Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 753 Traces
Unlike the scattered members from various realms, the newly promoted demigods of the Demon Prison mostly form teams to efficiently hunt other demons.

As a result, within just a few days, those lone demons who had recently become demigods either died or surrendered their Blood Moon and withdrew.

Ultimately, the demon demigods formed more than a hundred small groups, ranging in size from five or six to twenty people.

The descendants of the noblest lords have largely abandoned fighting.

Below the lord's descendants are the demonic angels. They dare not fight against the lord's descendants, but they hunt down ordinary newly promoted demigods in large groups.

The leader of the flesh-and-blood angel race, Fist of Fallen, hovered in the starry sky. His entire body was composed of piles of flesh and blood, like a human who had been skinned, only much larger.

His body was covered with dense, fist-sized tumors, which clung to him like armor.

His back was covered with the signature fleshy wings of a flesh angel, as if pieced together from rotten flesh, with exposed blood vessels on them, and the powerful blood of a demigod flowing through them was visible to the naked eye.

A black ring floated above his head, with black feathers blooming on it, making him both mysterious and powerful.

Above the angelic ring, 109 blood moons float.

Standing before him were seven newly promoted demigods.

Four flesh-and-blood angels, and three other demons.

Each and every one of them was infamous in the Demon Prison, yet now they willingly stood before him, at his beck and call.

The Fist of Depravity smiled slightly, his bloodied and mangled face contorted in a terrifying grimace, the gaps between his veins and muscles resembling gaping mouths.

"The usually proud little prince stopped."

“You have already given the order that no team will take him in.”

"He has ninety blood moons above his head. If you eat his subordinates, you will have two hundred blood moons and be the best in the world."

Listening to his subordinates' words, Fallen Fist said, "Let's go, catch up with him, and devour him. I don't want him to leave here alive."

"We will do everything in our power to stop him."

"By the way, I heard there's some unknown skinless sorcerer who's become quite famous today?"

"Yes, dozens of blood moons appeared in a single day. A team was being hunted down and fled in multiple directions. Only one of the seven survived before the news spread."

"Let's deal with the Grey Lion and go find him."

"Yes."

The eight newly ascended demigods transformed into eight afterimages, flying or running at a normal speed of Mach 10.

Before long, four holy sword angels with damaged outer shells came into view in the distance.

The four angels were all giant beasts over ten meters long, covered with three layers of gleaming silver armor, and had huge silver wings spreading out from their backs to the sides.

Each feather is a sharp longsword.

The lead Holy Sword Angel, the Grey Silver Lion, had its two layers of armor shattered, leaving only the innermost layer riddled with cracks.

He resembled a lion clad entirely in silver armor, except his eyes were pitch black, with swirling vortexes within them.

Above his head, besides the black angel halo, were ninety blood moons.

"You're really lucky." The Grey Lion sighed as he watched the Fallen Fist of the Flesh Angel slowly approach.

The two sides have been fighting for decades, and the outcome has never been clear.

Unexpectedly, the Fist of Fallenness seized the initiative in several ascensions to the Godhood Realm, especially after obtaining a lot of ancient beast blood, and became a top-tier newly promoted demigod, crushing its old enemies.

"I'm giving you a chance to fight alone, to commemorate the years we fought each other." The Fist of Fallen said condescendingly.

The Grey Lion said, "Get out of my way."

The holy sword angels around him slowly dispersed, and he strode forward with firm steps, spreading his wings of swords, toward the Fallen Holy Fist.

The crimson light from the sky shone on his silver wings, making him appear as if he were rising from the dawn.

"Please." The Fist of Fallen Bowed slightly.

"Please." The Grey Lion nodded in agreement.

For the first time, two mortal enemies were so polite to each other.

The Fist of the Fallen stood casually on the ground, his right hand holding a white bone scepter composed of countless heads of monsters and various races, converging at the top into a T-shape. The Grey-Silver Lion stomped its four paws on the ground like a ray of moonlight, rushing towards the Fist of the Fallen in the blink of an eye.

With a flash of light, both front paws waved simultaneously.

Two silver claw marks, each over a hundred meters long, intersected to form an "X," their edges tinged with a faint crimson hue, cutting towards the Fallen Fist.

In an instant, hundreds of pairs of diagonal silver lights, accompanied by a piercing sound of air being torn apart, rushed towards the Fallen Fist from all directions.

With a mere flick of his wrist, the Fist of Corruption unleashed a torrent of blood-red light, shattering all the silver light of the diagonal cross.

The Grey Lion unleashed two consecutive attacks, each capable of destroying everyone within hundreds of meters.

However, it was easily blocked by the Fist of Corruption.

"Three moves have passed, and our friendship, along with the beautiful silver light, has come to an end."

After saying this, the Fist of Corruption stepped into the air, its fleshy wings flapped, and turned into a bloody light, rushing towards the Gray Silver Lion.

The gray-silver lion roared, its wings burst open, and countless silver swords thundered forward.

The Fist of Corruption wielded the scepter of white bones, striking once, striking twice, destroying the Wings of Ten Thousand Swords.

boom……

With a tremendous whooshing sound, he arrived beside the Grey Lion and slammed down his scepter.

boom!
Bones fell, the head of the Grey-Silver Lion exploded, its silver armor shattered, and blood gushed out.

In the final instant, the Grey Lion's claws swept across the Fallen Fist's waist.

The Fist of Depravity neither dodged nor evaded, but simply swung its scepter once more.

With a hiss, half of his left waist shattered, revealing writhing black mist inside.

At the same time, the scepter struck again, smashing the enormous gray-silver lion to the ground.

The body beneath the silver armor suddenly dispersed, transforming into countless black beetles that spread out in a dark, swarming mass.

The Fist of Corruption snorted and swung his scepter for the third time. A flash of blood-red light appeared, and all the black insects exploded, making a squelching sound.

The blood moon belonging to the Grey Lion flew to the head of the Fallen Fist.

"Congratulations, Your Highness!" The newly promoted demigods behind him offered their congratulations in unison.

The first newly ascended demigod with two hundred blood moons above his head in the Demon Prison was born.

He glanced down at the wound on his side.

He deliberately did not dodge.

Those decades of grudges and affections would inevitably leave their mark on one's life.

Just as he was about to attack the other holy sword angels, he suddenly looked up and gazed ahead.

A skinless sorcerer with over 80 blood moons above his head came running.

The skinless warlock is much like a flesh angel without wings, skilled in magic, especially curses.

The Fist of Corruption glanced calmly at his opponent, and with a single look, two of his subordinates pounced on the skinless sorcerer.

The two flesh-and-blood angels ran at full speed, reaching a speed of Mach 15, which was already the limit for an ordinary newly promoted demigod.

The three demons on both sides accelerated simultaneously, unleashing continuous white shockwaves around them.

The Flesh Angels' tactics were clear: the skinless warlocks were mages, and once they got close, their strength was reduced to half, so they needed to fight quickly...

The skinless warlock raised both arms and threw out two punches simultaneously, unleashing the full force of his fists. The punches pierced through the chests and abdomens of the two flesh-and-blood angels, blasting them apart into four pieces.

The two flesh-and-blood angels flew in mid-air, their eyes flashing rapidly, constantly reflecting the image of the other's punch.

A bit fast...

Two flesh-and-blood angels landed and closed their eyes.

The other demons on the battlefield suddenly focused their attention, while the Fist of Corruption narrowed his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips.

(End of this chapter)