Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 696 The Sewage River
"No one cares?"

"Someone will take care of this soon."

No sooner had Wan Gu finished speaking than a shout came from not far away: "Don't fight in the city! Get out of here!"

The sounds of battle gradually faded as they left the city, but the fighting continued.

"Hmm?" Zhou Leng looked at Wan Gu.

"This is how the people of Xiangguo manage things. As long as the Grandmasters don't fight in the core area, there's no problem."

Zhou Leng pulled up a map and looked at it, saying, "Judging from the direction of the sound, the two grandmasters haven't completely left the city yet; they should be in the slums."

"Correct."

"and then?"

“Now, it’s time for the next step,” Wan Gu said.

“That was a battle between grandmasters,” Zhou Leng said.

“Yes, the grandmasters of the Elephant Kingdom often fight in the slums.” Wan Gu said calmly.

Zhou Leng didn't speak, but instead estimated the extent of damage a Grandmaster would cause fighting in the slums.

A battle between grandmasters can easily destroy skyscrapers.

Fighting in the slums was essentially equivalent to being bombarded continuously by a 155mm cannon.

Upon arriving at the hotel, Wan Gu left, and Zhou Leng went upstairs.

Standing on high ground, looking towards the place where the grandmasters fought.

In the darkness, large swathes of low-rise houses in the slums collapsed; there were at least eight thousand, if not ten thousand.

In the firelight, people rushed about—some to put out the fire, some to rescue people, some crying out, some looting…

In this battle, the death toll will be no less than one thousand, the number of seriously wounded will be no less than three thousand, and the number of lightly wounded will be tens of thousands.

In a city like Rucheng, this loss would be equivalent to a medium-to-large-scale demonic raid.

In the last ten years, there have been no more than five demon raids that have resulted in more than a thousand deaths in the city.

But Wan Gu said that in Wuxin Deli, martial arts battles of this scale occur on average once a week.

No master was punished for this.

In recent decades, the number of Elephant Kingdom people who died at the hands of demons was far less than the number who died at the hands of Elephant Kingdom warriors.

Zhou Leng was cultivating in his room, burdened with many thoughts.

The next morning, after thinking about it, I went downstairs for breakfast at the buffet, sent a message to Wangu, and strolled along the streets of Wuxin Deli.

In the bustling city center, the architecture is not much different from that of Rucheng or Xiongcheng.

Skyscrapers stand tall, and people coming and going are neatly dressed.

Occasionally, rickshaw drivers would pull their passengers along at a brisk pace.

After walking for a while, all sorts of people appeared, and I saw some children selling things.

Some sell flags, some sell flowers, some sell homemade drinks, and others sell individual bananas, apples, and other fruits.

After walking a few steps, a group of dark-skinned children came running towards him, laughing and talking, ignoring Zhou Leng.

Several children bumped into Zhou Leng's legs, and several hands reached out to touch him.

Before their hands could reach him, Zhou Leng picked up the Starry Sky Bag.

The children weren't scared at all; they laughed and scattered in all directions.

Zhou Leng looked at the malnourished children but didn't say anything.

"Want to buy a newspaper?" A thin, dark-skinned boy looked at Zhou Leng timidly and held up a newspaper.

Zhou Leng shook his head, and the child immediately walked away.

Yesterday, I heard from Wangu that many children in Xiangguo sell things, which is close to begging in disguise, because they can't survive and have no other means of making a living, so they can only sell cheap things.

Wangu said there was no need to buy it, because if you buy one, more children will flock to it.

Even if we buy all of their stuff, what about tomorrow?

What the Elephant Kingdom needs is not cheap sympathy or money, but a radical transformation.

Zhou Leng walked slowly, without spending a single penny.

Even though these people are all poor children.

Even though I feel sorry for them.

However, Zhou Leng cannot treat the whole world equally until the Dragon Kingdom has completely solved its own poverty problem.

These people, in particular, are almost all hostile to the Dragon Kingdom.

"Want to buy flowers?" another girl asked timidly.

Zhou Leng shook his head again.

As they continued forward, they encountered more and more vendors and beggars.

A blind woman singing, a disabled child, an old man as thin as a stick, a person with two heads and one body, a child with a swollen belly...

As they walked, several people followed behind them, acting suspiciously.

As we move further away from the core area, we encounter an increasing number of all sorts of people.

Everything before my eyes looked like a dark, polluted river rushing towards me, engulfing the street.

It's suffocating.

Zhou Leng grew up in the lower class of China and had heard many things, including those from the old society.

But when I came to the Elephant Kingdom and stepped into the world of the Elephant People, I discovered the true difference in the world.

What we see now is just the surface.

These superficial signs alone are enough to make any normal Chinese person uncomfortable.

Suddenly, a commotion arose ahead.

A martial artist suddenly struck and killed a stall owner with a single palm strike.

The stall owner was lying on the ground with only half his head remaining.

The martial artist cursed a few times, then turned and left.

People nearby swarmed in, snatched the stall owner's goods, and fled.

Before long, several suspicious-looking people ran out and dragged away the stall owner's body.

Then, everything was as if nothing had happened, with only a pool of blood on the ground to prove that someone had died there.

A dozen minutes later, people at the intersection ahead fled in panic, and a group of martial artists emerged from each side of the intersection, engaging in a fierce battle in the street.

These people, as if they were mortal enemies, fought a bloody battle under the scorching sun.

One by one, they fell to the ground.

According to what people nearby were saying, Zhou Leng learned that it was a fight between two gangs.

In the end, one gang won and then publicly brandished their knives, slaughtering all the losers.

Covered in blood, they brandished bright red swords, dragged the corpses, and swaggered away.

People on both sides of the street shouted loudly to congratulate the victor.

It wasn't until the afternoon that Zhou Leng started walking back.

In just half a day, I witnessed twenty-seven people die. Now, I vaguely understand why Wan Gu's reaction was so intense.

I also understood what he was afraid of.

He didn't want the hardworking and kind-hearted people of the Dragon Kingdom, who had lived for thousands of years, to fall into such a hellish place on earth.

The current Dragon Kingdom is unable to cope with the impact of the blood transfusion plan.

As soon as I got back to the hotel, I saw Wan Gu rushing over.

"Perfect timing, let's go together."

Zhou Leng got into the car.

Wan Gu said, "We have discovered traces of the Dongjun faction. They seem to be preparing to disrupt the All-Nation Conference. We have been ordered to find and arrest them."

Zhou Leng recalled encountering the high-level Grandmaster Aqiong in the True King's Land. If he had survived, he would probably be a Grandmaster by now.

"The Dongjun faction, are those people from the Xiang Kingdom who worship Zhao Sheng and want to use Zhao Sheng's methods to overthrow the Xiang Kingdom and the Demon Worship Cult?"

"Correct."

"Their skill level seems...not very good."

"It's not just not very good. The Dongjun faction is a general term. In fact, there are three factions in Xiangguo. The names sound nice, but the names online are more accurate. They are the 'Caste Dongjun Faction,' the 'Capital Dongjun Faction,' and the 'Official Liao Dongjun Faction.' Among them, the Official Liao Dongjun Faction is said to be mainly controlled by the Dragon Kingdom's Demon Worship Cult."

"Is there no People's Eastern Lord faction?"

"Yes, they were all wiped out by the combined forces of the three factions above, not one of them survived."

Zhou Lengdao said, "The world is truly surreal. Lately, everyone's been saying that the Eagle Alliance is a 'semi-imperial, semi-colonial society,' bullying weak and small countries on one hand, and being colonized by the Demon Worship Cult on the other."

"The high castes of humanity are really good at this."

"How is Singh, the one who targeted you, doing?"

"He was killed by the grandmaster who came to investigate."

"I might have been surprised yesterday, but today, it's nothing out of the ordinary."

“Singer bribed the master who investigated him, and the master drained his wealth before killing him,” Wan Gu said.

Zhou remained silent, wanting to take back what he had just said.

After exchanging pleasantries, Wan Gu got down to business: "The Dongjun faction that came this time is most likely just here to harass us. The Dongjun faction in Xiang Kingdom has been deeply infiltrated by the Demon Worship Cult and has no value, to the point that the Demon Worship Cult doesn't even bother with them. There won't be any problems. Even if there is a battle, it won't be our turn. Besides..."

"If you encounter a master from the Dongjun faction, please try to show mercy, since their target is the Xiang Kingdom."

Zhou Leng nodded.

Wan Gu, along with a group of people from the Elephant Kingdom who worship the Demon Cult, conducted searches in various places under the guise of combating crime.

It was fine at first, but as I kept searching, it took a turn for the worse.

Some people started ransacking and robbing; anyone who dared to stop them was knocked unconscious.

Someone picked up the woman and ran to a secluded room.

There are countless examples of this.

Zhou Leng looked at Wan Gu, but Wan Gu remained silent.

Zhou Leng did not speak.

In the Elephant Kingdom, ruled by the Demonic Cult and warriors, there was nothing Wan Gu could do.

There is only one cost to confrontation.

dead.

In such a country, being able to restrain oneself is already close to being a saint.

Moreover, the sage of the Elephant Kingdom had even more elaborate schemes, especially enjoying playing with relatives.

People in the Elephant Kingdom rebuild their worldview.

After searching a block, Wan Gu's subordinates lined up to hand over half of their loot to him.

Someone else led a shivering child and handed him over to Wan Gu.

“Send someone back to raise him.”

"Yes."

Zhou Leng had heard Wan Gu mention before that he had established a martial arts school under the pretext of cultivating his own power, and would occasionally help some children.

After saying that, he even joked that people from China are overflowing with kindness wherever they go.

The team searched block by block.

Suddenly, a group of ragged elephants emerged, dragging their thin bodies and shouting as they charged at the demon worshippers.

The members of the Demon Worship Cult grinned maliciously as they carried out a massacre.

A group of ordinary martial artists, starving, fell one after another into pools of blood.

Zhou calmly watched the battle unfold before him.

Some of these martial artists were very young, and some were even quite talented.

In the Dragon Kingdom, one could easily enter the Vitality Stage, or even the Innate Stage; with good luck, one might even become a Grandmaster.

But here, they lack not only the Qi-boosting pills.

They also lacked food and meat.

Wan Gu slowly said, "They are all Xiang people who can't survive. If Dong Jun sends them to incite or entice them, they will launch an attack on us."

"a lot of?"

"There are many, but fewer and fewer."

A grandmaster and a primordial master, quietly watching the battle, or rather, the slaughter.

After the battle, Wan Gu's men made a phone call to send a car to transport and sell the bodies.

The team returned late at night.

Not a single member of the Dongjun faction was captured, nor was a single traitor found.

But everyone made a fortune.

"Do you want it?" Wan Gu suddenly opened the magic bag.

"Not interested," Zhou Leng said calmly.

Wan Gu nodded.

The procession moved through the slums.

Suddenly, a tiger's roar rang out, the side door exploded open, and a man in black threw a punch at Wan Gu.

He was clearly a grandmaster.

The oppressive force of the punch stunned Wan Gu, leaving him completely stiff.

Zhou Leng glanced at the man, then flicked his fingers, sending an invisible force several meters away.

The assassin master seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall, bouncing away with a bang.

Before everyone could recover from their shock, the mid-level grandmaster tumbled into a house and fled frantically.

"Grandmaster, a Grandmaster..."

He fled for a long time, and when he realized that the other party was not chasing him, he breathed a long sigh of relief, understanding that the other party had deliberately let him go.

(End of this chapter)