Martial Ascent to Divinity

The Gold Yuanhong sighed helplessly, "You rascal, giving you good advice, but you don’t appreciate it."

Zhou Leng said, "I’m still studying the rules here, completely unaware of the current situation. We humans usually think before we act. It’s not my habit to just follow your words directly."

The Gold Yuanhong glared, "Your status may be high, but I am your elder. Is it wrong for you to listen to me?"

"I think the reason you’ve become a demigod is precisely because you didn’t always listen to your elders."

The Gold Yuanhong laughed heartily, "There’s truth in that. In the human world, you follow human customs, but when on the Giant battlefield, you must follow Giant rules. What’s the point of saying so much crap? Let’s just have a match! The blood moons above my head aren’t obtained through talk."

Above his head, three blood moons were suspended.

"That’s reasonable." Zhou Leng looked at Gold Yuanhong without fear.

The Gold Yuanhong said, "But don’t worry, you are after all a hero of the Giant Race, I’ll only use eighty percent of my power."

As Gold Yuanhong spoke, his gaze changed, spreading a fierce intent.

The air around trembled, sounds of rocks crashing could be heard, as his entire body was covered with a layer of golden rock armor.

At the same time, twisting black lines like black snakes crawled all over his body.

An ancient and vast aura surged forth.

This demigod Giant seemed to have come from the wilderness.

He growled lowly, leaped forward, and suddenly appeared in front of Zhou Leng, throwing a punch.

Before the giant fist, the air around the wrist exploded like a flower, and a column-shaped Qi force extended from the front of the fist, like a wave of light spraying forward.

Zhou Leng sensed that Gold Yuanhong indeed held back, and used... fifty percent of his power.

He reached out, opened his left palm, and as the pure white column Qi force smashed on it, it splashed like water in all directions, completely blocked outside the palm.

A moment later, the giant fist, over a meter in diameter, shattered the air and fell in front of the left palm.

The tenfold difference between the fist and palm collided, shaking the sky, and the Qi force exploded.

Crack...

The ground between them shook and cracked.

The wild wind stirred the earth and grass, scattering them to the sides.

The Qi force dissipated.

Zhou Leng’s left hand firmly blocked Gold Yuanhong’s right fist, preventing it from advancing an inch.

Gold Yuanhong fiercely pulled back his fist, but astonishingly it didn’t budge, securely locked by Zhou Leng’s palm power.

"Good!" Gold Yuanhong was delighted rather than angry and punched out with his left fist.

This time, he struck with all his might, compressing an air light sphere above his left fist.

This punch was enough to shatter towering mountains.

Zhou Leng extended his right palm to block firmly.

His palms locked Gold Yuanhong’s fists, gently used force, and lifted upwards.

Gold Yuanhong’s feet left the ground, suspended in mid-air.

Zhou Leng gently pushed outward with both palms, causing Gold Yuanhong’s massive body to stumble backwards, eventually landing heavily, creating a deep pit.

"Your power..."

Gold Yuanhong was greatly surprised, not only by the opponent’s strength but also by the extremely skillful Qi force that disrupted his balance during the retreat.

He couldn’t understand why a newly promoted demigod, after a few months, was so strong.

Could the rumors be true, that Zhou Leng is the eternally unrivaled one in the same realm, the legendary Eternal King?

Just then, a voice came from afar: "How could the genius of the Gold family be thrown to the ground by an outsider?"

Both turned their heads and saw that Yuanfeng Dong, the demigod from Yuanfeng’s family, was approaching from afar, with two blood moons suspended above his head.

Amongst the Giant families, though there is no major enmity, there are competitive relationships.

Gold Yuanhong and Yuanfeng Dong were both newly promoted demigods, having fought since childhood.

Gold Yuanhong glared at Yuanfeng Dong, sitting on the ground without getting up, "He is my future nephew-in-law, I only used half my strength, and lost. Don’t you accept it? If you defeat him, the blood moons above my head are yours."

"Hmm? Are you sure?" Yuanfeng Dong asked.

"I, Gold Yuanhong, a dignified demigod, when have I ever reneged on my words?"

Yuanfeng Dong looked towards Zhou Leng, "If you join the Yuanfeng family, I’ll protect you entirely."

"You should find someone else," Zhou Leng replied.

"Then pardon me, Gold Yuanhong, watch closely. Also..." Yuanfeng Dong looked towards Zhou Leng, "Unlike him, whoever I make a move against, I go all out!"

He finished speaking, gathering all his power, covering himself in thick ice armor. Above his head, an ice crown emerged, shining brightly.

Gold Yuanhong puckered his mouth, not forgetting to show off during battle.

Yuanfeng Dong struck with a fist, causing ice to gather wherever his body moved, seemingly forming a continuous line of icy mountains.

Before the giant fist, the icy punch light spread.

Seeing his opponent in full effort, Zhou Leng slightly increased his strength, adding basic fist techniques.

The two fists clashed mid-air.

Zhou Leng’s feet sunk into the ground by a centimeter, Yuanfeng Dong groaned, his twenty-meter-high massive body flew backward, spitting blood from his mouth, his armor shattered, scattering ice fragments.

Boom!

He fell heavily to the ground, struggling to get up, looking at his right arm.

The right arm was swollen and filled with blood, with muscle fibers tearing inside.

He recalled Zhou Leng’s attack, raising his head to ask, "You didn’t go all out?"

"Hmm."

Yuanfeng Dong turned to glare at Gold Yuanhong, "You set me up!"

Gold Yuanhong crossed his arms, "Why don’t you bite me?"

At this moment, a demigod voice shouted from afar.

"All demigods, heed: Zhou Leng was framed by the Dragon Race and sent to our Giant battleground. The clan elders have decided to fully support Zhou Leng, supporting him to become the new emperor of the Giants, then transfer him to the Giant Dragon Ten Emperor battleground to compete for the new emperor."

"Of course, if anyone disagrees, they may challenge Zhou Leng at their discretion..."

Following that, many demigods shouted, covering the entire battlefield.

Gold Yuanhong and Yuanfeng Dong exchanged a glance, since it’s the clan elder’s decision...

"Zhou Leng is here, let’s gather together to resolve this," Yuanfeng Dong shouted.

The other demigods communicated, and soon, the newly promoted demigods of the Giant Race gathered here.

The Giant Race has profound heritage, even though some newly promoted demigods have been defeated and left, it still gathered three to four hundred newly promoted demigods.

These giants varied in height and appearance, the tallest reaching thirty meters, the shortest only five or six meters.

Scattered around, each exuded an overwhelming presence, stirring the nearby atmosphere into a frenzy with strong winds roaring chaotically.

"Brother Zhou Leng!"

Gold Li laughed as she ran over, shattering the ground and crouching beside Zhou Leng, smiling.

She wore gold armor, robust in form, radiating the beauty of power.

Mountain River Celestial Peak, most familiar with Zhou Leng, felt inexplicable emotion upon seeing Zhou Leng’s figure.

A few years ago, his son Mountain and River Origin, undoubtedly was the top in Blue Star’s Qi Blood Realm, and Zhou Leng was unknown.

Now, Mountain and River Origin still remained in the Grandmaster Realm, while Zhou Leng had already ascended to demigod.

Far surpassing, leading ahead.

Having witnessed Zhou Leng’s power in True King Land, he clearly understood this person’s strength.

Mountain River Celestial Peak walked while saying, "Dear Giant friends, Zhou Leng not only has a unique status, but his strength also exceeds imagination. To prevent the Dragon Race from benefiting, I suggest we refrain from fighting him and give all our blood moons to him."