Martial Ascent to Divinity

A demigod beastman had 15 blood moons overhead, while the other had 12.

Now it is only a few days after the Ten Kings battle began; those who have more than ten blood moons are strong among the beastmen.

Zhou Leng immediately recognized the two demigod beastmen.

One was the Dim Blood, the other the Roaring Hoof, both very famous.

In the distance, there were four more scarred demigod beastmen watching the battle, with five to nine blood moons overhead.

The demigod beastmen had green skin all over, standing between three to five meters tall, with large canine teeth exposed, their bodies extremely strong and casually covered with some animal skins.

Several demigod beastmen glanced at Zhou Leng.

An ordinary green-skinned orc, with one blood moon hanging overhead.

The demigod beastmen frowned, wondering where this newly ascended demigod beastman came from?

He looked quite young, obviously a new little guy from some tribe.

"What’s your name?" One of the spectating demigod beastmen shouted.

"Gul’dan." Zhou Leng made up a name offhandedly.

"Gul’dan? Never heard of it, which tribe?"

"From the Madaha tribe, a small tribe. I just ascended from outside and came in." Zhou Leng said.

"Just ascended, no wonder we don’t know you..."

The newly ascended demigod beastmen glanced at each other, a flicker in their eyes.

Zhou Leng instantly understood their look and thought to himself that there were a total of six demigod beastmen here, all the ultimate warriors. They were scattered everywhere; if he couldn’t deal with them in one fell swoop, someone might abandon their blood moon and escape outside, easily exposing his identity.

So, he brushed his knuckles against his nose and secretly sent the Dragon Blood from his starry pouch into his mouth, sealing it with power.

With an innocent face, he walked toward the few newly ascended demigod beastmen.

The demigod beastmen remained silent, still hesitating.

Suddenly, Zhou Leng exploded, charging at the demigod beastman with five blood moons overhead.

In an instant, the four spectating newly ascended demigods were dumbfounded.

Are you blind? Can’t you see each of us has multiple blood moons overhead, yet you, a newcomer, dare to ambush us?

We were still hesitating on when to ambush you, yet you acted first?

The spectating four demigods were outraged, especially the target demigod beastman by Zhou Leng, who cursed loudly and swung a punch in response.

Boom!

Their fists collided, causing an explosion, drawing even the battling two demigod beastmen to glance this way.

"Puff..."

Zhou Leng spat out blood, turned, and ran.

"You’re strong..."

The attacked demigod beastman was surprised by the opponent’s weak punching power, enraged, and chased after without hesitation.

Not far away, around a hill, Zhou Leng suddenly turned back.

The demigod beastman snorted coldly, punched, red Qi Blood engulfing him like flames, roaring and...

Swoosh...

Zhou Leng darted past, beheading the demigod beastman, by the way, took his blood, sealed it in his mouth, then smeared plenty of his blood on himself.

He stowed away the demigod beastman’s corpse, with six blood moons overhead, staggered back.

As Zhou Leng approached, those demigod beastmen showed doubtful expressions.

"He was severely injured, letting me take advantage; he’s already left..." Zhou Leng spat blood in front of the five demigod beastmen.

The three spectating demigod beastmen gently nodded, at times like these, injuries were possible.

However...

Boom!

Zhou Leng stomped the ground, dashing at the demigod beastman with six blood moons overhead.

The demigod beastman looked at this young demigod beastman like he was crazy.

"Damn brat..."

The demigod beastman, having never been so insulted, charged at Zhou Leng in public.

Zhou Leng, however, feigned a strike, shouting: "You’re too strong, I won’t fight."

Turned and ran.

A dignified demigod, how could he let the taunting one get away, pursued him.

Around the small hill...

Bang!

The demigod beastman hadn’t reacted yet, but his skull was shattered with a punch.

Zhou Leng smeared more blood on himself, with twelve blood moons overhead, staggered back.

Seeing this young orc returning, the remaining four demigod beastmen became uneasy.

What kind of lunatic demigod is this?

"He was severely injured, letting me take advantage; he’s already left..."

Zhou Leng repeated his previous line.

The demigod beastmen were both angry and helpless; beastmen were foolish, but not so stupid as to notice some odd tendencies.

The two battling demigod beastmen also stopped fighting, looked over.

Zhou Leng glanced and realized he underestimated the intelligence of demigod beastmen.

Nonetheless, four were much fewer than six.

"Stop, what are you doing?" the demigod beastman with seven blood moons above said, aware there’s a pattern that the next one would be him.

The other three demigod beastmen were still confused, never witnessing such a situation, hence didn’t even contemplate escaping.

"For the tribe!" Zhou Leng suddenly accelerated, crashed heavily into the demigod beastman with seven blood moons overhead.

That demigod beastman swung his large axe; Zhou Leng sped up upon approach, avoided the hundred-meter-long ax-blade light, and slammed into the demigod beastman.

Puff...

Puff...

Both spat blood.

The demigod beastman flew skyward; while midair, Zhou Leng charged at another demigod.

A hundred meters distance reached in the blink of an eye.

That demigod wore half-divine artifact gloves, struck with a straight punch.

Boom! Blood-red Qi Force gushed out like a light beam.

Zhou Leng swept his left hand through, dispersing the blood-red Qi Force, distanced a palm from afar.

Bang!

With a massive palm imprint on the demigod beastman’s chest, crushed armor, pierced through the chest and abdomen, the intense tension propelled his body, scraping the ground backward.

His feet plowed the ground, leaving deep furrows, raising a light dust.

One flew high in the air, the other slid across the ground, yet to halt, Zhou Leng already rushed near the last two demigod beastmen.

Those two demigod beastmen instinctively prepared to fight, but still hadn’t grasped the situation.

Most baffling, they were two hundred meters apart, yet this newly ascended demigod charged between them, striking both simultaneously.

Such a distance, yet at once...

Boom!

Two white punch waves seemed like two white high-speed trains exceeding Mach 30, instantly reaching the two demigod beastmen.

The two demigod beastmen gave their all, one defending, one counterattacking.

Boom!

Boom!

White punch waves continued onward, leaving two battered bodies flying in the air.

Their bodies hurt immensely; still in midair, spinning but remaining barely conscious.

Both saw the demigod beastman flying high land, as the sliding on the ground fell.

Then, a shadow streaked by.

Two severed heads detached from the bodies.

Zhou Leng quickly cleaned the battlefield, glanced at the blood moons overhead, couldn’t bother counting, smeared himself with demigod beastman’s blood, ripped his clothes.

Lightly shook his right arm, letting it droop, bending his forearm backward, feigning severe injury.

Then, holding a mouthful of blood, headed toward the next blood moon spot.

Upon seeing the next demigod beastman with blood moons overhead, Zhou Leng hurriedly stopped, spat blood, staggered as he reversed direction and ran.

That demigod beastman delightedly pursued quickly.