Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 668 Waiting for Him
“You are very strange,” Zhou Leng’s martial will emitted a faint light, “your bodies are no longer like those of wild beasts, but your minds are still stuck in the era when you were manipulated by others at will.”

"You know a lot of profound principles, you have a wealth of experience, so please tell me, why can't ordinary people have love and marriage?"

Zhao Nandi was speechless.

Zhou Leng was silent for a moment, then said, "Moreover, I don't have the time or energy to get involved in such a complicated family and life. I just want to focus on my cultivation and finish what I need to do before the Ten Realms War."

Zhao Nandi remained silent for a long time before saying, "It seems that the divine script has had a great influence on you. Some of it is knowledge or information from an advanced civilization?"

"The power of advanced civilization is indeed influencing me."

Zhao Nandi added, "I understand that what you said makes sense, but those martial saints also left behind many bloodlines after they ascended to sainthood, which did not hinder their progress."

"I don't deny their contributions in their youth, nor do I criticize the changes they've undergone in their old age. I even believe they will definitely protect humanity in the Ten Realms War. But, do you think it's possible that, as they grew old, parts of their brains and bodies decayed without them even realizing it?"

"Aren't you... a little too naive?" Zhao Nandi said helplessly.

“I don’t want to either, but…” Zhou Leng pointed to his brain, “When my martial will reaches a certain level, my understanding of myself, the world, and everything else will be irreversible. At least for now, my martial will is propelling me forward, both physically and mentally. It’s also preventing me from decaying. If I resist my martial will…”

"Then my martial arts will also come to an end."

"I want to become a saint, I want to become a god, therefore, I have only one path: keep going, and never look back."

Zhao Nandi asked, "What about when you are conferred sainthood and become a god?"

"That's for the future. Right now, I can only be sure of who I am right now," Zhou Leng said with unusual composure.

After a long silence, Zhao Nandi slowly said, "You look a bit like my grandfather."

“This is the highest praise I’ve ever heard,” Zhou Leng said.

"You are moving towards divinity, but what about your humanity?"

“As long as Xu Qingjin and I hold hands, my humanity will remain,” Zhou Leng said.

"You've grown up." Zhao Nandi sighed softly, her eyes filled with a mixture of relief and reassurance.

"Perhaps it's not that I've grown up, but that I haven't lost that purity."

Zhao Nandi's heart skipped a beat.

"Do you want to help Zhao Sheng preserve his bloodline?"

"what?"

Seeing Zhou Leng's bewildered expression, Zhao Nandi burst into laughter, walked back to the living room, took Liang Baiyin's hand, and led her back to the bedroom.

Zhou Leng sat in the living room for a while, checked the time, sent messages to the two of them, and then went downstairs.

Before long, Zhao Nandi and Liang Baiyin stood in front of the panoramic window of the bedroom, looking down at Zhou Leng walking downstairs.

“I tried my best, but…you know, the stronger a martial artist is, the more obsessive they become. Without this kind of obsession and purity, they cannot ascend to sainthood.”

"It's alright, I'll wait for it to decay."

“You…” Zhao Nandi hugged Liang Baiyin’s shoulder with heartache.

The majestic city, with its solemn and grand south gate, is carpeted in bright red, and stands tall with pale blue pillars.

The World Ancient River School Martial Arts Symposium has officially commenced.

Chen Shouhu and Wang Boxiong, dressed in military uniforms, slowly ascended the steps.

Behind the two were a pack of fierce warriors.

There are grandmasters, innate masters, and a very small number of teenagers at the Qi and Blood Realm.

We walked towards the reception hall.

When people nearby see them, they either make way for them, greet them, or watch from a distance.

After Chen Shouhu and Wang Boxiong were promoted to Grandmaster, they became the undisputed leaders of the young elites of the Dragon Kingdom. The Demon City Army and the Martial Guard Academy followed their lead.

Behind them are geniuses from humble backgrounds, warriors who have accumulated experience and are now ready to unleash their full potential, the grandsons of powerful warlords, and heirs of great clans.

These people, even in Xiongcheng, right under the emperor's nose, are the unshakeable number one force.

The pampered sons of the Wu family, the wealthy and powerful, and the parasites living under their fathers' wings—all of them would forever avoid their sharp edge.

The places these people frequent are places that those spoiled brats who rule the world of extravagance and debauchery would never dare to go.

Playing with chickens and dogs, nightclubs and racing, banquets and yachts—these are all things that nouveau riche do to show off their vanity, and the beastly lives of those incompetent sons. These people never take them seriously.

Fighting monsters in the ocean, slaying demons in the deepest prisons, and slaughtering beasts in the wasteland are the things they compete in.

They carry the legacy of martial arts lineage.

Some senior officials of the Martial Academy felt a sense of emotion as they watched the younger generation step onto the stage.

The spoiled brats are the sewers of Xiongjing, while the person before you is the skyline of this capital city.

"Brother Tiger, where's Zhou Leng? After the meeting, let's book a place and show him the grandeur of our Xiongcheng."

The reception hall was solemn and dignified, but these people were not intimidated at all; they had the brashness of young men, looking around everywhere.

"No need to rush, we'll meet soon," Chen Shouhu said.

"Tsk, the Zhao family is here," someone grumbled.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Grandmaster Zhao Tianji leading a group of martial artists.

Behind them, besides the Zhao family warriors, were numerous forces from the Sixteen Families and other families.

The aged Zhao Tianji looked over.

Chen Shouhu, Wang Boxiong, and some acquaintances nodded slightly.

Zhao Tianji nodded, took a few steps, and then looked back at his team.

The number of grandmasters is very small.

Those born with innate white hair either have white hair like me, or their condition was forcibly induced by elixirs.

He couldn't help but glance at the fierce and ruthless army again.

Their bodies burned like fire.

Looking at the people behind him, they were timid and lacked any spirit.

Some people even looked at Hu Xiong and the others with envy.

Chen Shouhu and Wang Boxiong led their men forward, encountering groups from various powerful factions along the way.

Their footsteps pointed forward, and none yielded, they parted.

The Eagle Alliance, the Gull Alliance, the Bear Kingdom, the Elephant Kingdom, the Desert Kingdoms, the Southeast Asian Kingdoms...

Wherever they went, their spirit seemed to linger, burning the eyes of all nations. Young people from all countries gazed at those majestic figures, their hearts filled with longing.

The Tiger and Bear Brigade walked through the reception hall, along the corridor, and headed towards the highest hall.

As they passed by the Golden Hall, where press conferences were usually held, they heard loud voices, some familiar and some unfamiliar, discussing martial arts.

Most of them spoke with a pure Chinese accent, while some spoke with accents from other countries.

Upon reaching a large, interconnected doorway, Wang Boxiong and Chen Shouhu exchanged a glance, stood at the wide entrance, and gazed towards the golden hall.

Beneath the enormous circular chandelier, a bright red carpet was laid out.

Chairs were arranged in several large circles.

Martial arts masters from various countries gathered together to discuss the way of martial arts.

Some even argued heatedly, walking to the center of the arena, gathering their strength, and engaging in a contest without true qi.

As the argument continued, Li Tianyuan said, "Let's hear what Zhou Leng has to say."

The voices of the martial saints abruptly ceased.

When Zhou Lengjian was called out by Li Tianyuan, he stood up, clasped his hands in greeting to the seniors around him, and then spoke freely about his views.

"There are many types of power generation in boxing, but if you remove the dross and keep the essence, there are only seven..."

"The other areas of exertion are not insufficient, but rather severely limited..."

"What Martial Saint Feng Delai just said is more flexible than fierce. It's enough to deal with the weak, but against the strong, it's extremely easy to show weakness..."

“I know that Martial Saint Feng Delai is not convinced. Why don’t we control our power at the innate level, restrain our outward power, and compare our strengths…”

Chen Shouhu and Wang Boxiong remained silent.

Beside and behind the two, a group of arrogant martial arts eagles and wolves from Xiongjing stared wide-eyed, stretched their necks, and craned their necks to look inside.

They carefully controlled their strength, staying outside the door to avoid accidentally falling inside.

Then, everyone saw that Feng Delai, the Martial Saint of the Ou Alliance, actually stepped onto the stage and engaged in a contest without true qi with Zhou Leng.

Initially, von der Ley gained the upper hand thanks to the martial arts master's extensive experience.

But after fifty moves, Zhou Leng actually forced Feng Delai to retreat step by step.

After pushing him back ten steps, Zhou Leng withdrew his attack.

Von der Leyen sighed softly and silently walked back to his seat.

The Dao Heart cracked.

The Dragon Kingdom Martial Saint tried his best to control himself, but he couldn't suppress the upward curve of his lips.

Several old guys almost shouted, "Who else?"

The Martial Saint lost to the Grandmaster in a contest without true qi.

Zhu Shiji patted Feng Delai on the shoulder and comforted him, "You'll get used to it."

Von der Leyen remained expressionless.

The martial arts masters who had previously held opposing views carefully recalled Zhou Leng's moves and exertion of power, and seemed to be deep in thought.

“I’ll give it a try.” One of the Martial Saints from the Eagle Alliance stepped forward and engaged in a sparring match with Zhou Leng at the Innate Level without True Qi.

After seventy moves, Eagle Alliance Martial Saint Crawford stopped first and asked, "Has your martial will advanced to the Vajra Realm?"

Zhou Leng nodded.

“No wonder…” Eagle Alliance Martial Saint Crawford said nothing more.

Upon hearing this, the crowd at the door was secretly amazed and understood why Zhou Leng did not back down in the face of the Martial Saint.

The first realm of martial arts will is the rock-solid realm, which emphasizes stability.

The second realm, the Vajra Realm, emphasizes steadfastness. One must ensure that one's martial will remains unshaken, and one cannot back down even when facing a Martial Saint.

Going a step further, at the Three Realms of the Ocean Realm, like the level of a few Martial Saints, one begins to encompass everything and no longer cares about many things.

In human history, only Zhao Dongjun has broken through the third realm, the Nahai Realm, and reached the fourth realm, the Gufeng Realm.

It will be the top of the list, and the mountains are small.

Next, martial arts masters from various countries came to Zhou Leng for help.

There are winners and losers.

In free combat, the Martial Saint wins more.

In battles under specific conditions, Zhou Leng wins more often.

As a result, the meeting, which was originally supposed to discuss martial arts, turned into a discussion about Zhou Leng.

“Something’s wrong with your body, something’s very wrong…” Feng Delai said. “When I’m fighting without true qi, touching you causes damage to my body.”

"Hmm?" Some of the martial saints who hadn't made a move or even touched the target all looked at Zhou Leng.

Von der Leyen asked, "Tell me the truth, how many tons of weight could you lift without any internal energy right now?"

The eyes of the group of martial saints were burning.

Outside the door, Tiger and Bear's group also listened intently.

“75 tons,” Zhou Leng said, quoting old data from the Demon Spirit World.

"Pure physical strength?" Von der Leyen asked.

"Purely physical."

"No other power was used?"

"It's no use."

The martial saints remained calm, but their eyes flickered.

The newly promoted Martial Saint's use of true qi would certainly be more destructive than Zhou Leng's, but he could not lift 75 tons.

Wang Boxiong and Chen Shouhu exchanged a glance and silently continued walking towards the highest hall.

The others followed behind, their expressions varied.

As Wang Boxiong walked, he said, "I originally wanted to show him the world in Xiongjing, but now you've seen it for yourselves. He is the world of Xiongjing."

(End of this chapter)