Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 763 Infighting
The original gathering place for the Demon Arena.

Large and small, all kinds of lower-level demigod dragons gathered together, totaling over a hundred.

The dragons were scattered everywhere, creating an open space.

A demon, a descendant of a dragon, stood there.

He has a human appearance, but his entire body is covered in dragon scales and he has dragon horns on his head.

He called himself Tiamat, led the dragons to sweep away the remaining demons, and stood at the pinnacle of the war of the ten demon kings.

He proclaimed loudly, "Today, our Dragon Clan will prove to the entire Demon Prison that the Dragon Clan is supreme!"

"The Demonic Dragon is the strongest!" the other Demonic Dragons roared in response.

"We believe that the entire Demon Prison will submit to the Demon Dragon!"

"Submit to the Demon Dragon!"

"Now that we've dealt with the external enemies, we, the Dragon Clan, should put aside our differences. The upcoming arena matches will only determine victory or defeat, not life or death. Let's use reason and intelligence to vie for the new emperor!"

"Fight for the new emperor!" the dragons roared in unison.

"Alright, next, we'll draw lots to determine who will face off in pairs. The winners will advance to the next round, and the losers will forfeit the Blood Moon. The Dragon King Tournament is officially beginning."

Under the command of this descendant of the dragon, the lower-ranking demigod dragons began a great battle.

Except for a few dragons that unleashed their full fury and were severely injured and on the verge of death, most of the other dragons restrained their killing intent.

After a series of arduous battles, Tiamat successfully defeated the son of a lord with the bloodline of the Lava Emperor, becoming the champion and obtaining all the Blood Moons.

Amidst the cheers of the dragons, a crown descended from the sky.

A rich surge of stellar energy poured into his body.

In the previous battle of the newly promoted demigods and ten emperors, Zhou Leng won a total of five crowns.

But even all five crowns combined do not contain as much power as this one crown.

An unimaginable surge of stellar energy flooded into Zhou Leng's body, causing him excruciating pain all over his body, followed by unbearable soreness and numbness, making it impossible for him to absorb the power quickly.

It wasn't like this at all before.

Fortunately, I have already obtained the Starry Sky Wanderer ability, otherwise I would have wasted a lot of power in the newly advanced demigod stage.

He was surrounded by rich starlight, and the other dragons were filled with envy and offered their congratulations.

As the light faded and the battle of the Ten Demon Kings ended, Zhou Leng and the dragons were teleported to the Endless Battlefield.

This time, instead of wasting the power of the Dragon God Teleportation Array, he used the excuse of going to find the lord and left alone.

The dragons were overjoyed at their great victory and flew towards the Fortress of Ten Thousand Demons.

At the fortress gate, countless demigods were scattered about, their faces grim as they looked at the eager lower-ranking demigod dragons.

The demigod dragons landed quickly as they approached, warily watching the numerous demigods.

"Why are you slaughtering demons? Why are you targeting us, the Demon Prison Angels?" a high-ranking demigod, a flesh angel, roared.

"Bullshit! The demons who came out first clearly said that it was you demonic angels who hunted other races first, and our dragon race was forced to fight back! Dragons, don't be afraid. If you can win in the lower-level battlefield, we can win in the endless battlefield!" A high-level demigod lava dragon roared. It was none other than the daughter of the Lava Emperor.

"Whoever ultimately benefits is the prime suspect! You dragons orchestrated this incident, violating the lords' agreement. I've also heard that my clan's demigod genius, 'Demogorgon,' died in your sneak attack?"

"Go to hell..." The lava dragon opened its mouth and spewed out terrifying magma dragon breath.

A massive column of magma, tens of meters thick, erupted, spraying across the sky and spreading rapidly, instantly engulfing an area of ​​hundreds of meters in radius and splashing thousands of meters away.

Most demigods were experienced and fled quickly, but a few newer and lower-ranking demigods who were slower to escape were touched by the lava flames, and half of their bodies turned to ashes in the blink of an eye.

The Lava Dragon's breath seemed to herald a battle, and outside the Fortress of Ten Thousand Demons, the Demon Angels and the Demon Dragons clashed on the spot.

Other ethnic groups dispersed, snacking and watching the spectacle, offering their opinions and comments.

This kind of thing is all too common in the Demon Prison.

After both sides suffered heavy casualties, the two races' top demigods finally intervened to stop the battle and end it.

All the demigods knew that the two races would inevitably clash, and only when things got out of control would the lord give the order.

The demigods regrouped and returned to the main hall in the fortress.

"Who is the final new emperor?" asked the demigod Duke of Four Faces. The demigods of various races gazed at the place where the demon dragon gods were located.

Even if the new Dragon Emperor were a pig, the Dragon Clan would nurture him with all their might, and he would at least become a peak demigod.

The dragon demigods looked at each other.

“Tiamat is different from us; he didn’t come here, he went directly to see the lord.”

Upon hearing this, a shadow crossed the eyes of the demigods.

Report directly to the lord?
Could he be a genius nurtured by the Lava Emperor or some other lord?

"In that case, let's wait for the lords' orders."

"This time was good. Not as many demigods died. Most importantly, the new emperor did not disappear inexplicably."

"Let's wait for the results. Tiamat? There are quite a few dragons with that name. Which one is it?"

While the demons were discussing the new emperor, Zhou Leng silently left the Endless Battlefield and headed to the Tree People World.

Sure enough, upon entering, they found themselves in the Battlefield of the Ten Emperors.

The newly promoted demigods also gathered in the middle.

However, all parties just stared at each other blankly.

There wasn't a single blood moon.

Neither the Treants nor the Giant Insects currently possess lower-level demigods.

Soon, the others admitted defeat and left, leaving only Zhou Leng.

As a result, nothing changed.

There was no blood moon, no crown, and no reward.

To avoid wasting time, Zhou Leng also conceded defeat and left, heading straight for the orc world.

Once again, we enter the battlefield of the Ten Kings of the Orcs.

There are too many demigods among the demons. If one person goes on a rampage, he is likely to be ganged up on and could cause an accident.

But orcs are different.

Their numbers are far fewer than those of demons.

Zhou Leng first disguised himself as an orc and infiltrated the group to gather information.

After the initial chaotic battle, the orcs obediently gathered together and, as previously agreed, decided to determine the ownership of the Blood Moon through a practical competition.

However, after one round of matches, many orcs felt dissatisfied and argued that the knockout stage was not good and that there should be a round-robin tournament, where every orc should play against every other orc.

Thus began a long round-robin tournament.

The first round of the tournament is still not finished.

That night, Zhou Leng donned a mask and, in the form of an orc, began to ambush the orc demigods resting in the camp.

He killed several in a row and ran away quickly.

After a while, they attacked again.

After obtaining the Blood Moon, Zhou Leng immediately gave it up to another orc, refusing to accept it.

After several such incidents, the orc demigods began to suspect an internal traitor and launched a major internal investigation, but to no avail.

Finally, with no other option, they had to stop the game and split into several teams to search.

Zhou Leng doesn't want the Blood Moon; they'll have a hard time finding it.

Zhou Leng could see the blood moon floating in the sky from afar, constantly attacking the various orc teams.

There were never more than a hundred lower-level orc demigods to begin with, and in just one day, Zhou Leng killed them down to only about twenty.

These twenty-odd orc demigods possess all the Blood Moons.

Zhou Leng, a newly promoted demigod, charged head-on into the midst of twenty-three lower-level demigod orcs.

(End of this chapter)