Martial Ascent to Divinity

Chapter 752 - 726: City Battle

About a hundred kilometers away from Elephant Country, a city was established.

However, in the later stages of the Martial Arts Era, the city was basically abandoned, leaving only empty buildings and houses.

Just a few tens of kilometers away at the foot of the mountain, An Tianzhi and another person fought back to back while retreating in the direction of Dragon Country.

Zhou Leng took a close look and recognized that it was Xu Zhenxian, known as the Iron-faced Martial Saint, hailing from the Martial Guard System. He had a dark complexion, ruthless hands, and acted decisively, having offended many.

Wang Boxiong had mentioned him, as he had guided Wang Boxiong several times.

An Tianzhi was a newly promoted Martial Saint, while Xu Zhenxian was a Lower Martial Saint.

The two of them stood back to back, coordinating seamlessly.

Around them, five Martial Saints surrounded them in slaughter.

Three Elephant Country Martial Saints, two masked Martial Saints.

A Martial Saint with emerald green eyes emitted a blood glow all over his body, spitting out ancient beast blood.

Zhou Leng noticed this, immediately descended the mountain, concealed his presence, and quickly ran through the woods.

Before long, he emerged from the forest, ready to strike.

The battle ended, and An Tianzhi and Xu Zhenxian surprisingly split into two routes, diverting the five enemies.

An Tianzhi was rather unlucky, pursued by three Martial Saints, but having just entered the battle, his True Qi was abundant, so he wouldn’t quickly be defeated.

Zhou Leng rushed over, rapidly approaching.

When he got within a dozen kilometers or so, the Martial Saints ahead had already noticed.

Soon, the Lower Martial Saint with ancient beast blood suddenly exploded with full strength, chasing after An Tianzhi.

The other two Martial Saints turned, charging directly at Zhou Leng.

"Zhu Shiji, why aren’t you lying in bed recovering, what are you doing here?"

"The grudge from the time you brought Dragon Country Martial Saints to the World Conference, let’s settle it today!"

One Martial Saint wore a black mask, and the other Elephant Country Martial Saint was not only familiar to Zhou Leng, but they had met during the World Conference last time.

That Elephant Country Martial Saint was honored as the King of Tough Battle, a name derived from the hero in ancient Elephant Country mythology, a Lower Demigod.

Zhou Leng looked at the masked Martial Saint, unable to pinpoint who they were.

The previous World Conference incident had dealt a massive blow to the Demon Worship Sect, the influence still lingering, marking it as the most severe disaster in the sect’s history.

The King of Tough Battle and other Elephant Country Martial Saints were scolded like dogs by the Demon’s demigod avatar, treated like grandchildren.

And it happened right in front of numerous regular members of the Demon Worship Sect.

These honorable Martial Saints, they couldn’t swallow this insult, unable to retaliate against the Demon, but ready to strike at human Martial Saints.

Zhu Shiji was just a super soft target, old and sick.

The two Martial Saints exchanged a glance, nodded lightly, then walked to the sides, keeping their eyes on Zhou Leng.

"Zhu Shiji, you’re truly muddled, admit your mistake, and maybe we’ll spare you."

"Back then, you were considered a talent, but your injuries ran deep, leaving you with only a lower rank, your strength has fallen to the newly promoted Martial Saint level."

"During our brief hand-to-hand engagement at the World Conference, I felt your power was already weaker than mine..."

Despite their relaxed words, the two Martial Saints were far from relaxed in reality.

Because nobody could predict what Zhu Shiji might do.

Dragon Country Martial Saints, they were eternally feared.

Years ago, a lower Martial Saint assumed Zhu Shiji was injured, provoking him. In the end, Zhu Shiji fought fiercely and severely injured that lower Martial Saint.

Since then, no lower Martial Saint dared to provoke Zhu Shiji again.

Ordinary people assumed Zhu Shiji had been retired, but the Martial Saints thought otherwise.

Zhou Leng kept a calm expression, continuing forward.

Why should I care about their insults to Zhu Shiji?

As they drew closer, the two Martial Saints split to rush towards Zhou Leng from either side.

Their speed exceeded fifteen Machs, tearing through the air, reaching Zhou Leng in an instant.

Boom! Boom!

Two punches struck out, carrying terrifying punching power.

Before the King of Tough Battle’s fist, the image of the Asura from Elephant Country mythology surfaced.

A grand vision of the Asura’s bloody sea slaughtering the gods appeared before him.

The masked Martial Saint’s fist, on the other hand, manifested a giant angel image.

A magnificent angel’s temple appeared on earth, sacred and strong, enchanting.

The punching power was fierce, displaying god-like might.

From the start, they were going all out.

Where they passed, the earth shook, dust split, and an invisible force plowed a shallow groove in the ground.

Zhou Leng seemed to slowly raise both arms, or maybe slowly extend both hands, effortlessly piercing through the punches of the two Semi-Saints, spreading his fingers.

Bang! Bang!

Two loud explosions, both Martial Saints stopped, disbelief written in their eyes.

Zhou Leng had grabbed each Martial Saint’s right fist, one in each hand.

The two Martial Saints hesitated for a moment, instinctively retreated, fiercely pulling their fists to break free.

Zhou Leng’s hands remained unmoving.

Their fists lost all color, turning ashen white.

"Hmm?"

Zhou Leng turned to look at the two Martial Saints, slightly surprised.

Great Sun Divine Skill and starry True Power weren’t even activated, and it was over?

"Saint Zhu, let’s talk..." The King of Tough Battle was indeed an Elephant Country Martial Saint, able to yield and stretch.

In the distance, some Elephant Country people eyed from afar, stunned.

The Martial Saint battle, why did it stop?

"I want to know, who instigated this Martial Saint battle?" Zhou Leng asked.

The King of Tough Battle hurriedly replied, "It was purely for the ancient beast blood, and to weaken Dragon Country’s strength, there was absolutely no...ah..."

Bang!

Zhou Leng’s right hand squeezed forcefully, and an ear-piercing explosion sounded.

A cloud of blood mist exploded.

The entirety of Stalwart Battle King’s right fist was crushed into a fleshy pulp.

"I don’t like deception."

Stalwart Battle King screamed, turned, and dashed towards Elephant Country. Simultaneously, he consumed the magic potion, causing his body to suddenly expand and his speed to increase dramatically.

Even someone as strong as Zhou Leng couldn’t keep up temporarily.

While running, Zhou Leng still clutched the fist of the masked Martial Saint.

The masked newly promoted Martial Saint tried tirelessly to withdraw his fist, to break free, but Zhou Leng continuously shook his left hand, using various powers to counteract all the strength of the masked newly promoted Martial Saint.

The masked newly promoted Martial Saint gritted his teeth and continued to struggle.

Zhou Leng didn’t bother with him, accelerating his pursuit of Stalwart Battle King.

When Stalwart Battle King reached the edge of that abandoned city, large demon patterns surfaced on his body, strengthening him, but his speed slowed.

"Zhu Shiji, don’t force me into mutual destruction!" Stalwart Battle King growled. He didn’t want to activate the demon’s power by using the magic potion, knowing that if exposed, it would cause great losses.

But with his right fist blown apart, relying on just his left hand, he couldn’t possibly defeat the powerful Zhu Shiji.

He was trembling inside, not expecting Zhu Shiji to have been hiding his strength all along.

Could it be that after ascending the first layer of the Celestial Ladder, his old wounds had healed?

Without a word, Zhou Leng lifted the masked newly promoted Martial Saint with his left hand and kicked with his right foot towards Stalwart Battle King.

Stalwart Battle King raised his arm to block.

Boom!

A white shockwave exploded in front of him, sending his body flying backward, cutting a straight line through the sky and crashing through a skyscraper, passing through it, and hitting another building.

He pierced through three buildings in succession, landing in the middle of a weed-covered road.

Zhou Leng sped through the broken passage created by Stalwart Battle King in those three buildings.

The masked newly promoted Martial Saint being dragged continued to struggle, his body repeatedly hitting window frames, glass, walls, and furniture.

An elite Martial Saint shouldn’t be injured by such forces, but Zhou Leng’s running speed was too fast. Even without using starlight true energy, he reached 20 Mach.

Faster than his full sprinting speed, and with his true Qi suppressed by Zhou Leng’s power, he couldn’t protect himself. At this speed, crashing into various objects left him covered in wounds.

Patches of skin tore open, and streaks of blood crisscrossed.

Zhou Leng jumped down from the third building, dropping swiftly, kicking towards Stalwart Battle King on the ground.

Stalwart Battle King did a donkey kick to dodge, but Zhou Leng punched out.

After all, Stalwart Battle King was a lower demigod, physically agile, and combined with his rich experience, he predicted in advance and dodged again.

Zhou Leng’s charged punch missed.

The powerful punching power pierced through the air, creating a massive ring of white air, with the force reaching the seven-story building opposite.

Boom!

A huge gap nearly twenty meters in diameter appeared in the middle of the building, stretching almost from the ground to the rooftop.

The broken sections on both sides quivered a bit, then collapsed with a roar.

Zhou Leng turned and took a step, reaching out with a large hand towards Stalwart Battle King.

Stalwart Battle King was already scared out of his wits, knowing he dared not fight the peak-conditioned "Zhu Shiji," he dodged once more.

Zhou Leng seized the chance and punched again.

Stalwart Battle King, unable to dodge, immediately blocked and released the half-divine artifact.

Boom!

He, along with the half-divine artifact, was blasted into the building.

Zhou Leng chased after him directly, while Stalwart Battle King fled madly, constantly tearing through buildings in his escape.

The various reinforced steel, rocks, glass, and other objects he passed scratched or pierced the body of the masked newly promoted demigod.

Zhou Leng was oblivious, continuing his pursuit.

Rumble ...

A massive sound came from behind, Zhou Leng turned his head to see one building after another collapsing like dominoes, causing a chain reaction and stirring up a sky full of dust.

Those buildings couldn’t withstand the impacts from the two men’s strength.

Even with Stalwart Battle King as a lower demigod, his experience was too rich. Zhou Leng’s constant pursuit and the numerous buildings in this city kept obstructing.

Soon, every time Zhou Leng stepped on the ground, he was all in, exerting his full strength.

One step, and a radius of hundreds of meters of earth sank, along with houses and buildings, all collapsing.

Many animals and insects residing in this abandoned city crazily fled.

In the distance, people from Elephant Country, with telescopes or phones, witnessed an unimaginable scene.

In the abandoned city, houses and buildings collapsed one after another, with dust boiling all over.

A Dragon Country martial artist dragged a masked martial artist with his left hand, continuously attacking the renowned Stalwart Battle King of Elephant Country.

The world of the people from Elephant Country was collapsing.

Zhou Leng pursued for a while, finding it too time-consuming, so he lightly inhaled.

Inside his abdomen, he activated the Great Sun Divine Skill.

Boom!

With unbelievable speed, he broke through the buildings and punched the back of Stalwart Battle King’s heart.

"Ah..."

Stalwart Battle King screamed, his body flying out and shattering buildings in succession.

Zhou Leng slammed his foot on the ground, catching up before Stalwart Battle King landed, and kicked out.

Bang!

Stalwart Battle King’s body folded, his organs exploded, and his entire body sprayed blood and fragments of internal organs, piercing through several buildings consecutively, bouncing along the plant-filled road, and finally crashing into a broken wall.

His body oozed blood, twitched lightly, his limbs twisted, and his eyes lost focus.

Zhou Leng stepped up, looking down at the Stalwart Battle King at his feet.

"You wouldn’t have had all these problems if you’d been honest. Since you can’t speak, I’ll just interrogate..."

Zhou Leng turned his head to look, and the reserve masked newly promoted Martial Saint he was dragging with his left hand was bloody and fragmented, missing a leg, eyes rolling white, breathing weakly, unconscious.