Martial Ascent to Divinity-Chapter 615 - 595: The Grand Painting

The Four-sided Duke Long Star suddenly retreated.

His head was an inverted pyramid, with a pale golden face on each of the four sides.

Usually, Long Star only opened his eyes on the front side.

Upon discovering Zhou Leng, he opened his eyes on the sides as well.

After the Desecrated Mummy died, the eyes on the face at the back of his head opened.

The back of his head emitted a light cracking sound, and the boundary between the face at the back and the faces on either side began to slowly split open.

The face at the back of his head slowly turned upward, flipping over to the top, with the features inverted.

The face at the back advanced forward, lifting the scalp, revealing a blood-colored skull, continuing forward until finally connecting with the top of the front facial surface.

One up, one down.

The faces on the sides flipped forward, connecting with the upper and lower faces.

Four eerie blood-eyed golden faces were spliced together on one plane.

Eight eyes filled with fresh blood, glistening brightly.

"You’re very strong."

The four voices of Long Star sounded simultaneously.

"You have great vision."

Zhou Leng remained calm and composed.

At this moment, he had gathered enough momentum, with ten thousand fires on his body, the aura of a Grandmaster like waves of flame, surging toward the Four-sided Long Star.

"You seem not to know that we, the Four-sided Duke, not only have strong strategies, but our tactical ability and combat capability also all excel our peers."

"I know, and I have done in-depth research and study, for instance, that you can simultaneously use four legendary Demon Artifacts, you can simultaneously use four kinds of Demon Magic, and that you can observe everything in all directions, I know all these things."

"Oh? Then why do you dare challenge me instead of fleeing?"

"Before now, I didn’t know whether facing you would lead to victory or defeat, so I wanted to find the answer," said Zhou Leng.

"And the answer?"

"The wind and fire rage, my body is ever-bright, in today’s battle, the great momentum is with me."

After Zhou Leng finished speaking, not rushing or dragging, he delivered a punch "Fist Raising the Green Mountains" straight forward.

The originally unremarkable punch transformed into the momentum of wind and fire, forming a succession of towering air green mountains on his right arm.

With one punch, the green mountains were arrayed, clusters of peaks like dragons.

The Four-sided Long Star took a step back, all eight eyes flashing simultaneously.

Beside the huge golden giant eye, three pieces of legendary Demon Artifacts appeared.

Four legendary Demon Artifacts lined up in a row.

The Eye of the Demon, perceiving all, omniscient and omnipresent.

The Cursed Blaze, a torch with a red base and black flame, with its flame center spinning, emitted a thumb-sized black flame line, instantly latching onto Zhou Leng’s body, and unless the power was exhausted, it would remain locked forever.

The black flame line connected to the center of Zhou Leng’s chest, sizzled, burning his skin.

The Blood of Utmost Evil, a skinless bloody snake coiling around a one-meter-high red crystal, from which a continuous whisper of an evil god emerged, disturbing and disordering the will.

Black threads disregarded all of Zhou Leng’s defenses, entering the Will Space, surrounding the Mountain of Will, then...slightly hiding in the distance.

Around the Mountain of Will, waves crashed, wind blades spun, and thunder roared.

The first two were not much, but in the face of that strange thunder, the black threads shivered.

The black threads formed by the evil god’s power felt an indescribable sense of humiliation, as if those three divine-like powers glanced at them, then said, "Attack this Mountain of Will? Get in line behind."

The Higher Heaven Demon Armor, an armor of chest and abdomen made of intertwining dragon bones, hung high in the sky, emitting a faint light, enveloping the entire body of the Four-sided Long Star. This armor did not need to be worn, it could protect the entire body.

"No person or demon has ever defeated me at the same level."

The Four-sided Long Star spoke, casting spells simultaneously with four mouths.

The right and left mouths continually chanted incantations, forming two enduring spells.

One, "Hellfire," created a faint firelight, covering a range of twenty meters around. It appeared gentle and light, yet the ground scorched and everything burned.

Another, the "Gates of Blood Prison," where four transparent, blood-colored gates each thick about a foot, appeared on each side, adorned with carvings of four different demons, blue-faced with fangs, ferocious in appearance.

The middle mouth cast a protective spell "Mountain of Demons," countless demons merging into a transparent mountain range, standing between Zhou Leng and him.

Zhou Leng’s right fist struck the Mountain of Demons, his movement slowing.

The uppermost mouth cast an attack spell "Piercing Black Spear," a thick ten-meter-long black spear hovered in mid-air, after a moment, accelerating to four times the speed of sound toward Zhou Leng.

In the instant the black spear appeared, a spear made of fine steel materialized in Zhou Leng’s hand, which he hurled fiercely.

Boom!

The spear shattered the air the moment it was released, surpassing four times the speed of sound.

The friction of the spear with the air generated flames, the surface melting, the tip glowing red.

The Piercing Black Spear, having flown only halfway, was struck head-on by the fine steel spear.

The spell and the physical spear exploded in the air.

The fine steel spear shattered into countless fragments, striking the Four-sided Long Star.

Yet under the protection of the Higher Heaven Demon Armor and the Gates of Blood Prison, he was unscathed.

As the Four-sided Long Star rapidly retreated, maintaining distance, he continually used protective spells to obstruct, and attack spells to assault.

Zhou Leng, being a Martial Artist, needed to close in constantly.

Even though each punch formed a powerful shockwave, it mattered little against Grandmaster powers, only punches within three meters had lethal impact.

Yet, the Four-sided Long Star consistently maintained a distance of about twenty meters.

Relying on the persistent attacks of the Cursed Blaze, the Blood of Utmost Evil, Hellfire, along with the formidable Grandmaster spells for both attack and harassment.

Aside from those, all were protective spells.

The Demon Magic persistently burned Zhou Leng’s body.

Zhou Leng, fearless and undaunted, used only the Raging Wind and Fire Fist, rapidly striking.

Zhou Leng kept advancing, while the Four-sided Long Star kept retreating, occasionally sidestepping, using every means to avoid direct confrontation.

The battle continued, the Four-sided Long Star filled with bewilderment, even the Demon Eye above began to calculate in confusion.

In his calculations, Zhou Leng had been fighting all day and enduring continuous attacks from Grandmaster-level spells; his body should be extremely fatigued, his defenses inevitably lacking, and he should have begun to be injured.

But in reality, his Martial Arts Will hadn’t changed at all, and the demonic powers seemed to be acting spoiled in his Will World.

The demonic flames constantly scorched his body, but they only burned off his fine hairs, slightly yellowing his skin without even charring it, much like someone being coquettish.

As soon as various attack spells approached, they were scattered by the powerful momentum of his fists.

The dignified Four-sided Duke, integrating strategy, tactics, and combat, found that the similarity between his predictions and the actual combat was less than 30% when the enemy was right in front of him.

If deducing according to the standards of a newly-advanced Grandmaster failed, then he changed his simulation strategy.

He deduced according to the Lower-Rank Grandmaster standards!

The Four-sided Duke painfully pondered and conducted simulations according to the standards of a Lower-Rank Grandmaster. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Soon, the simulation results became more and more aligned with the actual combat results.

In the end, reaching a 70% similarity.

The four-cornered star was more bewildered.

This meant that the opponent had already reached the limit of a Lower-Rank Grandmaster, infinitely close to a Middle-Rank Grandmaster?

But the opponent hadn’t even used True Qi yet.

No, even at the peak of a Lower-Rank Grandmaster, it’s impossible to withstand the demonic whispers and flame burns for long!

"My deduction could not be wrong!"

Half an hour passed.

Zhou Leng’s fist momentum around him grew more robust, with crimson flames flaring out.

Whoosh...

Suddenly, the flames around him splashed in all directions, dotting every place.

Momentarily, centered around Zhou Leng, within a 30-meter radius, the flames spread like starlight.

The flames were gone from Zhou Leng’s body instead.

The four-cornered star was surprised to find that their attack on Zhou Leng was actually more than half weaker than before.

Meanwhile, their protective power was being eroded by an invisible force.

A spark can start a prairie fire.

"I’m waiting for fifty thousand fist momentum, what are you waiting for?"

Unknowingly, on this day, Zhou Leng had already performed fifty thousand instances of the eighth move of the East Wind Fist, Wind and Fire across the Plains.

A faint smile appeared on Zhou Leng’s face.

Not the joy of victory, but the pure joy of realization.

At the moment of the fifty-thousandth Wind and Fire across the Plains move, the flames around him transformed into a roaring fire, and a brand new understanding of the East Wind Fist surged into his mind.

No wonder, at the Ancient River Ruins and the Fierce Beast World before, no matter how Shen Yunxian and the Void God teacher guided him, he still fell short in comprehending the East Wind Fist.

It turned out that the East Wind Fist was not comprehended, but performed.

The Fist Technique was created after Zhao Dongjun finished fighting.

Not Zhao Dongjun thinking it through before going into real battle.

Theories before the eighth move seemed to bloom in his mind like a thousand flowers.

Many fist theories after the eighth move also began to bud.

Zhou Leng took a step forward.

A huge mountain of demons stood between them. His figure spun, like a swift wind sweeping past, and in a blink of an eye, he reached the side of the four-cornered star.

The four-cornered star, worthy of being a commander of ten thousand, remained unfazed even at this point, even though this speed and move entirely exceeded his deduction.

The similarity of deductions dropped again.

He instantly cast Dark Poison Arrow, and a rain of black arrows enveloped the space.

Zhou Leng extended his two hands, leaving dozens of afterimage arms in the air, like a giant disc of countless hands.

The giant disc gently rotated, directing the spells and poisonous arrows away from Zhou Leng.

East Wind Fist’s second move, Incorporate the Four Directions.

A very faint smile appeared on Zhou Leng’s face.

The battle was no longer important.

The realization of the ultimate principle of Martial Arts brought joy to the mind and spirit.

The previously half-understood Martial Arts that Shen Yunxian and the Void God teacher spoke of now clearly bloomed in the mind, as clear as palm lines.

Next punch, gathering power.

The ground full of flames uttered endless shouts of resistance, anger, and defiance.

In these endless shouts, Zhou Leng launched a punch.

East Wind Fist’s fifth move, Autumn Waves and Mountains.

This punch Zhou Leng could never execute before; he had the move but not the momentum.

No matter how he tried to figure it out, he couldn’t do it.

But once the momentum of Wind and Fire across the Plains accumulated to its peak, it naturally came out with one punch.

In front of Zhou Leng, the air trembled.

The vast autumn mountains, densely colored forests, flying maple leaves, under the autumn mountains, the golden wheat fields, and the brilliant rice fields—all these scenes condensed into a grand painting.

"The painting of fist momentum..."

The four-cornered star’s expression finally showed subtle changes, with the corner of his eye twitching.

A new Grandmaster, manifesting as a painting of fist momentum, does not show True Qi, physical body, or experience, nor actual combat power.

But it represents that this opponent has an unimaginable Martial Arts Will and comprehension.

"We must report this..."

The next moment, Zhou Leng broke through the painting.

The autumn mountains, maple leaves, rivers, and fields on the painting seemed like satin, wrapped around Zhou Leng’s right arm.

The magnificent mountains and rivers, all converged into one punch.