandmaster-level spells for both offense and harassment.

Apart from that, all the spells are defensive.

The demon's magic continued to burn Zhou Leng's body.

Zhou Leng was fearless and used only the Wildfire Fist to bombard the enemy rapidly.

Zhou Leng kept moving forward, while the four-cornered star kept retreating, occasionally shifting sideways, using every means to avoid direct confrontation.

The battle continued, and the four-cornered star was filled with confusion, even the demonic eye above its head began to deduce chaos.

In his calculations, Zhou Leng had fought continuously for a day, enduring sustained attacks from Grandmaster-level spells. His body should have been extremely fatigued, his defenses would have crumbled, and he would have begun to injure himself. However, in reality, his martial will remained unchanged, as if the evil god's power was simply playing tricks on him within his own will.

The demonic flames kept burning her body, but apart from burning off her body hair and slightly turning her skin yellow, they didn't even burn her black. It was not much different from her acting cute.

Any attack spells that get close will be dispersed by the powerful force of the fist.

The Duke of Four Sides, with his strategic, tactical, and combat skills all integrated, found that even with the enemy practically at his doorstep, the similarity between the simulation and actual combat was less than 30%.

If the deduction fails according to the standards of a newly promoted master, then the deduction strategy must be changed.

Deduced according to the standards of a lower-level grandmaster!

The Duke of Four Faces, after much painful reflection, began to deduce the truth using the standards of a lower-level master.

Soon, the simulation results became increasingly similar to real-world results.

Ultimately, a 70% similarity was achieved.

The four-pointed star seemed even more lost.

This means that the opponent has actually reached the limit of the lower-level Grandmaster and is infinitely close to the level of the middle-level Grandmaster.
But the opponent hadn't even used his true energy yet.

No, even a lower-level Grandmaster at the peak could not withstand the whispers of the evil god and the burning flames for a long time!
"My deduction is absolutely correct!"

Half an hour passed.

Zhou Leng's fist techniques grew stronger and stronger, and his whole body was emitting bright red flames.

call……

Suddenly, the flames around him burst forth in all directions, landing everywhere.

In an instant, flames spread and twinkled within a radius of thirty meters centered on Zhou Leng.

The flames on Zhou Leng's body had disappeared.

Four-pointed Star was surprised to find that his attack on Zhou Leng was more than half weaker than before.

Meanwhile, their own protective capabilities are being eroded by an invisible force.

A single spark can start a prairie fire.

"I'm waiting for 50,000 punches, what are you waiting for?"

Unbeknownst to him, Zhou Leng had already performed the eighth move of the East Wind Fist, "Wildfire Spreads," fifty thousand times that day.

A faint smile appeared on Zhou Leng's face.

It's not the joy of victory, but the pure joy that comes from understanding.

The moment he unleashed his 50,000th punch, the flames around him transformed into a raging inferno, and a new understanding of the East Wind Fist surged into his mind.

No wonder that no matter how much guidance Shen Yunxian and Master Xushen gave him when he was in the Ancient River Ruins and the Beast World, his understanding of the East Wind Fist was always just a little lacking.

It turns out that the East Wind Fist wasn't something you figured out, but something you developed through practice.

The boxing style was created after Zhao Dongjun finished practicing it.

Instead of Zhao Dongjun figuring out the boxing techniques first and then going into actual combat.

The numerous boxing principles preceding the eighth move bloomed in my mind like a myriad of flowers.

The numerous boxing principles that follow the eighth move are also beginning to blossom.

Zhou Leng took a step forward.

A massive mountain of demons blocked their path. With a swift turn, he swept past like a gust of wind, arriving beside Four-Cornered Star in the blink of an eye.

As expected of the commander of ten thousand troops, the Four-Pointed Star remained unfazed, even though the speed and the move were completely beyond his calculations.

The similarity in the deduction has decreased again.

He immediately unleashed a black poison arrow, and a rain of black arrows covered the area.

Zhou Leng stretched out his hands, leaving behind dozens of afterimages of arms, resembling a large disc composed of countless arms.

With a gentle spin, the numerous magical poison arrows veered off course and flew towards Zhou Leng's sides.

The second move of the East Wind Fist is to draw in all directions.

A faint smile appeared on Zhou Leng's face.

The battle is no longer important.

Understanding the profound principles of martial arts brings joy to the mind and spirit.

The martial arts techniques that Shen Yunxian and Master Xushen had talked about before, which he only half understood, blossomed clearly in his mind, as if he could see the lines on his palm.

The next punch is about to be delivered, and the power is building up.

The ground was ablaze with flames, yet it seemed to emit endless cries—cries of resistance, cries of anger, cries of defiance.

Amidst the endless shouts, Zhou Leng unleashed a punch.

The fifth move of the East Wind Fist: Autumn Waves and Mountains.

This was a punch that Zhou Leng had never been able to throw before; he had the moves but no real power.

I racked my brains, but I still couldn't type it.

But after the force of the raging wind and wildfire fist reached its peak, it was natural that a punch would be thrown.

The air vibrated in front of Zhou Leng.

The autumn mountains are ablaze with color, maple leaves are falling, and below the mountains, wheat fields are golden and rice paddies are radiant. All these scenes combine to form a magnificent painting.

"A large painting of fist techniques..."

The expression on the face of the man with four long stars finally changed slightly, and his eyes trembled.

Newly promoted masters, when they condense their fist techniques into large-scale drawings, cannot demonstrate true qi, physical strength, or experience, and may not even reflect actual combat power.

However, to represent this opponent, one must possess unimaginable martial will and comprehension.

"It must be reported..."

In the next instant, Zhou Leng broke free of the painting.

The autumn mountains, maple leaves, rivers, and farmland in the large painting are like silk ribbons, rolled up on Zhou Leng's right arm.

The magnificent landscape is brought together in one fist.

(End of this chapter)