Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 764 Reporting Numbers
The twenty-odd lower-level demigod orcs initially relied on their numbers and vowed to kill this traitor.

After Zhou Leng withstood their attacks and killed five demigods, they changed their tune.

"You sinner, you orc!"

"Why would you resort to such a vicious act for the sake of becoming the new orc king!"

"Which tribe secretly trained you?!"

"You have disgraced our orc ancestors!"

Zhou Leng ignored him and continued the killing spree until only five remained.

"I surrender!"

One punch shattered his skull.

"Stop fighting! I'll give up all the Blood Moons!"

A finger pierces through the space between the eyebrows.

"Why are you so cruel..."

Zhou Leng killed all the remaining orcs and obtained all the Blood Moons.

The second, lower-ranking crown landed on his head.

The surging star power surged through his body once more.

Unimaginable pain and pleasure intertwined within the body.

Physical strength is constantly increasing.

Originally bound by various shackles and restrictions of a primitive civilization, they were constantly being broken down by the power of advanced stars.

The ability of life to break through limits is the universe's most profound secret.

It took countless billions of years for each advanced race to figure it out.

But higher-level star power doesn't care.

The limits of cells, the limits of the body, the limits of bones, the limits of blood vessels...

Apart from the limits of the soul and martial will, all physical limits are constantly being broken through and enhanced by advanced stellar power.

Zhou Leng opened his eyes when the last bit of strength disappeared.

My body has improved significantly.

This time, I clearly realized that I could reach the level of the three Furukawa brothers very soon.

Looking up, the Ten Emperors Battlefield had vanished.

Appearing in the orc world, the area was filled with the light of countless orc blood arrays, covering everything within a one-kilometer radius, and some demigod orcs were gathered nearby.

At the same time, the power of the Ten Realms Battlefield spread, shattering all the light of the blood array.

The newly ascended demigod orc was killed; they were unprepared.

But this time, the orc demigods had already made contingency plans. Upon discovering the deaths of a large number of lower-level demigods, they immediately began to lay out plans to seal off teleportation arrays in various locations.

But unexpectedly, it was shattered by the power of the Ten Realms Battlefield.

Zhou Leng transformed into divine light and flew towards the Dragon God Teleportation Array.

The orc demigods all made their moves, roaring loudly, but they were powerless to stop a beam of light.

Zhou Leng rushed to the barrier between the two worlds, looked back, and saw beams of divine light rising and rushing towards him.

stimulate.

They tore open the barrier between the two worlds, rushed in, and escaped.

Heading straight for Earth.

Based on the timeline, the Ten Emperors Battlefield on Earth should have ended.

After passing through the new barrier between the two worlds, Zhou Leng stopped.

"Ok?"

It wasn't in the Dragon Kingdom; it was a blue sky and green grass I'd never seen before.

In the air not far away, the two sides were engaged in a fierce battle.

Upon closer inspection, Zhou Leng realized that the side with fewer people consisted of the Dragon Kingdom's Martial Saint, while the side with more people consisted of the Demon Worship Sect and the Foreign Martial Saint.

Zhu Shiji and the other seven lower-level martial saints were covered in blood, but showed no fear.

The opposing martial saints, numbering twenty-three, were not in a hurry. Relying on their numerical advantage, they took turns fighting, intending to wear down the Dragon Kingdom's martial saints.

Zhu Shiji and his group were at a huge disadvantage, with many of them seriously injured, barely managing to hold on by sheer willpower.

During the previous Martial Saint Conference, it was discussed that the Demon Worship Cult might join forces to deal with the Martial Saint of the Dragon Kingdom. Unexpectedly, it came true.

Zhou Leng narrowed his eyes, took a deep breath, and the Great Sun Divine Art in his abdomen roared. His body transformed into a black shadow and rushed forward.

The speed increased faster and faster, soon breaking the previous Mach 30 limit.

"Who's there?!" "Stop him!"

Five lower-level Martial Saints from the Demon Worshiping Sect faced Zhou Leng, like a net of heaven and earth, attacking from all directions.

"It's Zhou Leng!" Zhu Shiji was overjoyed.

The other martial saints of the Dragon Kingdom only glanced at it, their expressions remaining unchanged.

If it were any other Martial Saint, there might still be a chance, but a newly promoted one... Hmm? How can he be so fast?
The five lower-level martial saints attacked simultaneously from hundreds of meters away.

Powerful martial arts techniques, some like rolling mountains, some like a white tiger stepping on stars, some like angels descending, some like fists striking stars, some like vast ocean waves...

Five giant paintings of fist-shaped movements, each hundreds of meters long, blasted towards Zhou Leng from five directions.

"Watch out!" Zhu Shiji shouted.

All the martial saints present were unable to withstand the combined attack of the five martial saints.

Suddenly, the world fell silent, and all things were still.

In that instant, everything seemed to freeze before the eyes of all the martial saints.

At the point where the light of martial arts techniques converged, a vast expanse of crimson flags fluttered, densely packed and spread across the mountains and rivers.

Ten suns rose into the sky.

An unimaginably majestic fist strike, like ten suns soaring across the sky.

If something new is gained, all the old will perish.

Zhu Shiji looked at the twenty-second move of the Dongfeng Fist, "Destroy the Evil Domain," which he couldn't use, and suddenly remembered Zhao Dongjun's explanation of this move back then.

"...Some people, on the one hand, use emerging and new ideas and forces from abroad to mock us for being conservative and unambitious...on the other hand, when we are sweeping away the old and welcoming the new, they accuse us of breaking the pots and pans at home...They don't care how we live, they just want us to die..."

"...There is no perfect solution for the transformation of an ethnic group. Which prosperous nation was not built on countless mistakes and corpses..."

"...Only by eradicating the evil realm can humanity move forward unburdened and welcome the new year..."

"...One tael of new tomorrow can be worth ten thousand years of old..."

boom!
An unimaginable force of punches, like the light of the sun, covered an area of ​​nearly a thousand meters.

One punch, and all evil is warded off.

The five martial saints coughed up blood and flew backward, their internal energy in disarray, and for a moment they were unable to circulate their power. This kind of fist technique only exists in legends.

Their eyes were filled with panic.

"The Lord of the East is reborn..." A martial saint from the Seagull Alliance shouted from afar, abandoned the Blood Moon, and turned to flee.

"Don't be afraid, that's Zhou Leng! He can't do anything to us by himself, don't be afraid..."

The martial saint who was speaking suddenly stopped. He was horrified to see that for every little word he uttered, Zhou Leng threw a punch.

Zhou Leng threw a punch, and the head of a lower-level Martial Saint who was blocking him exploded.

Before he could finish speaking, the five headless martial saints fell from the sky.

Zhou Leng swept past, releasing his power to take away the five headless gods.

"Kill!" Zhu Shiji's teeth bled, but he laughed heartily.

"Kill!" The remaining Dragon Kingdom Martial Saints abandoned their defense and launched an attack.

"Ridiculous! We still have seventeen people left!"

boom!
A martial saint from the Eagle Alliance exploded.

“Sixteen,” Zhou Leng said, moving on to the next one.

"Fifteen."

"Fourteen..."

Zhou Leng called out the names one by one, like Yama calling out names from the Book of Life and Death.

When the number "seven" was reported, two of the Demon Worship Cult Martial Saints abandoned Blood Moon and fled, while the remaining five hesitated for a moment, but it was too late to escape, as they were entangled by the Dragon Kingdom Martial Saints.

Zhou Leng stepped into the sky, running at high speed. With one punch each, he dealt with the two fleeing Martial Saints, then turned around and joined forces with Zhu Shiji.

"You can't kill us! There aren't many human martial saints left. If you kill us all, how will you fight against the demon alliance..." a martial saint screamed.

"You are monsters."

Zhou Leng unleashed a series of East Wind Fists, killing all the Martial Saints of the Demon Worship Cult.

A massive blood moon gathered overhead.

Zhou Leng and the seven heavily injured martial saints of the Dragon Kingdom landed on the ground.

Zhu Shiji said, "I relinquish my Blood Moon and admit defeat. Now I can tell you that a few days ago, it was Zhou Leng who impersonated me and single-handedly slaughtered the three saints of the Elephant Kingdom."

As he spoke, the blood moon above his head flew to Zhou Leng's head.

The other six Dragon Kingdom Martial Saints were stunned for a moment, and the blood moon above their heads flew towards Zhou Leng.

(End of this chapter)