Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 606 Let Six
The masters exchanged glances.

Such a strong will to fight.

Huang Mingtang's outer layer of qi and blood is very strong, and ordinary true qi power can never penetrate it, but his martial will and fist techniques are different.

Zhou Leng used two more moves, Split Sea Dragon Shadow, which Huang Mingtang barely managed to block. Each time, Zhou Leng's fist force pierced through his defenses, leaving red marks on his skin.

His eyes gleamed.

Others couldn't tell and thought it was just a superficial injury, but he secretly groaned in pain.

Those red marks contain an extremely terrifying sealing power, like ice, sealing off the small area of ​​skin, flesh, meridians, and blood vessels at the site of the injury, causing obstruction of the flow of qi and blood.

He tried to attack with his qi and blood and martial will, but all attempts failed.

Zhou Leng thought to himself that giving up six punches was already fair enough for the Dragon Ascension Pill.

Using the "Wildfire Spreads Across the Plains" technique is a bit too much of a bully for lower-ranking masters, so let's use a less familiar move instead.

Zhou Leng suddenly straightened up, his feet like tree roots, coiled on the ground.

An aura rose from the earth, as if absorbing endless power from the earth, and then an invisible force surged upwards from the body.

The seventh move of the East Wind Fist is "Connecting Heaven and Earth".

Then, the air within a three-meter radius of Zhou Leng's feet changed, forming three different colored rings nested together.

The innermost ring is a black earthen ring, the outermost ring is covered with green plants, and the outermost ring is a golden ring that resembles a ripe wheat or rice field.

The three-colored rings surged like waves, and the land beneath them also seemed to ripple slowly like waves.

The three-colored rings continuously change color from the inside out, alternating in the order of black, green, and yellow.

The power of the earth's transformation traveled along Zhou Leng's body and straight up to the top of his head.

The air above our heads condensed into a small patch of blue sky, more than a meter in diameter.

In an instant, Zhou Leng seemed like a giant standing between the earth and the sky, his aura suddenly intensifying.

The move "Connecting Heaven and Earth" is not an attack move, but a power-building move.

This move is extremely difficult; even a master would need to reach the upper level to use it.

But Zhou Leng fought against millions of demons and naturally comprehended this fist technique.

Then, Zhou Leng took a step forward and unleashed the fifth move of the East Wind Fist, Autumn Waves and Mountains.

The moment Zhou Leng threw a punch, Huang Mingtang, as before, took the initiative to attack while secretly switching from offense to defense.

His emanating true energy was turbulent and unstable, his martial will was faltering, and his true energy was difficult to condense.

Grandmaster Zhao Tianji and the others frowned, sensing that something was amiss.

Just as the two were about ten meters apart, a large painting appeared in front of Zhou Leng.

The mountains were ablaze with red maple leaves, and the earth was a deep, golden hue, like an autumn harvest spread out between the two of them.

"Watch out!" Just as Zhao Tianji was about to rush forward, a powerful martial will suddenly appeared and locked onto his mind.

Zhao Tianji stopped and looked warily at Song Juesi not far away.

Willpower Lock is the power of a high-level Grandmaster. It not only allows for more precise capture of every detail of the enemy, but the enemy being locked will also sense it, which is a declaration of war.

Zhao Tianji has been a Grandmaster for many years and is not afraid of Song Juesi. However, if he goes to rescue Huang Mingtang and Song Juesi misunderstands him as disrupting the life-or-death battle or even harming Zhou Leng, then Song Juesi will take drastic action. Not only will he be in the wrong, but he may also be seriously injured due to being distracted.

Just as Zhao Tianji hesitated, Zhou Leng broke free of the painting.

With black, green, and yellow halos beneath his feet and the Autumn Waves Mountain and River painting wrapped around his right arm, he blasted towards Huang Mingtang with all his might.

In an instant, Huang Mingtang's palm strike and the wall of true energy collapsed simultaneously.

Huang Mingtang felt an unimaginable, terrifying force rushing towards him, and instantly recalled the will contained within Qiu Tao Shan He.

As the cold autumn arrives, crimson hues spread across the land, shattering the old mountains and rivers.

He seemed to see his family and himself being swept away by an invincible torrent and crushed into the dust of history.

"run!"

Huang Mingtang abruptly stopped his attack and tried to escape.

Before the East Wind's fist, beneath the autumn waves, no one can escape.

Zhou Leng's body instantly broke through 600 meters per second, and his powerful punch shattered Huang Mingtang's entire body's qi and blood outer layer.

An iron fist landed on Huang Mingtang.

boom!
A white shockwave exploded in Huang Mingtang's chest and abdomen.

Clothes were torn to shreds, flesh was ripped open like a net, chests and abdomens sank heavily, spines bent backward, backs bulged with large lumps, and the body flew backward.

"Mingtang!" Huang Wancheng, the head of the Huang family, shouted and rushed forward.

The grandmasters behind Zhou Leng stepped forward in unison, ready to go.

Seeing the enemy's formation, the sixteen families stood silently in place.

Zhao Tianji sighed softly. Zhou Leng's speed was too fast and his punches were too powerful. He was locked in by the will and was a step too slow to turn the tide.

Huang Wancheng knelt down on the ground, hugged Huang Mingtang, and continuously channeled his inner energy into him.

"Mingtang! Mingtang!"

Huang Mingtang's body was shattered, his meridians and blood vessels were severed, and fresh blood was gushing from his mouth.

He looked at his brother, moved his lips as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he slowly closed his eyes.

"Mingtang!"

Even though Huang Wancheng knew he couldn't save his brother, he still frantically channeled his inner energy into him.

He turned his head and looked at Zhou Leng, roaring, "You've already taken the Dragon Ascension Pill, why did you still kill someone?"

Zhou Leng said, "I've already let him have six punches, how much more do you want? Don't push your luck!"

Some of the people were stunned, while others felt a chill run down their spines.

Zhou Leng's power seemed to be far greater than expected. The sixteen families were immediately in a bind; they realized that Zhou Leng wasn't one of their own and didn't follow their rules at all.

All their deals, compromises, and subtexts were completely incomprehensible to the other party.

Back then, Ma Xingkong was the same. He didn't follow the rules of their circle, but only acted according to justice. As a result, he offended a large number of forces, had no one to protect him, and met a tragic end.

"Next match, I'll take it!"

Huang Wancheng took away Huang Mingtang's corpse, slowly unbuttoned his clothes, and his blood and qi circulated slowly, causing his body to gradually swell.

Beneath his bronze skin, muscles were clearly defined, with dark blue veins and tendons slowly undulating.

Powerful qi and blood intertwine, condense, and gather on the skin's surface, forming translucent fish scales.

Dense fish-scale armor emerged from the skin, forming a suit of armor covering the entire body.

Mid-level Grandmaster, Qi and Blood Armor.

"Please," Zhou Leng said.

Without saying a word, Huang Wancheng charged at Zhou Leng.

When Zhou Leng fought against a mid-level martial arts grandmaster for the first time, he did not attack with all his might, but instead used a combination of offense and defense, while simultaneously sensing the fighting style and power of the mid-level martial arts grandmaster.

When Huang Wancheng made his move, it was also a fist technique that emphasized momentum and was a very popular master fist technique called "Haoqi Battle Fist".

It was a fist technique created by several martial saints who wanted to draw on the righteous energy of ancient history, but unfortunately a problem occurred in the middle, causing the fist technique to change.

Although the Haoqi Battle Fist is very powerful, it lacks the true aura of invincibility.

Compared to Dongfeng Fist, which destroys everything, Haoqi Fist is more conservative, pursuing a balance between offense and defense, but this also results in insufficient offense and insufficient defense.

However, its advantage lies in its ease of learning and its sufficiency, which is why it was widely circulated among masters.

Huang Wancheng was a veteran mid-level grandmaster, his entire body covered in a blood and qi armor, fearless of Zhou Leng's power. When he made a move, he unleashed a continuous barrage of righteous qi battle fists.

With one punch, the force of the blow spread three meters.

The two figures rose and fell, moving forward and backward, shifting left and right, with fist shadows filling the air between them. Their fists collided, generating white shockwaves that filled the sky, while various deformed fist techniques were mixed in.

The beginners watched with great interest, while the grandmasters studied quietly and discussed quickly.

"Huang Wancheng has become the head of the family, but his kung fu has not declined at all. The strength of this set of Haoqi Battle Fist far exceeds that of ordinary mid-level grandmasters. Probably only a few martial arts peers of the same generation of the Extreme Emperor Fist can reliably defeat him."

"This Zhou Leng is very strange. He clearly has no true qi, but his strength is terrifying, like that of a giant. His martial will is also very strong. He should have entered the second realm, the Vajra Realm."

"What's even stranger is that Zhou Leng's combat awareness is even higher than Huang Wancheng's."

"You've noticed it too? Zhou Leng's combat awareness and techniques are clearly immature, but despite their immaturity, they are all... extremely accurate. To put it another way, Huang Wancheng is like a powerful, mature wolf king in every aspect, while Zhou Leng is like a young tiger. Although he is young, a tiger is a tiger, not something that can be compared to a wolf."

"Zhou Leng has a renowned mentor behind him. But his approach seems to be different from Zhu Shiji's."

"Furthermore, his moves bear strong traces of the dragon race, yet they are perfectly integrated."

"Over a hundred moves have passed. Huang Wancheng's fist technique has accumulated stronger momentum, while Zhou Leng has focused more on defense than offense, violating a major taboo of the East Wind Fist. However... his Wildfire Fist seems a bit too powerful, not weaker than me, a high-level grandmaster..."

"Two hundred moves..."

"Five hundred moves..."

Amidst the murmurs of the crowd, the two rapidly increased the variety of their offensive moves in a very short period of time.

As grandmasters, the two could exchange at least a dozen moves per second.

Even after a thousand moves, the fight only lasts for a minute.

Just as the thousandth move was about to arrive, Zhou Leng's fist technique and aura suddenly changed.

Then, step by step, he performed the Dongfeng Fist from the first move to the eighth move, repeating the cycle ten times.

The fist rises from the green mountains, draws in all directions, divides the sea and the dragon's shadow, shakes the dark western mountains, autumn waves surge across the mountains and rivers, dragons and tigers converge, connecting heaven and earth, and wind and fire spread across the plains.

After ten cycles, Zhou Leng's momentum increased once again.

The scattered sparks of fire all around him spread out in all directions, spreading like wildfire and covering a diameter of several meters.

The masters present were shocked. Something was wrong. How many battles had Zhou Leng gone through to achieve such a raging momentum after a thousand moves?
"Be careful!" Zhao Tianji hurriedly reminded Huang Wancheng.

There's a saying in the martial arts world: "Once a prairie fire starts, all evil will retreat."

If Huang Wancheng's martial will weakens even slightly, this battle will...

As everyone watched, Zhou Leng used Autumn Waves and Rivers once again, each move more powerful than the last, the resulting fist technique resembling a sky full of colorful light, covering Zhou Leng's entire body.

Neither dodging nor avoiding, their fists collided.

boom! boom! boom……

Zhou Leng stepped forward, while Huang Wancheng stepped back.

As Huang Wancheng retreated to the fifth step, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

When he retreated to the tenth step, Huang Wancheng's skin was cracked all over his body.

After retreating to the eighteenth step, Huang Wancheng suddenly stopped, lowered his head, let his arms hang limply, and swayed slightly.

Zhou Leng reached out with his right hand and grabbed at the air. His brocade-colored body, adorned with starlight and fire, was held in his hand like a stream of light, slowly rotating around his right fist.

With unwavering will, his fists never cease their force.

"Master!" the Huang family members shouted in unison.

A few seconds later, Huang Wancheng slowly raised his head and looked at Zhou Leng, blood slowly flowing from his mouth.

"If I had known this would happen, I should have killed you ten years ago."

After Huang Wancheng finished speaking, suddenly, all his bones shattered, his flesh turned to mud, and his body collapsed to the ground like a piece of soft skin.

Blood and flesh gushed out along the cracks.

When the wind blew, the torn human skin rolled forward on the ground.

(End of this chapter)