Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 710 Descendants of Gods
Zhao Hao crashed into the mural for the fifth time.

The entire Zhao Palace collapsed, but the murals remained standing.

"As expected of Zhao Sheng's child, his martial will, true qi, physique, moves, mind, and everything else are perfect. Martial Saint, indeed a Martial Saint."

As Zhou Leng spoke, a hint of mockery crept into his gaze as he looked at Zhao Hao.

Suddenly, a large painting of a fist-shaped gesture appeared behind him.

The air condensed into a massive red city gate.

On the city gate tower, in front of a microphone, a group of elderly people stood.

Although the old man in the center had a blurred face, Zhao Hao recognized him at a glance.

My father is looking at me.

"You're just a Grandmaster, how could you possibly comprehend the New Heaven's Eternal Establishment!" Zhao Hao's tone suddenly turned fierce.

"Of course, it's because I am the author of the 'Six Volumes of Dongjun,' and we are Zhao Sheng's direct disciples."

Zhao Hao is Zhao Sheng's son, and he knows best what the seventeenth move, New Heaven's Eternal Establishment, means.

This move was something Zhao Dongjun realized when he first reviewed troops atop the city wall.

Professor Zhao Sheng once said when he was teaching his boxing style that as long as someone cultivates the boxing style of Xintian Yongli, their spirit and will will be invincible forever.

Zhao Hao suddenly laughed.

"Are you trying to influence me with your East Wind Fist, or intimidate me? Then..."

After Zhao Hao finished speaking, his aura surged, and layers of true qi armor, as if they were solid, adhered to the surface of his body.

He took the initiative for the first time and arrived in front of Zhou Leng in the blink of an eye.

His first move was the Haoqi Battle Fist, which was said to be on par with the Dongfeng Fist.

With a single punch, a yellow dragon followed, hurtling towards Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng met the attack head-on, but Zhao Hao's punch was incredibly powerful, containing the immense pressure and strength of a Martial Saint. Zhou Leng's cultivation level was insufficient, and he was forced to retreat once again.

Zhao Hao took another step and launched another attack.

With three consecutive punches, Zhou Leng was knocked out of Zhao Palace.

Zhao Hao withdrew his hands, put them behind his back, and stood tall and proud.

"Ten years of hard study are nothing compared to the three generations of upright merchants of the Zhao family!"

Zhou Leng slowly walked forward, gathering his strength for his punch, and said, "It's hard to imagine that the son of the dignified Zhao Sheng would have such a shallow view of the Three Generations Theory."

"You've run out of tricks, all you have left is your words." Zhao Hao completely ignored Zhou Leng's rebuttal.

Zhou Lengdao said, "We, the people of this world, have studied diligently for decades, reading through hundreds of generations. Some of us are well-versed in the learning of thousands of sages, and some of us are insightful in the wisdom of ten thousand sages. From ancient times to the present, our traditions have been passed down through generations. How can we be compared to a mere three-generation nouveau riche?"

Zhou Leng stepped forward, each word precious: "You are merely a blood descendant of Zhao Sheng, while we, having studied Zhao Sheng's 'Dongjun Miscellaneous Collection,' observe its writings, follow its spirit, comprehend its heart, and emulate its brilliance, are his spiritual descendants..."

"Today, we, who have studied diligently for ten years, are here by the command of the Eastern Lord to represent thousands of sages and worthies, and to slay the bloodline of the divine descendants!"

Zhao Hao narrowed his eyes slightly.

Zhou Leng's aura surged once again.

Zhao Hao had a vague feeling that something was wrong. He had just used all his strength. Although he appeared relaxed and calm on the surface, his body was injured by the recoil. But why was Zhou Leng full of energy and showed no signs of injury?
In a head-on collision like that, it's impossible for someone to escape injury.

Zhou Leng took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"Warm-up, over."

The Great Sun Divine Art rotated rapidly inside his abdomen, and more starlight energy surged into his body.

His whole body turned red instantly.

laugh……

A thin layer of white vapor was exhaled from the body surface.

All the muscles in his body swelled up.

Both the true energy of the stars and the strength of the body have been greatly improved.

Zhao Hao was extremely vigilant, but remained outwardly calm, and once again took the initiative to attack.

A grandmaster and a demigod clashed fists and feet on the ground outside the Zhao Palace.

Both of them were traveling at speeds exceeding Mach 10.

Each time their fists collide, it inevitably triggers a large-scale shockwave that reverberates in all directions.

The entire earth rumbled continuously.

In the distance, a large number of people in camouflage uniforms appeared, dispersing the crowd.

Countless people watched and took photos from the upper floors.

"How ridiculous..."

Zhao Hao's speed suddenly increased to Mach 11 as he launched a sneak attack on Zhou Leng.

But Zhou Leng's speed suddenly broke through Mach 12, and he punched Zhao Hao in the chest and abdomen.

Zhao Hao never expected that Zhou Leng had been feigning weakness all along. His terrifying power broke through the true qi defense and surged into his body.

In an instant, everything went black.

In that split second, Zhou Leng closed in again and unleashed his second punch.

Click...

Zhao Hao's bones were broken.

The third punch landed inside Zhao Hao's body, his abdomen making a hollow sound, like water clattering.

His internal organs were shattered into a bloody pulp by Zhou Leng's punch.

The grandmasters and martial saints in the distance could see clearly that Zhou Leng's speed had been increasing from the very first punch.

By the third punch, the speed had reached Mach 13.

He is almost at the level of a lower-ranking Martial Saint.

Zhou Leng's other strengths are clearly inferior to those of a Martial Saint.

But the speed and power are not right.

They don't look human at all.

The martial saints were all bewildered and puzzled as they deduced Zhou Leng's full strength.

It surpasses giants and dragons, and is close to the level of a demigod beast!

A humanoid ferocious beast.

With strength and speed, he overwhelmed the newly crowned Martial Saint Zhao Hao.

Zhou Leng unleashed his fourth punch, putting Zhao Hao in grave danger.

This punch was aimed at Zhao Hao's head.

The newly crowned Martial Saint can withstand a punch from a Martial Saint, but not from a punch from a ferocious beast.

"you……"

boom!
Suddenly, black flames erupted from Zhao Hao's body, creating a powerful shockwave that sent Zhou Leng flying.

As everyone saw, Zhao Hao's skin swelled and tore, and his muscles twisted and writh, intertwining to form crimson scales.

When all the skin on his body disappeared, a three-meter-tall demon appeared before everyone.

Its entire body was covered in red scales, its fiery wings on its back burned gently, and the muscles on its chest and abdomen were covered with thick carapace.

Both hands transformed into sharp claws.

Only his face reveals that he is still Zhao Hao.

He wore a confident smile.

"You... you've personally built a dead end... uh..."

boom!
At Mach 15, Zhou Leng punched the demon Zhao Hao, sending him flying. Zhao Hao only had time to block with his arms.

Click...

His arms were torn open and the bones were broken, but they were healing rapidly.

However, Zhou Leng closed in again.

At this moment, the Great Sun Divine Art within his body was as intense as fire, radiating fiery light, merging with the power of unity and concerted effort.

"Three generations of upright merchants? Can they compare to the combined force of this arduous 10,000-kilometer march?"

Zhou Leng appeared in front of Zhao Hao in an instant and sent Zhao Hao flying with a punch.

"Can it compare to the iron will of the Shangganling?"

He punched Zhao Hao away.

“Is it comparable to…” Zhou Leng’s eyes were bloodshot, “the combined fury of the simultaneous explosion of ten thousand cores forty years ago, and the fall of ten thousand suns here!”

Zhou Leng threw another punch, which was none other than the twenty-third move of the East Wind Fist, known as one of the four great killing moves of the East Wind Fist, Divine Light Heavenly Explosion.

As Zhou Leng threw the punch, his right fist turned bright red, radiating intense divine light.

"The ____ does not work!"

Zhu Shiji couldn't help but shout a reminder.

The killing moves of the Dongfeng Fist are incredibly powerful. If one's skill level is insufficient and one forces their way into using them, it will cause great damage to the body.

Even the Martial Saint finds it difficult to use continuously.

Back then, Wan Yumin's body collapsed because he used Divine Light Explosion continuously, exploding a hundred times in an instant.

But it's too late.

Zhou Leng's right hand, which looked like it was about to explode, had already landed on Zhao Hao.

The terrifying heat, combined with unimaginable impact, propelled Zhou Leng's right fist, piercing through Zhao Hao's arm, through the thick demon's chest armor, and into his chest.

boom!
Zhao Hao planted his feet in the ground and retreated at high speed, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground.

His body crashed into the mural of the Nine Dragons Emerging from the Sea under the Blue Sky and White Sun. When he opened his mouth, he vomited blood and even pieces of his internal organs.

chi chi...

The rainwater fell on Zhou Leng's fist and evaporated instantly, emitting white smoke.

The light from Zhou Leng's right fist dissipated, and the martial saints stared in astonishment, speechless.

The worry in Zhu Shiji's eyes disappeared.

Zhou Leng's right fist was fair and tender, without a single scratch.

The martial saints had only one question in their minds: How could Zhou Leng comprehend the Divine Light Heavenly Explosion?

This was a terrifying killing move that Zhao Sheng comprehended when he witnessed the simultaneous explosion of ten thousand nuclear energies from afar.

Legend has it that the ultimate power of this move is to unleash a single punch that explodes into ten thousand, recreating the spectacular scene of ten thousand nuclear explosions from back then.

Even Zhao Sheng himself had not reached this level.

In front of the ruins of the Zhao Palace.

Zhou Leng did not immediately give chase. He was panting heavily as he slowly walked towards Zhao Hao.

The two fought for a short time, but because every punch was delivered with full force, the actual intensity far exceeded expectations.

This move, Divine Light Explosion, was purely activated by forcibly propelling the attack through the simultaneous explosion of ten thousand cores based on memories.

However, just as I imagined.

The divine light burst that can be activated by the starry sky is much stronger than that activated by true qi.

The explosion of the sun is also known as a divine light explosion.

Some ordinary martial saints fell silent upon witnessing this scene.

They were confident that with their experience and all their might, Zhou Leng couldn't hit them.

But once it hits, something will inevitably fly out of its body.

Zhao Hao lowered his head, leaning against the only upright wall, and slowly stood up. His chest had melted into a large hole, the edges of which resembled lava, a deep red color, emitting wisps of white smoke.

Zhao Hao slowly raised his head. His demonic form regressed, returning him to his normal appearance, though smoke was still rising from the large hole in his chest.

Zhao Hao said weakly, "You are indeed very strong, far stronger than I imagined. However, don't forget that I, Zhao Hao, am still a citizen of the Dragon Kingdom, a member of the Honorary Court, and the son of Zhao Sheng! Killing me is treason! So, do you dare to rebel?"

As Zhou Leng walked, he said, "I originally wanted to say, you are not my king, and I am not your subject, so what's the difference? However, after thinking about it..."

"...You dogs, pretending to be emperors, masters, and parents, are you made of plastic bags? How can you hold so much?"

"Rebellion? You are merely our adopted children and grandchildren; we are your parents!"

"It is you who have usurped the throne and falsely occupied the true court."

"It is you who have always rebelled against the people, against the world, against your own parents and against us! You disloyal, unfilial, heartless, and unjust little beasts!"

"Remember, we are the rulers, and you are the subjects!"

"The remnants of the old era should come to an end."

Zhao Hao lowered his head and laughed loudly: "Hehe...cough cough..."

He was laughing while coughing up large amounts of blood.

He didn't know how to refute the new rebellion theory.

The right arm is inserted into the mural.

Cracks spread across the mural.

When the cracks filled the mural, it collapsed with a crash.

A headless corpse floated in mid-air.

The arms, legs, and chest/abdomen are separated, making a total of six pieces.

Headless god, complete set.

At the head of the mural, a red sun is prominently displayed.

Its color is as red as blood.

"The bigger picture is in my hands."

Zhao Hao straightened his body, with countless blood vessels extending from his back, connecting to the headless god.

Within the headless god, intense blood and qi, along with the power of a peak martial saint, flowed into Zhao Hao's body through his blood vessels.

Zhao Hao's wounds are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhou Leng stopped and looked at the headless god behind Zhao Hao.

It was a withered, aged corpse, headless, and its identity was unknown, but the aura of a peak Martial Saint was vast and majestic.

The Great Sun Divine Skill between the chest and abdomen trembled slightly.

The headless god before us is the creator of the Great Sun Divine Art.

Zhao Dongjun.

Zhou Leng's brain almost exploded.

His eyes were bloodshot.

Zhao Hao stared at Zhou Leng and slowly said, "Back then, no one could defeat him, and now, no one can either. Do you know the price you pay for going to war with me? Do you know what kind of power I possess once I use the Headless God of the East? I share the same bloodline as him."

The world before Zhou Leng's eyes was a blood red.

Everything I know and have learned in this life has been overturned by what I see before me.

A frenzied flame danced in his eyes.

The great man whom he revered as a god was turned into a headless god.

"Damn it, damn it..."

Zhou Leng let out a ferocious roar, and six enormous headless divine phantoms emerged from behind him.

That was the complete body of the Divine Beast of the True King's Land.

A powerful force surged into the body.

Zhou Leng's skin surface shimmered with starlight.

The immortal celestial body was activated for the first time in battle.

"When you refined Zhao Sheng into a headless god, smeared his blood on the walls to disguise it as the sun, and pretended that you were still his successors..."

“You are already monsters that cannot be united.”

"I will kill you all."

Zhou Leng unleashed the full power of his body simultaneously.

Even the frost power that had not appeared in his body for a long time changed, attaching itself to the sun in his abdomen, which was transformed from the true energy of the starry sky.

The four advanced martial arts extraordinary bodies—Frosty Qi Body, Dragon Blood Body, Giant Body Body, and Ferocious Beast Power Body—were unleashed simultaneously.

Within Zhou Leng's body, it seemed as if an ancient beast from the starry sky was roaring to the heavens.

His martial will, tempered to the extreme, exploded, advancing from the second realm, Vajra Realm, to the third realm, Ocean Realm.

As firm as diamond, as tolerant as the ocean.

Zhou Leng's crazed gaze instantly transformed into a deep, dark sea.

Two forces, madness and reason, are spinning simultaneously.

He shattered the earth and suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Hao.

Zhao Hao also dodged at an incredible speed.

The headless god Dongjun behind him transformed into a phantom and continued to hover behind him.

Two human warriors engaged in a fierce battle on the ruins of Zhao Palace.

The power of the newly ascended demigod level shook the heavens and earth.

The two of them broke through Mach 15, then Mach 16, and reached Mach 17.

The grandmaster could no longer see the two people's movements clearly, only their afterimages.

Only a martial saint can see the details of their battle.

One is like a demon, the other like a beast.

The heaven and earth shook.

From the moment they began their fight, both abandoned defense and went all out on offense.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, bones shattered...

Their bodies shattered rapidly, then quickly regenerated, only to shatter again immediately...

Once, twice...

Ten times, eleven times...

One hundred times, one hundred and one times...

Zhou Leng's recovery speed remained consistent throughout.

However, Zhao Hao's recovery speed was getting slower and slower.

When Zhou Leng's body recovered for the 181st time, Zhao Hao's body stopped recovering.

His skin below the abdomen was intact.

Above the abdomen, the body seemed to have been dissected, with all the thoracic organs taken away by Zhou Leng, shattered, and left empty.

Half of his face was torn off by Zhou Leng, and his chin was nowhere to be found.

He collapsed on the original site of the main hall of the Zhao Palace, panting heavily.

Zhou Leng took a step forward, and two people rushed over from not far away.

"stop!"

Old Madam Zhao, leaning on a dragon-headed cane, hurried over, accompanied by Madam Zhao.

Both of them were at the Grandmaster level.

Old Madam Zhao and Madam Zhao approached, each holding a large badge with Zhao Sheng's portrait in both hands.

Zhou Leng turned his head and looked at the two people with a puzzled expression.

Old Madam Zhao said sternly, "I am Zhao Dongjun's wife. As long as I have a breath left, I will not stand by and watch you kill our Zhao family's children!"

Zhou Leng raised his hand and flicked his finger, sending two air bullets flying out with a roar.

puff……

The two bullets detonated simultaneously, and the heads of Old Madam Zhao and Madam Zhao exploded at the same time. The two headless corpses flew backward and crashed to the ground, twitched, and remained motionless.

"You old codger," Zhou Leng said calmly, turning back around.

Everyone who witnessed this scene from afar was stunned.

Even the confused Martial Saint Zhao Hao was dumbfounded.

Old Madam Zhao was his talisman, and one of the main reasons why the Supreme Court had never dared to touch him.

"You...you murderer!" Zhao Hao stammered, unable to utter a complete sentence, but still managed to condense his true energy into a voice.

As Zhou Leng walked forward, he said, "It's still better than you people who kill people."

Zhao Hao was stunned for a moment, staring blankly at Zhou Leng, speechless with confusion.

As Zhou Leng drew closer, Zhao Hao couldn't help but growl, "Are you insane? You killed Zhao Sheng's wife, and now you want to kill me? Do you know what kind of impact this will have on you in the history books? Do you know how many years the Sima family and the Jiangdong rats have been cursed?"

Zhou Leng said, "You've just read a bit more Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Have you even read those divine translations I published? On a cosmic scale, let alone you and me, even Zhao Sheng is nothing more than a speck of dust..."

"Even on Earth, thousands of years from now, what you call the Zhao Palace and the Zhao Clan will be nothing more than a distant dynasty name in the eyes of future people..."

"Even looking back at the history that humanity can see now, the people remain constant, while the Zhao family (rulers of the Zhao family) comes and goes..."

"You're nothing but a fart in human history, let alone a shining example. How dare you talk about history in front of the people?"

"Thousands of years from now, when someone who understands history mentions you, what will they say? You're not even as good as Gao Qiu or Qin Hui."

As Zhou Leng spoke, he raised his hand and glanced at the top of Zhao Hao's head.

In the distance, a familiar voice of a martial saint rang out: "Zhou Leng, for the sake of the bigger picture, show mercy."

Zhou Leng had met this person before; he was Wu Duanxiong, one of the Three Saints of Mount Tai, who had the best relationship with Zhao Dongjun and Wan Yumin.

However, he did not join the Koga sect.

One reason why the Zhao clan has remained standing is because of him.

Zhou Leng slowly turned his head and looked in Wu Duanxiong's direction, asking, "Wu Sheng, do you mean that I, Zhou Leng, am not part of this big picture? No wonder you allied with foreign countries, with the Demon Worshipping Cult, and even with demons, but never with us."

The sound echoed for dozens of kilometers.

The majestic city was completely silent.

Then, a strange cracking sound resonated in the hearts of countless people.

Countless ordinary people who initially thought Zhao Hao shouldn't have died now had their eyes dimmed.

Zhou Leng looked at Zhao Hao and raised his palm.

"The people rule, traitors kneel down!"

The palm fell.

Zhao Hao groaned, knelt on the ground, lowered his head, and fell silent.

Zhou Leng casually took the magic spirit bags from the three members of the Zhao family and strolled in the rain.

“Since you don’t include me in your overall strategy, then I will take charge of my own.”

High in the sky, three celestial staircases descend, illuminating the blue star.

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(End of this chapter)