Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 598 Magic Armor
Crack...Boom...

The gates of hell exploded open.

The brocade fist struck again, piercing through the light of the high-altitude demon armor.

The punch landed on the four-cornered star for the first time.

With a strange muffled sound, the armor around the four-cornered star caved inward, multiple protective demon artifacts were shattered, and its entire demonic body was sent flying backward.

The Dharma Master governs Heaven and Earth.

A martial artist embodies the universe.

With the enemy at our doorstep, victory is ours.

As the four-pointed star flew backward, he was shocked to see out of the corner of his eye that Zhou Leng was following him around as if he were taking a leisurely stroll after a meal.

The two looked at each other.

Zhou Leng threw another punch, and the large painting unfolded, bursting forth and revealing him wrapped in brocade.

boom!
The four-pointed star flew upside down in mid-air once again.

He tried everything he could, but under the suppression of the terrifying fist force, his mental energy was shaken, and he was unable to cast spells at all.

He could only rely on the protective gear he had prepared in advance to persevere.

"There must still be a chance..."

The third large painting depicting the fist stance, the fourth, the fifth, the sixth, the seventh...

In the darkness, a shadowy figure flew backward repeatedly, while a person stayed close by its side. Just as the shadowy figure was about to land, the person would use a punch to propel it into the air again.

Finally, Zhou Leng delivered a punch, slamming it down from above.

Crimson mountains and rivers, bombarding demons.

The four-pointed star crashed into the ground, creating a large crater more than ten meters in diameter. Its body sank three meters below the surface and was almost buried in the soil.

He sighed softly and closed his eyes.

It's a pity the message wasn't delivered in time...

Click click click...

The lower-ranking Grandmaster, Duke of Four Faces, had his entire body broken like shattered stones.

The evening breeze wafted by, causing the flames of Zhou Leng's fist strikes to flicker.

Looking around, the night sky was vast and the earth was silent.

Fifty thousand prairie fires, seven sections of exquisite fist techniques.

The first battle of the Grandmasters has come to an end.

Then, Zhou Leng searched for the Demon Spirit Bag and picked up the Demon Artifact.

All four legendary demon artifacts were intact, except for two that had exhausted their power.

Zhou Leng looked at the high-flying demonic armor.

The entire suit of bone armor, crafted from dragon bones, stands a full two meters tall.

This thing is far more powerful than I imagined.

The High Heaven Demon Armor was originally designed to protect against various spells, and its ability to protect against physical attacks was relatively weak.

It's useless against the East Wind Fist.

This demon artifact is famous because it doesn't require any additional drive or to be worn; it can be used with any magic-powered artifact.

Zhou Leng possessed several magical hands, specifically designed to activate magical artifacts.

Place the other three demonic artifacts in their proper positions, pick up the High Heaven Demon Armor, put it into the Demon Spirit Bag, and place it together with the High Energy Crystal to absorb its power.

You can release it when you encounter a mage attack in the future.

Zhou Leng glanced down; his clothes were tattered, and his exposed skin was scorched yellow.

Thinking that the four-pointed star was actually very strong, if it burned for another three days and three nights, my skin definitely wouldn't be able to withstand it.

With his powerful martial will and remaining fist momentum, Zhou Leng managed to collect all the spoils of war, then charged into the dense forest, driving his earth chariot haphazardly deep underground before finally hiding hundreds of meters underground.

He swallowed a large amount of elixirs containing brilliant sap and ancient tree fossils, closed his eyes, and slowly fell asleep.

The Four-Pointed Star's deduction wasn't entirely wrong; Zhou Leng's body was indeed nearing its limit.

However, his martial will had not yet reached its limit.

When Zhou Leng woke up, he felt a slight soreness all over his body.

This feeling is like undergoing a full day of intense training during your student days.

Excitement.

Scenes from yesterday's battle kept flashing through my mind, while new insights kept repeating.

These insights are invaluable; they are experiences that cannot be gained through any amount of secluded practice.

Zhou Leng repeatedly memorized and organized the information, then rose to the ground. Seeing that there was no danger, he slowly practiced the East Wind Fist in place.

It was very methodical and serious, and felt completely different from before.

Even though this was just training and there was no actual combat, a faint, almost imperceptible, fist-like aura still emerged.

Dongfeng Fist, formally entered the beginner level.

After completing the training, they continued excavating ancient tree fossils.

This area is deep within the old fertile land, and the total number of ancient tree fossils is increasing.

Once it accumulates to a certain level, it devours large quantities to cultivate the Star Phoenix Returning to Heaven Technique.

At the same time, the true energy of the starry sky within the body continuously cleanses the body, and before long, it will be able to complete the transformation into a star body, which is equivalent to the transformation of the whole body into a vapor body.

At that time, you will be able to advance to the next level of Grandmaster.

However, Zhou Leng always felt that transforming into a star body was only slightly more abnormal than transforming into a whole body.

As for the monster invasion, given its scale, the treants must know about it; there's no need for me to worry about it.

But why would they attack the Old Fertile Lands?
"Could it be that the calamity is targeting the mother tree?"

Knowing he was not yet capable of waging war between the two worlds, Zhou Leng focused on searching for ancient tree fossils.

Three days later, they encountered another army of grandmasters.

Having tasted the benefits of practicing the Wanmo Fist, Zhou Leng charged straight into the Wanmo army without saying a word.

The army of hundreds of thousands of demons was startled, but soon they laughed and swarmed to kill them.

After a while, they stopped laughing.

What frustrates the demon mages the most is that this bastard warrior has a high-level demon armor hanging above his head, which is specifically designed to counter spellcasters.

The fighting lasted from noon until late at night.

In the end, Zhou Leng killed three newly promoted Demon Masters.

This army has no lower-level grandmasters.

In this battle, the Wind and Fire Wildfire Fist failed to accumulate 50,000 fist techniques, but it accumulated 30,000, which is not bad.

Zhou Leng felt that his understanding of the "wildfire spreading across the plains" technique was not yet complete, so he decided to continue his cultivation.

Once you've thoroughly mastered this move, then focus on other moves. That's how Zhao Sheng taught us.

After mining for two days, we encountered an army of giant insects.

The number reached a full 300,000, far exceeding previous numbers. However, most of them were below the Innate Realm.

There are also two lower-level Grandmasters among the giant insects.

Zhou Leng has grown even more these past few days, his eyes shining as he charged into the giant insect army.

Unlike before, the current rampage is already considered a minor success.

No need to accumulate kills; with a simple raise of the hand, the fist's power spreads, and starlight rises.

After a day of fighting, only a small portion of the giant insect army remained.

The two lower-level grandmasters finally lost their temper and joined forces to attack Zhou Leng.

Unlike demons who mostly use magic, these two giant beetles are like two massive land vessels, brimming with wild power, charging and crashing about fearlessly in battle.

Martial artists often have no way to deal with them.

The giant insect's shell was thick and hard, far surpassing that of a demon.

The two fought fiercely for an hour, exchanging blows. Zhou Leng felt it was about time, so he went all out and killed a lower-level Grandmaster.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the other lower-level grandmaster led the last of the terrified Zerg army to flee.

Zhou Leng was very displeased and launched a pursuit.

Another army of giant insects came to the rescue, only to be engulfed in the insect swarm once again.

Zhou Leng remained fearless in the face of danger and went on a killing spree.

Before long, the third army of giant insects appeared.

Zhou Leng still stood proudly amidst the sea of ​​insects.

The fourth one, the fifth one...

One after another, armies of giant insects began to assemble.

Zhou fought for two days and two nights, slaughtering 600,000 to 700,000 giant insects and killing five giant insect masters. Finally, feeling that his body had reached its limit, he turned and retreated.

The million-strong army of giant insects thought it over carefully for a while, but didn't dare to give chase.

After taking a nap to recharge, and digging up some ancient tree fossils, Zhou Leng returned the way he came, following the trail of the giant insect army.

The second battle against a million giant insects has begun.

Unlike the demon army, which is too lazy to help each other, the giant insect army is more cooperative.

Once the losses reach a certain level, nearby giant insects will come to reinforce the area.

It can't be finished, it can't be finished at all.

This time, before two days and two nights had passed, they discovered that two mid-level giant insect masters were stealthily approaching.

Zhou Leng took off running.

Before the celestial body is completed, not a single bit of stellar energy can be wasted.

Once the transformation into a star is complete, and I advance to the lower-level Grandmaster, then... even a mid-level Grandmaster wouldn't be worthy of consuming star energy.

Rest, mine, fight the monster alliance, and the cycle begins.

When Zhou Leng occasionally encountered large orc armies, he became even more excited, determined that none of them would escape.

The old fertile land became Zhou Leng's great paradise.

The demon, giant insect, and orc army was strange. Some high-ranking and even grandmasters requested permission to attack and kill the human warrior, but for some reason, the Heavenly Calamity Envoy forbade any demons above the mid-level grandmaster to take action.

The mid-level grandmasters tried several times, but they couldn't catch up with Zhou Leng at all.

Run faster than a rabbit.

Zhou Leng was having a great time at the Tree Man World Amusement Park, while the Sixteen Grandmasters' Life-and-Death Arena was slowly brewing.

Although both sides were suppressing the news, many major powers still received it.

Some grandmasters and a portion of innate masters began to converge on Rucheng and Shuizhou Demon City.

The location of the Life and Death Platform was near the examination hall of the Heavenly Rank Joint Examination back then.

In a cemetery.

Gao Tianfeng was dressed in all black, with mourning clothes on her arm.

She knelt before the tombstone and kowtowed three times to her brother Gao Tianlong's cenotaph, which contained no body.

"Brother, the matter with Zhao Cong is all settled. Now, your little sister can avenge you."

"I don't know who harmed you, I have no evidence at all."

"But your grudge must be avenged."

"Then, kill everyone you've offended and everyone who's offended you over the past year."

Gao Tianfeng's eyes suddenly transformed into demonic golden pupils. He took out a fist-sized, bean-shaped, dried-out jerky from his demonic pouch and stuffed it into his mouth.

As it chews, its round, bulging cheeks slowly wriggle, as if a snake were coiled inside.

A faint, fishy odor wafted from my mouth.

The fruit of the Magic Bag Flower, the Magic Bag Bean.

Her gaze was icy, and the scene at the mine flashed through her mind.

When she arrived, the building had been burned to ashes.

There wasn't a trace of my brother's body left; even his ashes were burned away.

I could only take some building ash and put it in the urn.

Gao Tianfeng returned to Rucheng and, with the help of the Zhao family and the Demon Worshiping Sect, compiled a list overnight.

First, list those whose power is weak and whose realm is below that of a Grandmaster; there are a total of twenty-four families.

Then list the family members of each of the twenty-four families across three generations.

After personally completing the task, he issued a kill order in his capacity as a member of the Demon Worship Cult, along with a substantial bounty.

Then, examine the stronger forces or individuals.

She quickly frowned.

That seems a bit much.

Many people, let alone her, even Zhao Cong, dared not make a move.

After thinking it over, she realized that it was impossible to eliminate the entire family, so she had no choice but to kill someone.

Before long, her gaze fell on a name.

Zhou Leng.

This once wildly popular name now occasionally sparks localized discussions.

There are still two groups of people arguing online.

One group consists of the Demon Worship Cult and its followers, who persistently spread rumors about Zhou Leng, slander him, ridicule him, and fabricate false evidence.

The other group consists of Zhou Leng's supporters, including students from the joint entrance examination of 18 schools, righteous netizens, and those who were previously deceived by the media and are now fighting back in anger.

Gao Tianfeng frowned deeply.

Zhou Leng had no real power and had even lost his martial arts skills, but his status and position forced the sixteen families to give up their revenge.

Unfortunately, Zhou Leng and the forces behind him are the most suspicious.

(End of this chapter)