Martial Ascent to Divinity-Chapter 620 - 600: Unrevealed

Zhou Leng wandered in the Old Fertile Land for a while, collecting a large amount of resources.

Looking at the time, it was already March, the start of the third year in college.

He glanced back at the Old Fertile Land and headed straight for the Tree-man Base.

At the Tree-man Base, he cultivated for a few days with the help of the Tree of Life to consolidate his strength.

When Zhou Leng arrived at the base, the Demon Alliance Army retreated from the Old Fertile Land.

The reason being that they suffered heavy casualties without reaching the target, and the plan failed.

Everyone knew it was because of the crazy Grandmaster, but since the Celestial Calamity Envoy did not mention it, they dared not speak of it.

Wherever there is a forest, there is the territory of the Tree-man.

The events of recent days were clearly visible to the Tree-man.

The Tree-man Elders marveled, praising Zhou Leng, who single-handedly killed millions of Demons and hundreds of Grandmasters.

Subsequently, they organized spell images to be sent to the Demon City Army as a gesture of thanks.

However, the Demon Alliance then divided their forces to attack different Tree-man tribes.

March 15th.

Zhou Leng left the Tree-man Base, entered Shuizhou Demon City, heading for the Human Race Base.

Near the old site of the Celestial Ladder Joint Examination in Shuizhou Demon City.

A blue lake was embedded in the flat grassland. By the lake, an area of ground surrounded by squares with sides a hundred meters long was drawn.

Outside the arena area, many people stood, some close, some far.

These people were imposing, the weakest were Muscle Innates, many were Great Innates, and there were even over a hundred Grandmasters.

Not only were there people from the Dragon Country, but there were also individuals from other countries.

Some people wore hoods and stood with arms crossed, watching from afar.

On the west side of the lake, many Demon Spirit tents were set up, with a full range of camping gear; some people among them were either wealthy or noble, dressed all in brand names.

Not only were there Martial Artists, but they also brought many followers.

Hundreds of people gathered together, as if they were picnicking.

On the east side of the lake, there were only a few tents, with small groups gathered together, all dressed in camouflage uniforms.

Some people were located between the two groups.

The most numerous among them were the Innates and Grandmasters from the Rucheng.

The Innates from Rucheng gathered together, discussing among themselves.

The Great Innate Zhang Nanchao had many people around him; he was not only famed as a chivalrous person in Rucheng, but his son Zhang Feng was also a prominent figure in the Ancient River Research Bureau, and the Zhang family’s status had clearly risen in recent years.

Zhang Feng, as one of the first members of the Ancient River Sect, stood beside his father, gazing at the arena ahead.

"Old Zhang, what do you think?" asked a smiling Innate Martial Artist named Zhu Wanlai beside him.

"Hard to say. The battle between Lower-Rank and Middle-Rank is difficult to predict, but the Upper-Rank Grandmaster’s battle is without suspense. As long as Wang Boxiong and Chen Shouhu participate, the Upper-Rank Grandmasters will surely win two rounds. On the opposite side, even someone like Su Fenghe won’t do," Zhang Nanchao said.

"Su Fenghe has been famous for a long time, he may not necessarily lose to Chen Shouhu or Wang Boxiong," Zhu Wanlai replied.

Zhang Nanchao said, "If Su Fenghe were ten years younger, he might have a fifty percent chance of winning, but young fists are to be feared, and he has aged, lacking courage and vigour. On the other hand, Wang and Hu are in their prime and hold the top two positions among Upper-Rank Grandmasters in the Dragon Country, while others... are far behind."

"What do you think the outcome will be?"

Zhang Nanchao shook his head and said, "I cannot say. One side is an established great clan, the other is an emerging force; both could win or lose."

"However, the backers of the Sixteen Families..." Zhu Wanlai stopped mid-sentence.

The others acted as if they hadn’t heard it, and nobody picked up the topic.

Zhang Feng smiled and said, "Uncle Wanlai, I heard you also attended the Eighth Middle School, same as Zhou Leng."

Zhu Wanlai sighed and said, "Yes, indeed. Our Eighth Middle School was poised to produce two Grandmasters, Zhang Xinglie and Zhou Leng, but... during this year’s opening ceremony, Old Lu invited me back again, he... forget it, I won’t mention it. Do you know Zhou Leng?"

"We entered the Ancient River Ruins together; he is our senior brother," Zhang Feng said.

"Do you still acknowledge him as your senior brother?"

"Of course, we still ask him for Martial Arts guidance in the group, but he hasn’t responded recently. Once he feels better and his emotions stabilize, we plan to bring him back to the Ancient River Research Bureau to guide the Ancient River Sect disciples in their cultivation."

"That’s good, quite loyal," praised Zhu Wanlai.

"There are things we cannot control, but those shameless acts, we, the Ancient River Sect disciples, cannot do," Zhang Feng said.

Zhu Wanlai smiled and said, "I heard that the industries of the Sixteen Families are still frequently attacked?"

Zhang Feng shrugged and said, "Karma."

Zhang Nanchao coughed slightly, remembering that after Zhao Cong was promoted to Governor, he had mentioned that it was okay to talk about anything among family, but when outside, it was best not to bring up Zhou Leng.

Zhang Feng suddenly turned to someone slowly walking nearby and said in a low voice, "It looks like Li Shenkong, but he’s not carrying a sword." 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

People nearby looked over, confirming it was indeed Li Shenkong, and praised him.

"He’s too fierce. Did you see that video? As an Upper-Rank Grandmaster, he wielded an ordinary Legendary Sword and beheaded eighteen Demon Grandmasters in a row, even killing two Demon Grandmasters at the end. Unbelievable!"

"I saw it, it was inspiring. How old is he, maybe twenty-two or twenty-three, yet his strength surpasses that of Wang and Hu."

"He hasn’t even used the Star Sky Divine Sword. If he truly wielded it, he could wipe out half the Grandmasters from that battle."

"That’s a bit exaggerated; the Demons and Beastmen sides also have powerful Grandmasters."

"Li Shenkong fought without a single defeat, and in his last battle, he was forced to retreat by a dozen enemy Grandmasters."

"He is ultimately just one person and cannot influence the entire battle situation. There are far too many Demons."

"I heard that Xu Ming’s side was reduced to only a few people; it was tragic."

"Look, many people from the Sixteen Families are going to greet Li Shenkong."

Zhang Feng’s expression changed slightly, saying, "No way, is he supporting the Sixteen Families?"

"He is the grandson of a Martial Clan, closely related to the Zhao Clan. As long as he’s here, regardless of what happens, he can only go to the Sixteen Families. If he doesn’t pass on the message, the news of discord between the Li Clan and the Zhao Clan would spread around the world by that night."

"Huh? He doesn’t seem very interested in the people from the Sixteen Families... He’s been looking over at the Wang and Hu camp... Why is he coming towards us?"

People from the three factions were surprised to see that Li Shenkong neither went to the camp of the Sixteen Families nor to the Wang and Hu camp.

He walked to the neutral camp.

The three factions suddenly erupted in an uproar.

The older people were still hesitant, but Zhang Feng and a group of young people ignored this and that, all flocking to Li Shenkong.

They were already prepared to be ignored, because that was Li Shenkong.

From the first sword of Qi Blood to the first sword of Innate, and then to the first sword of Grandmaster, truly a martial arts legend.

Aside from widely known poor math and English scores, there were no other flaws.

Who knew Li Shenkong, despite being reserved with words, was polite to people, not as arrogant as rumored.

Many seized the chance to ask about martial arts, and Li Shenkong shared generously, everyone rushed to take serious notes.

As time slowly passed, suddenly, a quarrel emerged within the Tiger Bear faction.

Following that, a Grandmaster Martial Artist unexpectedly bowed to the crowd apologetically, then hurriedly ran off.

Then, several people left.

Zhang Feng and others quickly went to investigate, and even Li Shenkong listened with a frown.

In the Tiger Bear faction, several originally selected Grandmaster warriors suddenly left for unknown reasons.

Everyone looked around, casting glances at the sixteen factions.

"Never thought they’d use such underhanded tactics."

"I want to see what Chen Shouhu and Wang Boxiong will do when they arrive!"

Everyone slowly waited.

Soon, some people’s alarms went off.

"Nine o’clock, the agreed time has arrived."

"Strange."

"Too bad there’s no network, can’t make contact..."

Everyone looked at each other, feeling uneasy inside.

Shortly after, four Innate Martial Artists ran over from afar.

They watched the location of the sixteen factions for a long time before running to the Tiger Bear faction to explain the situation.

The Tiger Bear faction fell silent momentarily, then cursed collectively.

A few hot-tempered martial artists directly cursed the ancestors of the sixteen factions.

The neutral faction went to gather information, quickly obtaining news.

Just two hours ago, the Demon Alliance Army simultaneously attacked the Tree-man Base, Demon Spirit Base, and Steel Dwarves Base.

Meanwhile, deep in Shuizhou Demon City, they gathered, wanting to attack Huqiu Fortress and other key locations again.

Zhao Cong, the governor of Liangjiang, was authorized by the Supreme Court to personally mobilize and issue orders for some Grandmasters to join the army.

Orders are as unyielding as mountains; war is above all, Chen Shouhu and Wang Boxiong were forced to abandon the Life and Death Platform and follow Zhao Cong to the Demon gathering point.

"Not even pretending anymore..." Zhang Feng muttered.

"Shut up!" Zhang Nanchao scolded softly.

"What did I say?" Zhang Feng retorted.

"Do you think we don’t know what you’re saying?" Zhang Nanchao glared at his son harshly.

The crowd’s gaze deepened deliberately.

Some people looked at Li Shenkong.

Li Shenkong suddenly felt difficulty breathing.

In his ear, he even heard slight hallucinations.

He heard the sound of a flute, not knowing where it came from afar.

At this moment, people from the sixteen factions approached the Tiger Bear faction.

"Everyone, time is up, is the Grandmaster Life and Death Platform duel going to happen or not, give us a definitive answer! If you are going to duel, please select nine participants. If not, then consider this matter resolved, don’t keep entangling it."

On the opposite side, many people were so angered their faces turned purple, grinding their teeth.

Zhang Nanchao sighed and said, "The outcome is decided."

Everyone fell silent.

Without the Tiger Bear duo, losing the Upper-Rank Grandmaster battle was certain.

Moreover, several Grandmasters handpicked for the battle had left prematurely.

"As expected of the sixteen factions, as expected of the major clans, witnessed it." Zhang Feng and other Ancient River Sect disciples narrowed their eyes at the people of the sixteen factions.

One by one, they remembered them firmly.

The humiliation of the Ancient River Sect’s senior brother would not be forgotten lightly.

Li Shenkong narrowed his eyes, lightly moved his right fingers.

He looked at the people of the sixteen factions, then the martial artists of the Tiger Bear faction, among them, many were Grandmasters known for battle, some still suffering from injuries, most serving in the Demon City Army.

Li Shenkong thought of Chen Shouhu.

Hearing the flute beside him, he suddenly chuckled.

If the Life and Death Platform duel continued, he would join the Upper-Rank Grandmaster battle.

Count me in.

The Tiger Bear faction was leaderless, some insisted on fighting; no matter if they lost or died, they would fight.

Some believed with Chen Shouhu and Wang Boxiong absent, the Life and Death Platform battle should indeed be over.

As they were discussing, a young masked figure ran over from afar, suddenly stopped, and looked in this direction.

Some people glanced at him, then moved their eyes away, perhaps a passerby, perhaps late.

Only a few Upper-Rank and Grandmasters looked more closely at that person.

The Grandmaster aura, but somewhat unique.

Li Shenkong glanced and a familiar feeling rose in his heart.

Even though the other was masked, he recognized at a glance, it’s the mysterious Grandmaster who triggered the sword ring.

Looking at the person’s running route, seemed just passing by.