Martial Ascent to Divinity-Chapter 535 - 518: Rematch

Everyone could see that Zhou Leng’s move transmitted power throughout the body of the Rusted Iron General.

The demons began to speak up.

"Don’t go head-to-head with him! In a normal battle, he wouldn’t have the chance to use this kind of power."

"Who’s going up?"

"I’ll do it!" A Great Innate Candleholder stepped forward, holding a magic staff, continuously retreating.

The battle began, and Zhou Leng charged straight ahead.

Boom!

Directly breaking the sound barrier.

This Candleholder was a pure Demon Warlock, instantly teleporting two hundred meters away, then pointing at Zhou Leng, casting a curse spell to weaken him.

At the moment when the glow of the curse spell touched him, Zhou Leng utilized the Dawn Will Technique.

Martial Arts Will, instantly increased by fifty percent.

This boost could only last for five seconds, but it was enough.

The powerful Martial Arts Will was like a beast, smashing the power of the curse spell with one swipe.

The spell backfired, causing the Candleholder to tremble slightly, but he didn’t care and began to use non-backfiring weakening spells.

Relying on his strong teleportation ability, he continuously cast spells.

However, Zhou Leng’s Martial Arts Will was too strong, and his True Qi was too powerful; all spells were either directly dispersed or suppressed to insignificance by his powerful Qi Blood.

A distance of more than three hundred meters was just a second.

The Candleholder’s figure flickered, but Zhou Leng relentlessly pursued him.

On the fourteenth teleport, the Candleholder stumbled slightly and stepped back half a step.

High-frequency teleportation was unbearable even for a martial artist, let alone a warlock.

Zhou Leng, unaffected, charged forward, exerting force with his last step, unexpectedly adding the Mountain River Guardian Technique.

Speed surged to 380 meters per second.

The Candleholder warlock was shocked; he no longer dared to use teleportation and immediately activated the Teleportation Gate, stepping into it.

The blue teleportation gate required time to appear, and time to step through.

With one foot inside, one leg remained outside.

Zhou Leng reached him, grabbed the exposed leg, and without exerting full strength, just pulled outward, dragging him sideways to the edge of the teleportation gate.

The power of the spatial spell was like the sharpest blade, silently separating the parts of the Candleholder’s body being pulled out.

One leg, half a waist, one egg.

The protective power on the Candleholder’s body flickered; some protections could easily withstand Zhou Leng’s full-strength strike.

But no protection could protect the body grazed by the teleportation gate.

"Ah..."

Nearby, at the other teleportation gate entrance, the Candleholder screamed as he was thrown out.

Zhou Leng shook the severed leg gently, causing it to explode into a shower of blood, and rushed forward.

"I surrender!" The Candleholder warlock shouted while continuing to cast spells; a new teleportation gate appeared, this time five kilometers away.

In Zhou Leng’s hand, a demonized spear appeared.

Step, throw.

Boom!

The spear tip tore through the air, ripped through the Candleholder warlock’s protections, pierced through, and entered the teleportation gate.

The Candleholder looked down.

A large hole appeared in his chest, with only a thin layer on both sides, less than a finger wide.

Then, his body broke.

"What a fast spear..." he said before the power carried by the spear destroyed his entire body, and he closed his eyes.

A smiling Dwarf Great Innate ran toward the direction of the spear, shouting, "I’ll go pick it up."

A dwarf at the back laughed, "By the time you come back, at least three will be dead."

"Five."

"I guess eight..."

The demon group fell silent.

"Next," Zhou Leng said.

This time, no demon volunteered to fight.

A Demon Spirit Master threw out a Demon Spirit Toy.

"Have you seen the Demon Clock?" said the Demon Spirit Master.

The giant dragons watched with great interest, urging the demons to quickly choose someone.

The Desecration Demon Scripture, feeling helpless, activated the clock-shaped toy.

The Demon Clock emitted a line of red light, swaying rapidly, randomly pointing at a demon.

The Desecration Demon Scripture pressed to stop, and the light pointed to a Black Sun Intestine.

The Demon Purgatory, after all, is an old strong realm; every demon underwent countless slaughters, with combat experience said to be the best in the Ten Realms.

This Black Sun Intestine did not shout like ordinary demon creatures. Even knowing it would lose, it still marched out proudly.

Three seconds later, it was caught by its flying intestines and smashed repeatedly on the ground, being smashed dead.

The fourth demon came forward, Zhou Leng won.

The fifth demon came forward, Zhou Leng won.

The sixth, seventh, eighth...

By the time Zhou Leng had slain twenty-one, the demons didn’t immediately use the Demon Clock.

Because the one who went up as the twenty-first was the Desecration Demon Scripture.

As a strategist of the Demon Race, the Desecration Demon Scripture had died.

All teams watched silently, saying nothing.

One of the teams consisted of mixed races, about fifty people in total.

Giants, Tree-men, Demon Spirit Masters, Dwarfs, and Human Martial Artists.

These were the ones who refused to join the Ancient River Sect.

Now, almost all regretted it.

In the demon group, a Desecrated Mummy asked, "Can a Beastman fight?"

"Yes," Zhou Leng replied.

"Beastmen, it’s time to show the alliance your loyalty." The demons looked at the Beastman.

"Beastmen are never loyal!" a Beastman Priest shouted loudly, unapologetically.

"You have no choice, let the humans see the strength of the Beastmen." The demon targeted the Beastman, using the Demon Clock.

The selected Beastman cursed the demons but knowing he couldn’t refuse, braced himself and charged at Zhou Leng.

One head, two heads, three heads...

After the seventeenth Beastman and the thirty-eighth Demon fell, the eighteenth Beastman hesitated to move.

"It’s your turn, Demons!"

"We Demons have already shed all our blood."

"Then let the Sea Siren come!"

Everyone looked at the solitary sea turtle.

The sea turtle cursed loudly.

"If you don’t fight, you’ll die!" The Demons and Beastmen moved in unison.

The sea turtle simply retracted its head, flippers, and tail into its shell.

The Demons and Beastmen flipped the turtle shell over and pushed it in front of Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng slowly walked around the turtle shell and said to the human Martial Artists, "Prepare the big pot, boil water."

The Martial Artists immediately took out large solar-powered pots.

The sea turtle suddenly stretched out its head, with its belly facing the sky, and roared, "I surrender! I am the wise one of the Sea Demon Race, I have the intelligence of the Sea Demon Race and the Demons. As long as the Human Race accepts me and lets me join the Dragon Country Alliance, I’m willing to sell everything! No one can sell me the Giant Shell Sea! No one!"

Zhou Leng looked at its head and asked, "Are you sure?"

"I’m sure! I can swear, the information I provide will be enough to promote you!"

After finishing, the Giant Shell Sea made the human Martial Artists drool with desire.

The sea turtle had a long lifespan and accessed a lot of intelligence—the more information it provided later, the more war merits Zhou Leng would gain.

These war merits, if exchanged for a regular Qi Blood Martial Artist, might struggle to be promoted to Major General, but easily achieve Colonel rank.

"Very well, you’ve survived."

The Giant Shell Sea shook violently, propped its tail against the ground, and flipped over like an agile rabbit.

As it walked alongside Zhou Leng, it said, "Quick, give me the Demon Spirit Contract, the most powerful one, and you must not go back on it!"

"There will be one."

The Demons looked at the Giant Shell Sea and surprisingly did not curse but merely watched silently.

Though betrayal was common among Demons, defecting to humans would result in punishment and ostracism for the entire family.

But, this human was too strong.

They also considered if the whole family was left with only themselves—should they surrender too?

The Giant Shell Sea signed the contract and officially joined the human camp.

Then, it immediately started advising on strategy, pointing out the various flaws of the Demons.

But Zhou Leng only wanted to ask one question.

"What’s the Celestial Calamity Envoy’s goal?"

The Giant Shell Sea’s face changed drastically, its head trembled slightly, and it said, "I can surrender, I can betray, but I can’t betray the Celestial Calamity Envoy. It’s not that I’m not loyal enough to humans, but I can’t desecrate the Divine Spirit. The consequences of desecrating the Divine Spirit are beyond imagination."

Zhou Leng hadn’t expected this reaction from the Giant Shell Sea and did not press further, moving towards the Demons.

Zhang Xinglie asked, "What are you doing?"

"Continuing the competition."

"Switch! It’s my turn!" Zhang Xinglie didn’t give Zhou Leng a chance to stop him and rushed forward like a gust of wind.

Seeing this, the Demons relaxed and one Demon took the initiative to attack.

Three seconds later, it was smashed by Zhang Xinglie.

"Next." Zhang Xinglie cracked his knuckles, making creaking sounds.

One Demon or Beastman after another entered the fight, only to be killed in succession by Zhang Xinglie.

Only then did everyone realize that while Zhang Xinglie might not match Zhou Leng in skill, he was no less fierce.

As Zhang Xinglie gleefully continued his killing spree, Zhou Leng spoke a few words to Mountain and River Origin, and the latter pushed Zhang Xinglie away to take the stage himself.

The Demons were in despair.

In previous battles, this Mountain and River Origin was even fiercer than an ordinary Giant.

Ordinary Giants excel at brute force assaults and always find an opportunity.

But this Mountain and River Origin was a Martial Arts Giant, with almost no weaknesses.

In their hesitation, a Beastman suddenly said, "Don’t you think we’re missing something?"

They looked around, noting there were seventeen Demons left and twelve Beastmen left.

The magic had been defeated.

They turned their gaze to the Giant Dragon.

"The other side sent a Martial Arts Giant—are you, Giant Dragons, afraid?"

"I’ll try!" Wind of Grey Steel had long wanted to spar with Mountain and River Origin and finally decided to dive in.

Some intelligent Giant Dragons furrowed their brows, intuitively sensing something was off but unable to articulate it.

Wind of Grey Steel was a renowned prodigy among Giant Dragons.

The Three-headed Steel Dragon was a Giant Dragon with almost no weaknesses.

Its body was far stronger than that of ordinary Giant Dragons, and its three heads were equivalent to three Casters, which was exceptional.

As soon as the two sides engaged, they fought fiercely.

The air resounded with explosions, the ground shattered, and giant forces and spells flew wildly. Screams and battle cries filled the air.

The two gigantic beasts clashed, impacting both the battlefield and the minds of onlookers.

Seeing a top-level talent battle from the Ten Realms firsthand, ordinary Great Innates realized the vast gap between themselves and the elite.

Both sides engaged relentlessly, soon dripping with blood.

Slowly, the injuries on both sides worsened.

Neither the Giant Dragon nor Mountain and River Origin backed down; instead, they grew fiercer.

The Giants and Giant Dragons from both races cheered loudly, urging their champions on.

With a ripping sound... Mountain and River Origin twisted off one of Wind of Grey Steel’s heads,

With a crack... Wind of Grey Steel bit off Mountain and River Origin’s left arm.

The battle between the Giant and the Giant Dragon completely stirred their respective races, with golden cross-shaped stars flashing wildly in their eyes.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Both sides re-entered the fray.

The second great battle beneath the mock Cenotaph began.

Zhou Leng and Zhang Xinglie exchanged a glance, then stomped on the ground and shot forward.

They did not charge the Giant Dragons, nor did they face the Demons, nor did they target the Beastmen, but instead headed straight for the united team of various races who refused to join the Ancient River Sect.

It was at this moment that the disciples of the Ancient River Sect finally understood what the second item Zhou Leng mentioned meant.

It was at this moment they understood what Zhou Leng’s few words were about.

Watching Zhou Leng and Zhang Xinglie charge toward their fellow tribesmen, they said nothing, only their eyes dimmed.