Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 643 Positioning
An Eagle Alliance Grandmaster angrily exclaimed, "He's dividing up the biscuits! He wants to devour both of us!"

Su Fenghe pointed in the direction Zhou Leng had left and spoke loudly to the spirit of the dead in various languages, indicating that the person was making the two sides kill each other and that they should stop.

However, the spirits of the dead cannot understand.

They could only understand the language of the dead and some of the divine script.

The spirits hesitated for a moment, then whispered and discussed among themselves.

The losses this time were too great. If we don't kill some more alien races, we may be punished when we go back, or even killed by a demigod.

Left with no other choice, they continued their charge.

Zhou Leng appears from time to time, in the form of a dragon carp, working with the spirit of the dead to kill demons or worship the master of the demonic sect.

Although sometimes the power is too strong to distort illusions and reveal part of the true form, the Divine Death Armor was not seen.

Su Fenghe and the others were furious and cursed loudly, constantly guessing the identity of this person with the remaining people.

"It's either Chen Shouhu or Wang Boxiong; both of them have very strong Dongfeng Fist techniques!" someone said.

"Unlikely, they've already advanced to Grandmaster level."

"Perhaps there is a way to force our way in, even at the cost of our own cultivation, to sacrifice ourselves and obstruct us."

"possible."

"Could it be Zhou Leng?" a Grandmaster from the Eagle Alliance asked.

"It's unlikely. He's only been a Grandmaster for a short time. It's impossible for him to advance to a higher level and reach the level of 'penetrating the void' so quickly."

People discussed it amongst themselves, but most thought it was a master of the Huang-Meng school, such as Chen Shouhu, Wang Boxiong, or Tong Tianxia.

Of them, only Su Fenghe participated in the Grandmaster Life and Death Arena and witnessed Zhou Leng slaughtering sixteen Grandmasters.

At first, Su Fenghe did not suspect Zhou Leng.

But as one person after another was ruled out, he became increasingly suspicious that the other person was Zhou Leng.

Because that courage to charge into the ranks of the undead alone, that lawless aura, was so similar to the scene that day.

The fist technique was very similar to the understanding of the East Wind Fist.

Whether it's becoming a grandmaster or possessing power that penetrates the void, both can be explained by fortuitous encounters.

Zhou Leng alternated between playing the human and the dragon-carp, killing back and forth.

When Zhou Leng had only thirty-odd spirits left, he completely stopped pretending and maintained his identity as a dragon carp, using the East Wind Fist to hunt down the Demon Worship Cult and demon masters.

The remaining undead knew perfectly well that this was a fake undead, but a real human, yet they dared not make a move.

Because their morale was already on the verge of collapse.

Today, too many gods and spirits have died.

As their comrades fell one by one, some of the Ten Realms Grandmasters began to break down psychologically and turn to flee.

They will either be hunted down by Zhou Leng or by other undead gods.

Suddenly, a grandmaster demon sorcerer cast a powerful illusion-breaking spell using potent materials.

A strange wind blew by, dispersing the power of the transforming ring.

Zhou Leng's appearance was exposed to both sides.

"Zhou Leng! It really is you!" Su Fenghe's eyes were bloodshot with rage. The five remaining Demon Grandmasters behind him were not angry, but only bewildered.

The remaining spirits continued to attack Su Fenghe and his group from both sides with Zhou Leng.

Some of the undead were staring intently at Zhou Leng, determined to remember his face so they could stay far away from him in the future.

Zhou Leng remained calm as he looked at the undead gods and spoke in divine script: "I am the messenger of the great Star of Desperate Death. I give you a choice: join forces with me to kill them, and I will let you go. Or, die with them."

When the spirits heard the other party mention the Star of Despair, they were half-believing and half-doubting, but they had no choice but to agree and loudly praise it, forcing out strange smiles.

“Okay, let’s continue. This person, I’ll leave him to…” Zhou Leng pointed to Su Fenghe.

Soon, the undead surrounded the remaining five grandmasters.

Zhou Leng and Su Fenghe stood several tens of meters apart.

"I don't understand why a renowned Grandmaster would choose to join the Demon Worship Cult. When I was a child, I learned... your Wave Palm technique."

Zhou Leng sighed softly, as if something had disappeared.

Do you know why I was injured and unable to advance to the Grandmaster level?

"I don't know."

"I was ordered to go to the old capital, the Demon City, to rescue the grandson of a powerful figure. He was unharmed, but my dantian was damaged. I used all my strength to advance to a higher level, but I will never be able to become a Grandmaster. Do you know what that powerful figure compensated me with? A lot of honors, being in the newspapers, on TV, and being publicized all over the internet. From then on, I suddenly understood a lot."

Zhou remained silent.

Su Fenghe remained calm, without a trace of hatred or anger, and simply said, "Others may not understand, but I believe you do, because you have contributed more than me, your achievements are greater than mine, and your honors are far, far greater than mine..."

"I don't know if you've seen those news reports, about the most outstanding and dedicated skilled workers who create unimaginable wealth for their companies, only to receive a few thousand yuan in bonuses or not even be able to afford a house. They end up old, riddled with illness and injury, receiving immense honors and making the news, but they're never given power, money, or even medicine..."

"This isn't the scariest thing, not at all. Do you know what's truly terrifying? Those high and mighty people are moved, feeling that such deeds should be widely publicized. Deep down, they believe we don't deserve those things, that we only deserve to smell meat and eat shit like pigs and dogs..."

"You ask me why I joined the Demon Worship Cult? Because the Demon Worship Cult gives me meat to eat. We're all just dogs, dogs that are well-fed, is that wrong? I'm doing very well now, a hundred times better than before, a thousand times better..."

"By the way, my mother passed away the day I saved that young master, and I was unable to see her one last time."

Throughout the entire process, Su Fenghe remained calm.

Zhou Leng remained silent for a long time before asking, "What about us? What about us who were harmed by the Demon Worshiping Sect?" Su Fenghe smiled and said, "It's as if only the Demon Worshiping Sect is harming you. There are far too many people who have harmed us."

Zhou Leng sighed and said, "Yes, I've gradually come to realize this problem as well."

"What are you going to do?"

Zhou Leng didn't want to answer, but recalling how he had repeatedly practiced his Wave Palm technique, and looking at the land that was about to bury him, he told him frankly.

"Initially, I hoped to find a mutually acceptable way to stop them from harming us. But I found that they not only gave up on communication, but also refused to cooperate in any way, determined to maintain the status quo. I thought about it for a long time, but I still couldn't figure it out. Finally, looking back at history, a somewhat immature idea popped into my head: Could killing all those who harmed us be the only solution?"

"If you can do it, I'll be your successor!" Su Fenghe gave a thumbs up.

"One at a time," Zhou Leng said, stepping forward at an increasingly faster pace until his body became a blur.

Su Fenghe stepped forward and used the Righteous Qi Battle Fist.

Su Fenghe had fought all the way, and both his body and spirit were exhausted.

In contrast, Zhou Leng was full of energy and vitality.

However, Zhou Leng did not use the East Wind Fist, but instead used the Overlapping Wave Palm.

With each palm strike, the air condensed into massive waves, layer upon layer of palm strikes pressing down on Su Fenghe.

Rumble…

The air formed bright blue waves, like towering walls crashing forward.

"Excellent! Excellent palm technique! You have surpassed me!" Su Fenghe's eyes shone brightly as he nodded repeatedly in praise.

Zhou Leng used each move one by one until he finished three sets of the Overlapping Wave Palm, then stopped and threw a punch.

East Wind Fist, Autumn Waves Over Mountains and Rivers.

Red mountains cover the hills, golden fields stretch across the land, a magnificent landscape gathered in one arm.

Upon seeing this move, Su Fenghe was not frightened at all; instead, his eyes shone with a strange light.

There are regrets, longings, remorse, and a sense of relief, as if everything has been accepted.

He activated the "Emperor and Minister as One" technique of the Righteous Qi Battle Fist, condensing it into a large painting of the imperial palace's dragon throne, and threw a punch to meet the attack.

An old man and a young man, two eras colliding.

With a deafening roar, Su Fenghe was sent flying backward, the blood he spat out leaving a crimson trail in the sky.

Zhou Leng walked to Su Fenghe's side and looked down at him.

His body was cracked open, and blood gushed from the wounds.

"Kill more." Su Fenghe said, then closed his eyes.

Zhou Leng glanced at Su Fenghe, then turned and attacked the remaining demons.

The moment Zhou Leng took a step, Shen Wangling turned tail and ran.

"We've kept our promise, don't kill us..." One by one, they were terrified.

Zhou Leng killed the last three-headed demon and cleaned up the battlefield.

The grandmasters all use AI, which cannot be opened. They can only be stored away and handed over to the Ice and Snow Cult later so that they can decipher and extract the information inside.

Holding the magic bag, they quickly sorted through the items, searching for clues to find out the monsters' purpose in coming here.

Soon, they discovered a demonic artifact they had never seen before, and everyone possessed it.

Take them all out, place them in front of you, line them up in a row, and open them all.

The pointer on the demon weapon rotates and points in one direction.

"They hold all of the positioning-related assets, which is unprecedented, and..."

Zhou Leng simply broke open a demon artifact and examined it closely. The level of detail inside far exceeded that of a normal demon artifact, and he could sense a faint, peculiar power that he couldn't quite put his finger on.

"If nothing unexpected happens, the direction it points to is their purpose for coming here. However, we don't know exactly what it is. The distance is too far, and going back and forth would take too much time. We can only activate the Ancient Call first to hunt down the undead gods, and go there when we have the chance."

Zhou Leng put away all the locator devices and ran towards the giant's altar.

He kept sorting through the spoils in his magic bag along the way.

The Grandmaster's spoils of war.

An unimaginable harvest, a dazzling array.

The medicines of the Grandmaster level were densely packed together, and there were dozens of Dragon Tiger Pills here, which were previously sought after but could not be obtained.

Legendary weapons or demonic artifacts of orcs and demons are numerous, but most have exhausted their power and need to be replenished slowly.

There are a great variety of treasures, luxury goods and collectibles.

In Su Fenghe's magic bag, there is an area filled with many daily necessities, the most numerous of which are photos of him and his family, including several photos of him and his mother.

The edges of some picture frames were polished very smooth.

There were many old-fashioned, hand-knitted sweaters, trousers, and other items on the side.

Suddenly, three alien giants emerged from the mist. They were thin, dark, and tall, and without saying a word, they charged straight at us.

Zhou Leng frowned, too lazy to talk or communicate, and moved closer, using the East Wind Fist to hone his fist technique with these alien giants while studying their power.

Alien giants are far more agile, faster, and more focused on combat techniques than the giants of the Ten Realms. Although they are not as sophisticated as martial arts, each has its own merits.

(End of this chapter)