Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 604 Seventy percent
Everyone was shocked. How could Song Juesi have progressed so quickly after recovering from his injuries?

He's practically aiming to become a martial saint.

Seeing Song Juesi's imposing presence, the sixteen families trembled inwardly, secretly relieved.

If Chen Shouhu, Wang Boxiong, and Song Juesi were to fight, our side would inevitably suffer zero losses in the battle for the Grandmaster level, and would likely suffer a crushing defeat.

Xu Xinke smiled and said, "Elder Song, you're late. The old life-or-death battle has been canceled. Now, we will have a new life-or-death battle with Zhou Leng. He is challenging all sixteen of our families. He brought it up himself, and we were forced to accept the challenge. We had no choice."

Song Juesi's gaze flickered slightly as he looked at Zhou Leng and asked, "Did you eat the Red Pearl Gourd?"

"have eaten."

"I believe in your confidence to take on this challenge. However, I cannot come here empty-handed. Let me first give them a taste of your life-or-death battle. Let them know that victory is on our side."

After Song Juesi finished speaking, he looked at a high-ranking grandmaster behind the Dong family head and shouted loudly.

“Nie Fenyang, back then you couldn’t defeat me, so you framed me for colluding with the Demonic Cult and killing people indiscriminately. You even sent people to destroy my dantian in prison and imprison me for over fifty years. Today, we shall settle our fifty-year-old grudges.”

Everyone looked up at the Grandmaster Nie Fenyang, many of them in astonishment.

This man used to work in the armed forces system and was a famous hero. His house was filled with so many certificates and trophies that it couldn't all be displayed.

Over the years, he has arrested countless members of the Demon Worshipping Cult and solved numerous major cases. Unexpectedly, he framed Old Song.

Then wouldn't all those so-called cases he committed before be...?

Like Nie Fenyang, he had white hair and beard, triangular eyes that slanted downwards, high cheekbones, thin cheeks, and a monkey-like appearance with a treacherous look.

He smiled, shook his head and sighed, "Old Song, after all these years, you still won't admit your guilt."

"After all these years, you're still the same. You know perfectly well what you did back then."

Nie Fenyang smiled and said, "I strictly followed the instructions from above. We can't let a possible bad guy slip through just because of insufficient evidence. We have witnesses and testimonies, so why can't we arrest you? Even if there were some oversights, it has nothing to do with me. If you have to blame someone, blame your bad luck."

"Do you dare to fight?"

"I was far superior to you back then. Now you are just having a brief resurgence. Why would I be afraid of you? Today, I will defeat you again in front of everyone and make you admit defeat!"

Nie Fenyang strode toward the ring, and Song Juesi followed.

Zhou Lengdao said, "Disciples of the Ancient River Sect, listen to my command and diligently learn from Elder Song's fighting style."

"Yes!" all the disciples of the Ancient River Sect replied in unison.

Everyone glanced at the disciples of the Ancient River Sect, secretly envious.

The story of the Ancient River Sect has spread throughout the world, and countries around the world are cooperating with the Dragon Kingdom, wanting to send people to join the Ancient River Sect.

Xu Xinke glanced at Zhou Leng, the smile on her lips impossible to hide.

Now all the major powers know that Zhou Leng is the senior disciple of the Ancient River Sect.

The potential of the Ancient River Sect is extremely significant.

Various forces are eager to seize control of the Ancient River Sect. Some speculate that Zhao Cong, having assumed the position of Governor-General of Liangjiang and entered Rucheng, is likely coveting the Ancient River Sect.

If Zhao Cong can kill Zhou Leng in this life-or-death battle, then he will face no further obstacles.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, the sixteen companies will rise again.

When the calamity brings forth a new divine power, sweeping across the blue planet...

Xu Xinke became happier and happier as he thought about it, and didn't care who won between Nie Fenyang and Song Juesi.

Others offered their own speculations.

"Who do you think has a better chance of winning, Elder Nie or Elder Song?"

"It must be Elder Nie. Elder Nie has been a Grandmaster for many years and his strength has not diminished. Elder Song has been a Grandmaster for less than a year and has too little experience."

"Indeed, Elder Nie has a high chance of winning, what a pity..."

The two stood a hundred meters apart on either side of the ground arena.

With a burst of energy, a fierce wind arose around him, and tiny vortices appeared beneath his feet, swirling up sand and grass.

Song Juesi looked at Nie Fenyang, and scenes from the past flashed before his eyes.

"Fen Yang, if you apologize, I will spare your life."

Song Juesi was no longer the hot-blooded youth he once was. Now that he had regained his cultivation, his desire for revenge had faded considerably.

"Further words are pointless. I have never made a mistake, so why should I apologize to you?"

Song Juesi sighed softly, lowered his head slightly, then looked up and said, "Then, I'll see you off."

He stomped his feet on the ground, but the earth remained motionless. All the sand and grass on the ground seemed to freeze suddenly, completely still.

Whoosh!
Song Juesi flew across the ground at an incredible speed, like a giant bird.

At the same time, Nie Fenyang cracked the ground, the earth beneath his feet collapsed, and his body shot out like a cannonball.

In an instant, all the spectators widened their eyes.

Song Juesi was much, much faster than Nie Fenyang.

In the blink of an eye, the two broke the sound barrier, their bodies surrounded by white shockwaves, and collided.

Many people didn't even see the two throw a punch before they saw them separate and stand on the ground, dozens of meters apart, back to back.

Only the masters can see it clearly.

Many masters looked astonished.

Zhang Feng and the other disciples of the Ancient River Sect looked at the two of them blankly, then looked at Zhou Leng blankly.

"Senior Brother, what should we learn?"

Just then, where Song Juesi had initially stood, the earth and wild grass flowed and swirled, sinking like quicksand.

Part of Nie Fenyang's clothes on his chest and abdomen suddenly turned into dust, forming a palm-shaped notch.

Inside the gap, a bright red handprint was left. The skin of the handprint looked as if it had been scorched by external force, and it sizzled.

Suddenly, his body shuddered violently, he leaned forward, and with a loud "whoosh," large chunks of internal organs and blood gushed out like a burst sewer pipe, splashing onto the ground.

As everyone watched, Nie Fenyang began vomiting incessantly, with more fragments of his stomach, intestines, and lungs coming out with him.

Nie Fenyang's chest and abdomen visibly contracted and thinned.

After vomiting out the last of his blood and internal organs, Nie Fenyang swayed, tried to turn around, but collapsed to the ground, clawing at the ground with both hands before becoming motionless.

Song Juesi left Nie Fenyang with a complete corpse.

"I have been under the weight of wind and snow for fifty years, but I have trekked through the snow to the mountain peak."

Song Juesi slowly walked towards Zhou Leng's camp, each step creating a gust of wind.

Ten steps later, he found himself in a tornado, with dust and grass swirling around him, yet he couldn't touch it at all.

His aura surged, reaching the level of Grandmaster.

Many masters sighed softly.

As expected of Song Juesi, he could follow celestial phenomena even during his Grandmaster period. Nie Fenyang could never compare to such strength.

At this point, everyone understood that Song Juesi had become one of the world's top grandmasters.

Below the Martial Saint, there is no equal.

The Blood of Tyranny, Crimson Eyes, and Zhao Dongjun, among others, all reached this level back then.

Xu Xinke and the other family heads frowned deeply.

They originally wanted to kill Zhou Leng in a life-or-death battle, but Song Juesi advanced to the Grandmaster level at this crucial moment, directly displaying the terrifying power of celestial phenomena, which was a warning.

As he approached, Song Juesi scanned the crowd and looked at Zhou Leng.

After years of being wronged, he was finally exonerated. He was like a sword drawn from its sheath, his eyes shining with an alarming brilliance.

Song Juesi gently patted Zhou Leng's shoulder and said, "Go in peace. If you die in battle, I'll make them pay with their lives."

Zhou Leng strode towards the next arena.

The heads of the sixteen families gathered together and discussed the matter in hushed tones.

"We can't let Yingxi make a move. Let's test the waters first. If he's weak, we'll kill him outright. If he's strong, we'll find a chance to escape. He wouldn't dare do anything to us then."

"First, send in a newly promoted grandmaster, then a lower-ranking one, then a middle-ranking one, to test his strength in turn and create opportunities for Yingxi."

"Who's going?"

"Fourth brother, you go ahead." Xu Xinke looked at his younger brother.

He had a clear plan in mind: as long as he killed Zhou Leng, the Xu family would become more important in the eyes of the Zhao family. Even if he couldn't kill him, he could still get the Zhao family's help even if he was injured while leading the charge.

Although his fourth brother's advancement was very difficult and he used a lot of magic potions, he still couldn't complete the transformation of his entire body into a lower-level grandmaster after more than ten years. However, he had accumulated strength over many years, and his strength was definitely stronger than Zhou Leng, who had just been promoted to grandmaster.

Xu Xinheng, the fourth son of the Xu family, smiled and nodded, then strode towards the arena.

Zhou Leng looked towards where the Lou family was and asked, "Isn't it the Lou family?"

The Lou family members snorted coldly, their faces turning ashen.

Xu Xinheng walked to the opposite side of the arena, a hundred meters away, and smiled as he clasped his hands in a fist salute to Zhou Lengyi, saying, "Young brother, we have no past grudges or recent enmities, but we are fighting for our respective masters and have no choice but to fight. It is said to be a life-or-death arena, but rest assured, I will never kill you. We are all fellow human beings, there is no need for us to meet in a life-or-death struggle."

Some people nodded slightly, surprised that such a bad reputation among the sixteen families would have such an easy-going person.

But those who knew Xu Xinheng narrowed their eyes, and some masters secretly sent a telepathic message to Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng cupped his hands and said, "May I ask Senior Xu, were Lin Ziming, Zhang Hang, Liu Yuanyuan, and dozens of other Xiantian cultivators who died at your hands your fellow human beings? If I remember correctly, you always say this kind of thing whenever you encounter an enemy of similar strength."

Everyone suddenly realized that Xu Xinheng was deceiving Zhou Leng, but he had been exposed.

Xu Xinheng remained unfazed, shrugged, and said, "Slander, all slander. I, Xu Xinheng, have always been kind-hearted and lenient."

Zhou Leng nodded and said, "I believe you, because my friends also call me 'Merciful Little Leng Zhou.' It seems that our battle will end peacefully. How about this, I'll hold back 30% and only use 70% of my strength."

Upon hearing this, everyone was both amused and exasperated. Could someone who had slaughtered hundreds of thousands of demons on the great battlefield possibly be merciful?
Xu Xinheng's face lit up with joy, and he said with a smile, "I like people who are kind-hearted, so I'll also use seventy percent of my strength. Please!"

The two talked as they slowly ran.

At first, they each used only 10% of their speed, gradually increasing it. When they were 20 meters apart, neither of them reached the speed of sound that ordinary grandmasters could achieve.

Looking at the two, everyone felt that they had met a worthy opponent and a scoundrel had encountered a talented individual.

At the instant they were twenty meters apart, the two stepped on the ground and accelerated suddenly.

boom!
boom!
Xu Xinheng's speed suddenly broke the sound barrier, reaching 380 meters per second.

For a newly promoted grandmaster, this speed is top-notch.

I used all my strength.

Xu Xinke, the head of the Xu family, smiled as he saw his younger brother's speed. Although his strength was average, his lightness skill was remarkable.

The next moment, his lips suddenly stiffened.

Zhou Leng was faster.

Zhou Leng simply raised his hand casually, his hand as sharp as a knife, and swept past Xu Xinheng.

Before everyone's eyes, a head shot into the sky, and the headless body continued to run forward for over a hundred meters before collapsing to the ground.

"next."

Zhou Leng walked towards the ring with his hands behind his back, as if taking a stroll after a meal.

An old man and a young boy, one in front and one behind, both were instantly defeated.

Zhou Leng did indeed only use 70% of his power and 0% of his Starry Sky True Energy.

(End of this chapter)