Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 607 Not giving
The sixteen families stared blankly at the human skin rolling in the wind.

When previous masters died, they only thought it was someone else who had died.

But witnessing Huang Wancheng's death firsthand was unbelievable to them.

A mid-level grandmaster, the head of a powerful clan, usually patrolled by police, surrounded by admirers, a frequent news subject, possessing countless assets, and capable of shaking an entire province with a single stomp of his foot.

Now, I'm dying right here in front of you.

Amidst the shared sorrow of the rabbit's death, a sense of unease crept in on them.

They looked at Zhou Leng, who, like most martial artists, had a neat short haircut, wore camouflage clothing, and stood up straight, only a bit stronger and more imposing.

They were reminded of Ma Xingkong from back then, who was just like that.

One man, through his own efforts, reached the ears of the emperor, becoming a tool used by the emperor to weaken local powerful families.

He remained unknown for decades, but when he made a move, he became famous throughout the ten realms. However, his martial arts career was cut off, and he had no future.

I thought that with the Zhao family taking matters into their own hands, the matter was settled.

Unexpectedly, it suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Master of consecutive slaughters.

"next."

Zhou Leng stood on the arena, looking towards the sixteen families.

The fifteen family heads looked at each other and fell silent.

They didn't know Zhou Leng's record in the Tree Man World before, so they didn't care, but after witnessing his battle with Huang Wancheng, they finally understood.

This Zhou Leng, in terms of both strength and aura, has already surpassed the mid-level Grandmaster.

Whoever goes, dies.

Some people looked at Dong Yingxi.

Only sixteen families knew that Dong Yingxi had gone to the Demon Prison and greatly improved her strength.

He could challenge for a higher position at any time, but he suppressed his cultivation level for the sake of the battle for the middle position.

After a brief discussion, the heads of the families finally chose him.

Dong Yingxi nodded and strode towards the ring.

Zhou Leng looked at him. He had an oily forehead, a bulbous nose, droopy eyebrows, and puffy eyes. He was plain-looking, but having been in a high position for a long time, he had an imposing presence, especially his cold and menacing eyes.

Looking at Dong Yingxi, Zhou Leng felt uneasy.

I don't know why, but it felt like there was sticky black blood flowing from the person opposite me, and I instinctively felt disgusted.

As Dong Yingxi approached the arena, bursts of white energy suddenly erupted from her body, swirling into rings and expanding in all directions.

His strength and momentum rose steadily.

After three steps, his momentum broke through the peak of the middle level and went straight to the upper level.

Everyone suddenly realized that he had already completed the three transformations of his body into Qi, and had originally intended to suppress his power to participate in the battle of the intermediate grandmasters.

As he took the fourth step, a faint popping sound emanated from the surrounding air.

The ground within several meters around him exploded repeatedly, breaking grass and sending sand and gravel flying.

A master of the highest level possesses qi and blood that shake the heavens.

From then on, all his outward power would be transmitted to more distant areas without loss.

The grandmaster behind Zhou Leng frowned.

Among the four realms of Grandmaster, a towering dividing line stands between the upper and middle levels.

A master of high rank can casually transmit power ten meters away without loss, and with the force of the punch, the distance is even greater.

Even a mid-level grandmaster would find it difficult to reach ten meters using only his fist techniques.

For an ordinary person, ten meters is the difference between a pistol and bare hands.

Even if Zhou Leng were only at the lower level and had lost his true qi, he might still be unable to deal with a high-level grandmaster.

Grandmaster Dong Yingxi stood on the stage, gently raised her chin, cupped her hands to Zhou Leng, and said: "The grudges between the Sixteen Families and Ma Xingkong and you are hard to explain. However, Ma Xingkong is dead, and we have also lost many Grandmasters. We have suffered a great defeat. You have been framed, and the reputation of the Sixteen Families has also been ruined."

He glanced at everyone, paused, and said, "We are all Grandmasters of the human race, and we should unite against external forces. Even if internal conflicts arise, they should be resolved through appropriate means. You were indeed wronged when you were not yet a Grandmaster, but now that you have become a Grandmaster and joined the ranks of the great clans, we will naturally treat you as a member of a great clan in the future."

He glanced back at the sixteen families, then turned back and said, "Your strength and status have earned the recognition of sixteen families, or even more. We can guarantee that all grudges will be wiped clean. We are even willing to forgo some interests to cooperate with you as a sign of our sincerity. You can choose any of the sixteen families' territories or people you like."

Some members of the Sixteen Families felt resentful but helpless. Firstly, Zhou Leng was indeed too strong, and secondly, Dong Yingxi had been promoted and firmly established as the leader of the Sixteen Families, giving him the power and status to say such things.

Many seasoned individuals, regardless of which side they were on, simply nodded slightly.

A master of the highest rank is a master of the highest rank. Even if they have a certain chance of winning, they will give up the idea of ​​fighting to the death. Even if they suffer losses, they will choose to blend in with the world and avoid the situation from getting worse.

At the same time, this statement also has another layer of meaning.

We, the sixteen families, have already adopted such a humble stance. If you continue to be aggressive, then even if I, a Grandmaster, were to kill you, no one could say anything. Not even your nominal Martial Saint master could retaliate against such a fair fight.

Zhou Leng remarked with admiration, "As expected of a great clan, their words and actions always seem to demonstrate foresight and a moral high ground."

"These are just my heartfelt words," Dong Yingxi said.

“Previously, someone asked Wang Boxiong to pass on a message, asking me what I wanted. From beginning to end, I only wanted one thing: fairness.”

"You have been promoted to Grandmaster and joined a great clan; you have already received justice." Dong Yingxi looked deeply at Zhou Leng.

Upon hearing this, some people expressed their deep agreement, while others felt uneasy.

Zhou Leng remained silent for a moment, then said, "What you say may make sense. Perhaps many years later, I will be like you, waving a high-sounding banner while engaging in despicable acts. But right now, I'm struggling with one thing, and I hope the senior masters and noble families present can enlighten me. If I agree, how can I convince the me who hasn't yet become a grandmaster? How can I convince the me who was framed, slandered, and cursed by countless people? How can I convince the me of my youth? How can I convince the me who believed in 'Dongjun Miscellaneous Writings'? How can I convince the me who swore an oath under the red flag? How can I convince the countless versions of myself in the past, present, and future?"

The entire room fell silent. The sixteen families kept opening their mouths, racking their brains, but no one could answer.

“I can’t convince anyone, so all I want from beginning to end is fairness,” Zhou Leng said slowly.

"Do you know what you're saying?" Dong Yingxi asked.

"I don't know," Zhou Leng said.

"You are rebelling! You are trampling on the unchanging order of the Dragon Kingdom and humanity for thousands of years."

"Is something that remains unchanged for ten thousand years necessarily correct? Before the Qing Dynasty was bullied by all nations, what wasn't something that remained unchanged for ten thousand years? What methods from ten thousand years ago could we use to fight against the great enemy of the Ten Realms?" Zhou Leng said.

"You are cutting yourself off from the Dragon Kingdom! You are cutting yourself off from the world!"

“But I did not isolate myself from the people,” Zhou Leng said.

The expressions of the people present changed slightly, especially those from the sixteen families. Some were inexplicably panicked, while others were filled with murderous intent.

Dong Yingxi squinted and slowly said, "We, the sixteen families, have already given you justice."

Zhou Leng smiled slightly and said, "Don't be naive. Justice is never given; it is earned through life-or-death struggles."

Of the sixteen families, half were panicked, and the other half had fierce glints in their eyes.

Meanwhile, the other martial artists looked at Zhou Leng thoughtfully.

They found it strange that Zhou Leng had previously said he wanted to be fair.

Dong Yingxi's later response was also somewhat strange.

After Zhou Leng finished speaking, everyone suddenly realized what was going on.

Sixteen families were unwilling or unable to provide Zhou Leng with justice.

If they were given the money, those sixteen families would collapse.

Because the foundation upon which the sixteen families have continued is injustice.

A few grandmasters sighed and nodded.

The essence that so many people cannot see through, a child of such a young age can see clearly.

Dong Yingxi asked, "Do you know what you're saying?"

"I don't know, do you?" Zhou Leng retorted.

Dong Yingxi narrowed his eyes, his gaze like that of a venomous snake. After a long while, he flipped his arms, spread his hands, and looked around the room, saying, "As you all see, it's not that our sixteen families refuse to negotiate with him, but that he is determined to destroy our sixteen families."

Zhou Leng followed his example, spreading his hands and scanning the crowd.

“As you all have seen, all I asked for was the justice necessary for survival, and they couldn’t stand it. It seems they are determined not to treat us like human beings and don’t want us to live.”

A gust of wind blew by; it was clearly a spring breeze, yet it was more biting than an autumn wind.

"Then don't blame me, Dong Yingxi, for bullying the weak." As Dong Yingxi spoke, her blood and qi surged, her clothes ripped open and flew to the sides, revealing her strong, muscular body.

One by one, scales of qi and blood emerged from the skin, forming a qi and blood armor.

Take one step at a time, and accelerate step by step.

Before long, the speed exceeded 610 meters per second, surpassing Zhou Leng's top speed.

The power of the overflowing qi and blood shattered the air and reverberated through the sky.

Within a ten-meter radius around him, the air kept exploding, making loud banging noises.

Zhou Leng also attacked, releasing his right hand. The previously gathered "Wildfire Fist" power spread out like sparks, covering an area of ​​several meters around him.

Then, a large fist-shaped gesture took shape in front of him, and with a punch, his body broke through the large fist-shaped gesture.

Autumn is in full swing, crimson hues sweep across the landscape, and the beauty of mountains and rivers converge into a single, unified whole.

Autumn waves over mountains and rivers.

In an instant, the two sides clashed.

Dong Yingxi maintained a ten-meter distance from Zhou Leng by relying on the power of a Grandmaster.

He threw a punch from a distance, unleashing the Righteous Qi Heavenly Seal, and a huge seal condensed on his fist.

In an instant, the force of the fist surged ten meters away, distorting the air more than three meters high, forming a huge jade seal fist, which slammed towards Zhou Leng.

The Righteous Fist and the East Wind Fist collided in mid-air.

boom!
The air was like a lake, boiling and swirling, with white waves surging and shockwaves spreading.

The fist technique of a grandmaster is truly worthy of its name.

If it were a regular mid-level grandmaster's fist technique, Zhou Leng would have easily broken through it long ago.

However, when faced with Dong Yingxi's righteous fighting fist, Zhou Leng's body trembled. Even though Qiu Tao Shan He broke through the opponent's fist, his body was also affected by the explosive force, making it impossible for him to pursue.

A moment later, Zhou Leng struck again, once more with the force of autumn waves and mountains.

One move after another.

No matter which move of Haoqi Battle Fist Dong Yingxi made from a distance, whether it was light or heavy, orthodox or unorthodox, Zhou Leng ignored it all.

They all countered with a single move, "Autumn Waves and Mountains".

The masters present were stunned. They had seen people practice moves on the spot, but they had never seen anyone practice moves in such a life-or-death battle.

However, the experienced masters who had studied Dongfengquan in depth seemed to be deep in thought.

(End of this chapter)