Martial Ascent to Divinity-Chapter 622 - 602: Seventy Percent

Everyone was shocked; after Song Juesi had recovered from his injuries, had his progress been this rapid?

He was practically heading towards becoming a Martial Saint.

The sixteen families felt a chill at Song Juesi’s aura, secretly thinking it was fortunate.

If Chen Shouhu, Wang Boxiong, and Song Juesi were to fight, in a battle of Upper-Rank Grandmasters, their side would surely be wiped out and possibly suffer a crushing defeat.

Xu Xinheng smiled and said, "Elder Song, you’re late. The old life and death duel has been canceled. Now, we’re engaging in a new life and death duel with Zhou Leng. He has challenged all sixteen families alone. He brought it up, forcing us to engage, leaving us no choice."

Song Juesi’s eyes moved slightly, looking at Zhou Leng and asked, "Did you eat the Red Pearl Gourd?"

"I did."

"You have the confidence to challenge, I believe in you. However, I can’t come here for nothing, so I’ll first fight a preliminary battle for your life and death duel. Let them know that the odds are in our favor."

After saying this, Song Juesi looked at an Upper-Rank Grandmaster standing behind the patriarch of the Dong family and shouted.

"Nie Fanyang, back then, you lost to me in battle, falsely accused me of colluding with the Demon Worship Sect, killing recklessly, and had people damage my dantian in prison, suppressing me for over fifty years. Today, let’s settle the fifty-year old grievances."

Everyone turned to look at the Upper-Rank Grandmaster Nie Fanyang, and many were stunned.

This person once worked in the Martial Guard System and was a renowned hero, with awards and trophies that couldn’t fit in a room at home.

Throughout the years, he has caught countless people of the Demon Worship Sect and solved many major cases, yet he unexpectedly framed Elder Song.

What about those so-called cases before then...

Nie Fanyang’s hair and beard were equally white, his eyes triangular and drooping, cheekbones high, cheeks gaunt, resembling a monkey with a villainous look.

He smiled, shaking his head with a sigh, "Old Song, after all these years, you still won’t admit guilt."

"After all these years, you remain the same; you know full well what you did back then."

Nie Fanyang smiled and said, "I followed higher instructions strictly, unable to let potential wrongdoers escape due to insufficient evidence; there were witnesses and evidence, why shouldn’t I arrest you? Even if there were slight mistakes, that has nothing to do with me. If anything, blame your bad luck."

"Do you dare to fight?"

"I surpassed you back then, and now you are just having a burst of energy before death, how could I fear you? Today, right here in front of everyone, I will once again defeat you, making you concede with admiration!"

Nie Fanyang strode towards the platform, Song Juesi followed suit.

Zhou Leng said, "Ancient River Sect disciples heed the order, study Elder Song’s combat seriously."

"Yes!" replied the Ancient River Sect disciples in unison.

Everywhere, people glanced at the Ancient River Sect disciples, secretly envious.

The affairs of the Ancient River Sect have spread worldwide, countries across the world are cooperating with Dragon Country, hoping to send people to join.

Xu Xinheng glanced at Zhou Leng, unable to conceal his smile.

Now major forces know that Zhou Leng is the head disciple of Ancient River Sect.

And the potential of the Ancient River Sect is extremely significant.

Many major forces want to get involved with the Ancient River Sect, some speculate that Zhao Cong serving as the governor of Liangjiang and entering Rucheng might covet the Ancient River Sect.

If Zhou Leng is killed in this life and death duel, Zhao Cong would have no obstacle.

Unsurprisingly, the sixteen families will rise again.

Once the Celestial Calamity Envoy’s new divine consciousness descends, sweeping Blue Star away...

Xu Xinheng became more and more pleased, unconcerned about who would win between Nie Fanyang and Song Juesi.

Others began to speculate.

"Who do you think has a greater chance, Elder Nie or Elder Song?"

"Definitely Elder Nie, Elder Nie achieved Grandmaster many years ago, and his strength has not diminished. Elder Song has been a Grandmaster for less than a year, his experience is too little."

"Indeed, Elder Nie has a greater chance, it’s a pity..."

The two stood a hundred meters apart, at opposite ends of the platform.

As they manipulated their qi, a fierce wind arose, tiny cyclones appeared at their feet, stirring up sand and grass.

Song Juesi looked at Nie Fanyang, memories from the past flashed before his eyes.

"Fanyang, if you apologize, I’ll spare your life."

Song Juesi, ultimately not the hot-blooded youth of the past, now restored in cultivation, his desire for revenge had faded.

"There’s no use in words, I have never been wrong, why apologize to you?"

Song Juesi sighed softly, slightly bowing his head, then his gaze lifted, "Then, I’ll send you on your way."

He planted his feet, the ground remained motionless, and all sand, dirt, and grass on the ground seemed to suddenly solidify, remaining still.

Whoosh!

Song Juesi, like a great bird, swept across the ground at an incredible speed.

Simultaneously, Nie Fanyang shattered the ground with his steps, the earth crumbled beneath him as his body shot forth like a cannonball.

In that instant, the spectators widened their eyes.

Song Juesi’s speed was much faster than Nie Fanyang’s, extraordinarily so.

In the blink of an eye, the two broke the sound barrier, surrounded by white shockwaves, crashing together.

Many people didn’t even see the two throw punches, seeing them separate and stand on the ground, dozens of meters apart, back to back.

Only Grandmasters could see clearly.

Many Grandmasters wore astonished expressions.

Zhang Feng and other Ancient River Sect disciples looked at the two men in confusion, then looked blankly at Zhou Leng.

"Senior Brother, what do we study?"

Just then, where Song Juesi first stood, earth and wild grass flowed and swirled, sinking like quicksand.

The part of Nie Fanyang’s clothing on his chest and abdomen suddenly turned to powder, forming a handprint-shaped gap.

Within the gap, a bright red handprint remained.

The handprint’s skin seemed to be scorched by external force, sizzling.

Suddenly, his body trembled heavily, leaning forward, he opened his mouth with a loud "wah," and large chunks of viscera and blood spurted out like a burst sewer, splattering onto the ground.

Everyone saw, Nie Fenyang kept spewing, more fragments of stomach, intestines, and lungs came out together.

Nie Fenyang’s chest and abdomen shrank visibly, becoming thinner.

Until the last of the blood and viscera were expelled, Nie Fenyang’s body swayed, trying to turn, and fell headlong to the ground, clawing at it a few times, then lay motionless.

Song Juesi left him with a complete corpse.

"Fifty years of facing the storm and snow, I tread upon snow to reach the mountain peak myself."

Song Juesi slowly walked towards Zhou Leng’s camp, step by step stirred up a wild wind.

After ten steps, he stood amidst a tornado, but the swirling dust and leaves could not touch him.

His aura surged fiercely, straight into the Grandmaster realm.

Many people sighed softly.

No wonder it’s Song Juesi, even at the Grandmaster stage he can carry natural phenomena with him, such strength, Nie Fenyang cannot compare.

At this point, everyone understood, Song Juesi had become one of the world’s top Grandmasters.

Invincible below the Martial Saint.

The likes of the Blood of Tyranny, Red Eyes, Zhao Dongjun, etc., all reached this realm back then.

Xu Xinheng and other patriarchs frowned deeply.

They originally wanted to kill Zhou Leng in a life-and-death battle, but Song Juesi just happened to advance to Grandmaster at this moment, directly showing the frightening realm of carrying natural phenomena, which was a warning.

As he walked closer, Song Juesi scanned the crowd, looking at Zhou Leng.

After years of being wronged, he was finally vindicated, his whole being seemed like a Divine Sword unsheathed, his eyes shining terrifyingly bright.

Song Juesi gently patted Zhou Leng’s shoulder, saying, "Worry not, if you die in battle, I’ll have them bury you accompanied."

Zhou Leng strode towards the next arena.

The sixteen family heads gathered together, whispering.

"We can’t let Yingxi make a move, let’s test him first. If he’s weak, kill him outright. If he’s strong, find an opportunity to retreat, he won’t dare do anything to us."

"First send out a new Grandmaster, then Lower-Rank, then Middle-Rank, sequentially test his strength and create an opportunity for Yingxi."

"Who will go?"

"Fourth brother, you go." Xu Xinheng looked at his younger brother.

He calculated clearly in his mind, as long as Zhou Leng is killed, the Xu Family will be more important in the eyes of the Zhao Family, even if they fail to kill him, being the first to attack would still get Zhao Family’s support.

His fourth brother Xu Xinheng had advanced forcefully, using many magic potions, yet he hadn’t completed Qi Transformation of the Whole Body to reach Lower-Rank Grandmaster in more than ten years, but after all, he had accumulated for many years, surely stronger than Zhou Leng who’s just recently become Grandmaster.

Xu Xinheng smiled and nodded, striding towards the platform.

Zhou Leng glanced at the Lou Family’s location, asking, "Isn’t it the Lou Family?"

The Lou Family members snorted coldly, their faces livid.

Xu Xinheng walked to the opposite side of the platform, a hundred meters away, smilingly cupped his hands to Zhou Leng, saying, "Little brother, we had no grievances in the past, no enmity recently, but each serves his master, we have to fight. Though it’s a Life and Death Platform, rest assured, I won’t kill you, we’re all human race companions, there’s no need to meet death."

Some people lightly nodded, not expecting such a suave person among the sixteen families with such a bad reputation.

But those who knew Xu Xinheng squinted, while some Grandmasters secretly sent messages to warn Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng cupped his hand back, saying, "Permit me to ask Senior Xu, the dozens of Innates like Lin Ziming, Zhang Hang, Liu Yuanyuan who died at your hands, weren’t they your human race companions? If I remember correctly, you say such words every time you face enemies of similar realm."

Everyone suddenly realized, Xu Xinheng deceived Zhou Leng, but was exposed.

Xu Xinheng kept a straight face, spreading his hands, saying, "Slander, all slander, I Xu Xinheng have always been merciful, always holding back."

Zhou Leng nodded, saying, "I believe you, because my friends also call me merciful Zhou Xiaoleng. Looks like our battle will end peacefully. How about this, I’ll restrain to seventy percent of my power."

Upon hearing this, people were both amused and perplexed. On the Great Battlefield, having slaughtered hundreds of thousands of demons, could he really be merciful?

Xu Xinheng joyfully smiled, saying, "I like merciful people, I’ll also use seventy percent of my Qi Blood power. Please!"

As they spoke, they began to run slowly.

At first only using ten percent, the speed gradually accelerated, when twenty meters apart, both their speeds hadn’t yet reached the sonic speed achievable by ordinary Grandmasters.

Everyone watched the two, there was truly a sense of con artists meeting rivals, of rogues encountering talents.

At the moment they were twenty meters apart, they stomped the ground, accelerating suddenly.

Boom!

Boom!

Xu Xinheng’s speed suddenly broke through the sound barrier, reaching 380 meters per second.

At the new Grandmaster stage, this speed is considered top-notch.

He used his full strength.

Xu Xinheng’s face beamed with a smile seeing his brother’s speed, though his brother’s strength was average, his Lightweight Skill was impressive.

The next instant, his smile froze.

Zhou Leng was faster.

He simply raised his hand casually, slicing past Xu Xinheng like a blade.

Everyone’s eyes blurred, a head soared skyward, the headless body continued to run forward, ran over a hundred meters, and finally collapsed.

"Next."

Zhou Leng placed his hands behind his back, walking towards the edge of the platform leisurely, as if on an after-meal stroll.

An old and a young, one after another, were both killed instantly.

Zhou Leng indeed only used seventy percent of his strength, with zero percent of his starry true energy.