Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 685 Tree Battle
Zhou Leng ran along the tree trunk, leaped up, and the top of the mother tree came into view.

Under the impact of the power of the illusory god, the enormous canopy of the mother tree blossomed like flowers.

The uneven crown of the mother tree was blasted into a concave basin, four or five kilometers in diameter.

In the scorched center of the basin, the mother insect's shattered corpse lay scattered.

Its body slowly melted, oozing out streams of black viscous liquid that seeped into the mother tree.

The one-armed Tianhuo leaned against the mother insect, slumped on the ground, his body covered in wounds, with almost no intact skin.

Within the wound, specks of green poisonous light shimmered.

Even a god's clone cannot heal its wounds.

Tianhuoshi raised his head and looked at Zhou Leng in front of him.

Zhou Leng did not rush forward rashly, but strolled forward while observing the surrounding environment.

"Your Majesty, I am overjoyed to see you again after several days apart," Zhou Leng said as he approached.

"Your body and martial arts techniques... are interesting."

The Heavenly Calamity Man's eyes were bright, his voice was full of energy, and his giant face was remarkably calm.

He could tell at a glance that Zhou Leng's physical body far exceeded the limits of a primary civilization.

They have reached the level of geniuses in some advanced civilizations.

“The scenery here is nice, no wonder you’re sitting here and not leaving.” Zhou Leng continued walking forward.

"What did the mother tree say to you before it fell?"

Zhou Leng said, "Let's make a deal. You take back the power from Zhang Xinglie, and I'll let you go. How about it?"

The Heavenly Calamity Envoy calmly said, "Gods do not trade with mortals."

"Then think of another way. You're a god, you must have a way," Zhou Leng said as he walked.

"There aren't many mortals as bold as you."

“I’ve heard that gods like you who smuggle themselves into the country will be under scrutiny from above,” Zhou Leng said, pointing to the sky.

The calamity envoy didn't care and didn't even answer.

A world globe appeared in Zhou Leng's hand.

"What would happen if I sent you a message through the World Mirror?" Zhou Leng asked.

The Heavenly Calamity Envoy remained calm and said, "Let alone whether you can use all the functions of the World Globe, even if you could, it would be several years before the news gets out."

"You seem to have forgotten that the Arbiters of Civilization once descended upon Earth. We have a way to contact them."

"Oh, then go and contact them."

The Heavenly Calamity Man propped himself up with his left arm, leaning against the corpse of the mother insect, and slowly stood up.

"Why bother? It's already like this."

Zhou Leng stood three hundred meters away.

"God is not coerced."

The calamity caused him to gently push the corpse of the mother insect with his left arm and straighten his body.

Zhou Leng sighed and said, "As expected of a god. By the way, why don't you use your divine arts? For example, before a god, there are no enemies."

Zhou Leng spoke casually, but his eyes were fixed on the eyes of the Heavenly Calamity Envoy, his whole body tense, and the Great Sun Divine Art was slowly circulating in his abdomen.

The calamity struck with its left arm, piercing through the insect's shell and inserting itself into the mother insect's corpse, as if to absorb its power.

In the next instant, Zhou Leng stepped onto the treetop, his body surging forward, accelerating wildly.

Seven times the speed of sound, eight times the speed of sound, and infinitely close to nine times the speed of sound.

Three hundred meters is a distance that can be covered in the blink of an eye.

Between the two, a large painting stretches out, depicting mountains and rivers, with a red road as its outline.

Zhou Leng threw a punch, shattering everything in an instant.

This punch seemed to have traveled thousands of miles before striking in an instant.

A pale red, phantom-like giant fist, twenty meters in front of Zhou Leng, slammed straight into the face of the Heavenly Calamity Envoy.

The Heavenly Calamity Man pulled his left arm out of the mother insect's body, grabbed a piece of the insect's shell, held it up with his left hand, and used it to shield himself.

boom!
He swayed, most of his punching power dissipated by the insect shell.

Then, Zhou Leng threw punches with both arms.

The sixteenth move of the East Wind Fist: Advance Amidst Wind and Rain.

The sky was filled with countless fist shadows, like a torrential downpour, falling upon the Heavenly Calamity.

The peculiar fist techniques intertwined, creating a great river between the two.

Through countless trials and tribulations, we crossed the river to fight.

The calamity wielded the calamity's left hand, which transformed into afterimages, using its insect shell to catch each and every punch.

One does not fall.

A dense array of shockwaves spread across the sky.

"Your East Wind Fist is not bad. How do you cultivate with Starry Sky True Energy? How do you always have a constant supply of Starry Sky True Energy?"

The calamity envoy was actually chatting while fighting off the enemy.

Zhou Leng's mental image splitting has exceeded one hundred, giving him a hundred moves to choose from when encountering ordinary enemies.

But faced with divine calamity, one's mind is divided, and one is forced to choose one out of six.

Numerous techniques were completely countered by the power of the Heavenly Calamity Envoy.

Before even making a move, the initiative has been lost.

Zhou Leng was on the offensive, while Tian Huoshi was on the defensive. At first glance, it seemed that the offensive side had the upper hand.

However, despite Zhou Leng's best efforts, he was easily stopped by the Heavenly Calamity Envoy.

Even more so, the Heavenly Calamity Envoy did not use any combat techniques, only the most ordinary basic skills.

And it only takes one move.

block.

Zhou Leng took a deep breath, changed his fist stance midway, used "Accumulating Strength Over Time" to build up power, and used "Wildfire Spreading" to build up fist momentum.

He then tried to use the "I am granted the mandate of heaven" fist stance, but the Heavenly Calamity Envoy only glanced at it, and the "I am granted the mandate of heaven" fist stance was broken and could not be used again.

God is destiny.

Zhou Leng was unconvinced and used the Heavenly Mandate Fist technique I bestowed upon him many times, but each time he used it, it was broken.

The Heavenly Calamity said, "Your understanding of martial will is too superficial. You haven't even learned the basics of the content of the Slaughtering Monument."

Zhou Leng couldn't bring himself to speak.

Because the Heavenly Calamity Messenger simply watched silently, it created an immense oppressive force, like a dark, towering mountain standing before him.

An immense fear forms within one's martial will and fighting spirit, as if a voice is saying that as long as one speaks, or is even slightly distracted, one will perish.

There is no reason, no cause, but defeat is inevitable. The presence of his avatars is like the personal presence of a god.

At this moment, Zhou Leng finally understood why so many demigods respected the Heavenly Calamity Envoy so much.

The power of God is too great.

The Heavenly Calamity Envoy seemed to sense Zhou Leng's emotions, smiled slightly, and continued talking to himself.

"How is Zhang Xinglie doing now?"

Zhou Leng did not answer.

"After a few days, when the barrier between the two worlds weakens to a certain extent, I'll go see him. Now that I think about it, I was too kind. Next time, I'll cut off his other arms and legs and turn him into a human stick. When you meet again then, your expressions will be quite interesting."

A flame burned in Zhou Leng's eyes.

The power accumulated within the body slowly spreads, propelling the body to gradually expand.

His body slowly swelled up a size.

While using his insect shell to parry, the Heavenly Calamity Envoy commented, "Interesting, just as interesting as Zhang Xinglie. Let me see, hmm? He actually gave it to you. The power of the Ancient God's Eye? That's also my goal. An indestructible celestial body? Good luck. The Star Phoenix Reversal Technique? Even in advanced civilizations, it's considered a decent technique..."

Unbeknownst to them, divine calamity caused them to change their language to divine pronouncements.

He analyzed Zhou Leng's power point by point, and could almost see through all of Zhou Leng's power.

For some reason, every time he mentioned a power, Zhou Leng had a feeling that the power was slowly weakening or even dissipating.

I don't know if it's just my imagination or if it's actually weakened.

An enemy of God, rejected by heaven and earth.

Layers of fear and pressure settled on Zhou Leng's heart, suppressing his martial will.

After the calamity was finished commenting that day, Zhou Leng felt a tightness in his chest and general discomfort.

The once crystal-clear martial arts will is now shrouded in shadow.

This incredible pressure caused Zhou Leng's mind to waver slightly.

Too powerful, too miraculous.

It is a power that should not exist in the mortal realm.

Even a illusory god possesses only visible and knowable power, but the power of a calamity maker is invisible and unknowable.

Even Zhou Leng couldn't determine whether this power existed.

Invisible, unknowable, and imperceptible.

Zhou Leng attacked with all his might, but all his efforts were in vain.

The Heavenly Calamity Envoy seemed to be able to see a brief future, and no matter what attack he faced, he would block it in advance with his insect shell.

That's the mother insect's shell.

Even a demigod might not be able to take a hit for a year.

As the battle continued, Zhou Leng seemed to sink deeper into a quagmire.

This applies to both physical sensations and mental sensations.

Underground, it felt as if countless demonic hands were dragging me along.

The messenger of heaven said, "Can you feel it? Gods and mortals are forever separated by an insurmountable chasm."

Zhou Leng remained silent, gritting his teeth as he continued to use the East Wind Fist.

Accumulate, accumulate, and accumulate again.

The pressure from the divine power forced Zhou Leng to rack his brains and think constantly.

Conscious thinking, subconscious thinking—every cell in the body is mobilizing its power.

In just a few dozen seconds, a thousand moves are over.

Zhou Leng suddenly felt a blackout.

A dark, reddish-black mountain inexplicably appeared in his world of will.

On the dark, black mountain, a deity sits cross-legged with his eyes closed.

I don't know what it's like.

What kind of power it is, I don't know.

Everything is unknown; even the true nature of the Black Mountain and the deities is uncertain.

The next moment, Zhou Leng remembered a name.

The summit of the aurora borealis.

Translated into divine language.

The dim, clear light will forever fall upon the summit of Mount Hu.

The moment the name of the divine script appeared in his mind, Tianhuo's eyes widened slightly.

"How do you know my name?"

The towering black mountain emitted a terrifying divine power, and Zhou Leng's vision went black as he stumbled backward.

The calamity-bringer threw down its insect shell, took a step, and launched a counterattack.

He seemed to have no special moves or techniques, simply throwing out his left fist in an unremarkable manner.

Light and airy, like a falling leaf.

The moment the left fist landed on Zhou Leng's chest, the air condensed into a ring-shaped asteroid belt, slowly rotating around the fist.

boom!
The fist of the Heavenly Calamity Envoy, combined with the punching force of the asteroid belt, landed solidly on Zhou Leng's chest.

Zhou Leng's chest collapsed, and he coughed up blood and flew backwards for hundreds of meters.

Zhou Leng's body at this moment is almost the weakest of the newly promoted demigods.

But it shattered with a single punch.

The Heavenly Calamity Envoy watched Zhou Leng fly backwards, raised his foot to chase after him, but his body swayed, he put down his strength, and slowly walked forward.

“Mortals, you only realize your blasphemy when divine punishment comes.”

"So, I don't understand, how did you have the guts... um?"

For the first time, a strange look appeared on the face of the calamity envoy.

Having lived here for several years, I have encountered countless people and countless events, but for the first time, I felt a sense of surprise.

Zhou Leng, stand up.

The sunken chest has been flattened.

His clothes were torn to shreds, revealing a patch of bluish-purple skin that was fading at a visible rate.

His punch was not an ordinary grandmaster's fist technique, but rather a punch using the power of a illusory god.

He believed that even if a newly promoted demigod or a lower-level demigod were hit by his punch, they would be seriously injured and might never fully recover.

(End of this chapter)