Martial Ascent to Divinity-Chapter 417 - 402: Illusion Technique

Very quickly, wounds began to continuously appear on Zhou Leng’s body.

However, all the wounds, whether caused by spells or normal attacks, healed in an extremely short time.

As a result, as the fight went on, Zhou Leng’s skin remained smooth and tender, with not a single scar visible.

On the other hand, the Battle Chariot of Flesh and Blood and the Radiance of the Bright Candle sustained more and more wounds.

The war chariot of the Flesh and Blood Chariot began to twist, its arms were repeatedly broken by Zhou Leng and regrown multiple times.

The chest, abdomen, and shoulders of the Radiance of the Bright Candle were injured in many places, and both hands were cracked all over.

Zhou Leng hadn’t attacked his hands, but his sword often struck Zhou Leng’s body, causing his hands to be vibrated painfully.

However, his whole body shone with magical light, making even Zhou Leng unable to see clearly.

The Battle Chariot of Flesh and Blood shouted loudly, "Demon Warlock, curse Zhou Leng!"

The eyes of the Radiance of the Bright Candle flashed, and he did not stop it.

Five demon warlocks in the team simultaneously cast their spells.

The innate-level curses kept falling on Zhou Leng.

Heart of Chaos, Terrifying Death, Nightmare Arrival, Blurred Vision, Disease Spread...

The demons could only helplessly watch as the effects were there, but not significant.

"Your martial arts willpower is so strong." The tone of the Radiance of the Bright Candle was no longer as firm as before, but mixed with evident helplessness.

He had given it his all and still couldn’t do anything to Zhou Leng.

Suddenly, Zhou Leng found an opportunity, grabbed the Battle Chariot of Flesh and Blood fiercely, and hurled it towards the Radiance of the Bright Candle as if throwing a hammer throw.

The two powerful demons flew backward, rolling out dozens of meters, quickly getting up, and stared at Zhou Leng from front and back.

At this very moment, from one of the passages in the hall, a team of people emerged.

This team was positioned diagonally in front of Zhou Leng, but Zhou Leng was only looking ahead, with his sides obscured by illusions, preventing him from seeing them.

Gong Futian and Rao Mingxian walked out of the passage entrance.

The moment he saw Zhou Leng, Gong Futian couldn’t hold back, and without thinking, he charged straight toward the Radiance of the Bright Candle, ready to kill Zhou Leng for revenge for his junior martial brother Tian Wenhua and cousin Fan Yongrui.

Gong Futian shouted, "Radiance of the Bright Candle, I am here to assist you."

Rao Mingxian gritted his teeth and shouted, "Be careful, Senior Gong, Zhou Leng is very strong."

Rao Mingxian glanced at Zhou Leng’s wrist, noticing he wasn’t wearing the Demonized Watch, suggesting it was in the Magic Spirit Bag.

He sighed internally. Just now, when the two got close, the Demonized Watch had received signals, but Zhou Leng hadn’t noticed.

He looked around, contemplating strategies to help Zhou Leng escape.

Whether Gong Futian rushed over or Rao Mingxian’s shout, Zhou Leng, who was trapped in the illusion, neither saw nor heard it.

Zhou Leng took a deep breath, his shoulders and back slightly sinking, his feet stepping firmly on the ground. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Like a giant elephant about to run.

The power of Blood Shock infused his entire body.

His tattered clothes were entirely ripped apart.

The previously hidden strength was fully unleashed.

Having fully understood the attack methods of the demon warriors, he decided to act unexpectedly and settle the Radiance of the Bright Candle with all his strength.

Zhou Leng’s legs suddenly expanded twofold, like two large pillars, stomping hard on the ground.

Zhou Leng suddenly soared forward, with the earth collapsing behind him and a ring of dust exploding and spreading.

War Stomp.

The speed continuously increased, increased, and eventually, exceeded 255 meters per second.

75% of the speed of sound.

The terrifying gravity still applied to him, but in the process of running, Zhou Leng seemed like a giant whale leaping out, gathering energy before falling towards the sea surface.

Falling Whale Force.

Turning the hindering gravity into attacking strength.

Zhou Leng, like a humanoid cannonball, charged straight toward the Radiance of the Bright Candle and the Battle Chariot of Flesh and Blood.

The Radiance of the Bright Candle and the Battle Chariot of Flesh and Blood were startled by Zhou Leng’s earlier power, tightly watching Zhou Leng, fearing any distraction.

As for Gong Futian’s arrival, they didn’t care at all.

It was already so strenuous dealing with Zhou Leng, what use was a peak Blood Shock like Gong Futian?

However, they didn’t expect Gong Futian to actually charge over.

Zhou Leng was rushing over in just the right direction.

Thus, everyone saw Gong Futian rush to the front of Zhou Leng.

Being surrounded by illusions, Zhou Leng only caught a glimpse of a shadow flashing past in the last moment from the diagonal front.

The relative speed between the two sides already far exceeded the speed of sound.

Boom!

Zhou Leng collided with Gong Futian, like a giant elephant stepping on a wild dog while running, his body didn’t even flicker.

Gong Futian was struck as if by a bullet train at full speed, his chest and abdomen collapsed suddenly, then exploded, splitting into pieces, scattering like flowers, with blood splattering everywhere.

Gong Futian’s head, connected to a small part of his chest, fell to the ground, his eyes blankly staring at the cave ceiling.

Some past words flashed in his mind.

"In fifty moves, even if Zhou Leng is a top-tier genius, his lack of experience will allow me to take him down in fifty moves."

"The Mountain and River Origin is very powerful."

"Seventy moves. This time, it might take seventy moves to kill Zhou Leng."

Now, how many moves did that count as?

Gong Futian stared wide-eyed, breathed his last.

Rao Mingxian looked at Zhou Leng, exhaling a sigh of relief.

"He is indeed Zhou Leng."

Zhang Xiaoxiao also arrived with his people and quietly watched.

Zhou Leng hadn’t initially seen Gong Futian, thinking that the Radiance of the Bright Candle’s illusion was truly amazing, with visual and auditory sensations just like a real person, except the impact felt flimsy like paper, obviously not real.

Zhou Leng’s sudden realization hit him.

No matter how powerful the illusion, it was still imperfect.

Just as the Radiance of the Bright Candle, no matter how strong his spells, they couldn’t hide his weaknesses.

Powerful martial strength was the real foundation.

Illusions were merely the deceit of the weak!

Zhou Leng, with a speed surpassing the Radiance of the Bright Candle’s reaction, charged forward and executed an Iron Mountain Lean.

His body fell like a whale, shoulder and arm slamming into a mountain.

Boom!

Unparalleled terrifying power struck the Radiance of the Bright Candle.

The protective spell shattered in an instant, his shoulder and arm hitting precisely in the chest.

Crack...

This Iron Mountain Lean was even more ferocious than the one he had charged at Gong Futian earlier.

The full power of the Falling Whale Force combined with the Blood Shock True Qi, instantly unleashed ten times the force of his previous strike.

The Flesh and Blood War Chariot’s expression changed dramatically; its eight arms spread wide, charging forward to grab the Radiance of the Bright Candle.

Zhou Leng, along with the Radiance of the Bright Candle, crashed into the rectangular body of the Flesh and Blood War Chariot.

The screeching sound of steel twisting exploded, a sound so piercing it made one’s teeth ache.

The steel shell of the war chariot indented deeply, trapping the Radiance of the Bright Candle.

His chest and abdomen were smashed into pulp, surrounding bones cracking inch by inch, leaving only his head and legs intact.

The giant force collision, compressing upwards, squeezed blood and chunks of organs into his mouth.

As he opened his mouth, blood and flesh sprayed forth.

The Flesh and Blood War Chariot groaned, lowly in pain, its steel shell deeply embedded in the flesh, horrific shockwaves rippling through its body, causing cracks all over the surface.

Zhou Leng glanced down at his shoulder and arm, bruises fading visibly.

The surface of the bones beneath the flesh was cracking but was also swiftly repairing.

At this moment, Cyan Flame, Vigorous Root, Silver Lake Moon, along with Xiaoyong, rushed out from another passage, looking towards the scene.

Zhou Leng, seizing the momentum, dashed forward, crashing towards the Radiance of the Bright Candle’s head.

"Die..."

The Radiance of the Bright Candle’s eyes exploded, two clusters of pitch-black High-Level Demon flames merged, forming a towering fire pillar dozens of meters high, descending from the sky, striking Zhou Leng.

Black flames like night, blooming like flowers, burning fiercely like the wind.

Great Demon Flames Explosion.

The scorching force ignited the surrounding air within dozens of meters, shattering the ground, a white shockwave sweeping in all directions, sending stones and dust skyward, everyone instinctively raising arms to shield themselves.

The Flesh and Blood War Chariot, so robust, yet like paper, was lifted by the terrifying impact, rolling continuously upon hitting the ground.

"Zhou Leng!"

"Brother Zhou Leng!"

"My Duke!"

Cyan Flame, Vigorous Root, Rao Mingxian, Zhang Xiaoxiao, Silver Lake Moon, and others shouted in unison, rushing towards Zhou Leng regardless of danger.

Bear Mountain Monument blinked at the scene.

It’s understandable for teammates to rush to Zhou Leng, but why were the two Demon Worshipers running towards Zhou Leng too?

Everyone moved through the debris-filled air, looking towards Zhou Leng’s location.

The ground cracked, forming a basin over thirty meters in diameter.

Zhou Leng lay in the middle of the basin, his whole body charred black.

The charred skin cracked inch by inch, revealing a pink hue at the splits.

"Brother Zhou Leng!" cried Zhang Xiaoxiao, heartbroken, as her friends were only Zhou Leng and Zhang Xinglie, and recently, she had become closer to Zhou Leng, not having seen Zhang Xinglie.

Rao Mingxian was filled with guilt; had he sneaked away earlier to notify Zhou Leng, perhaps this could have been avoided.

Silver Lake Moon’s vision blurred with tears; after receiving a legacy, she discovered she had gained the Elf Saintess’s power, all thanks to Zhou Leng.

But now, her Duke was on the brink of death.

Cyan Flame and Vigorous Root wore expressions of sorrow.

Vigorous Root asked, "That magic is powerful?"

Cyan Flame sighed, "Great Demon Flames Explosion, it’s the sealed strike of a Grandmaster Demon Warlock. Even with the protection of the Mother Tree Leather Armor, it’s impossible to diminish such overwhelming damage quickly."

"Didn’t you say he has fire resistance?"

"Great Demon Flames Explosion, is it something an Innate can resist? Look at his skin, scorched beyond recognition. I have so many magic potions, yet not only am I unable to heal, but I also don’t dare to touch it, fearing it might shatter at the slightest touch. Look at his cracked wounds, the tender pink, all injuries... hmm?"

Cyan Flame stepped closer, raising a hand to stop the others.

"No, beneath those charred cracks, it’s not wounds; it’s new skin."

Silver Lake Moon wiped her tears and rejoiced, "His Highness has gained a better legacy; he’ll definitely be alright."

The pitch-black carbonized figure suddenly sat up.

"Ah..."

The nearby people were startled, Bear Mountain Monument clamped his legs, nearly scared to wet himself.

"Why are you all looking at me like this..."

Zhou Leng looked down, startled to find himself charred black with cracks everywhere.

"Hiss... it hurts a little."

Saying this, he peeled off a layer of charred skin, revealing pink, tender skin underneath, just regrown, like a baby’s skin.

Zhou Leng manipulated True Qi, giving a light shake.

The True Qi surged, causing all the charred skin and flesh to fall off.

A completely bare, pink adult appeared.

"Ah..." Zhang Xiaoxiao quickly covered her face and turned around.

Silver Lake Moon, blushing, took out a thin leaf blanket to cover Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng, a blush on his tender face, took clothes from the Magic Spirit Bag and put them on.

The best Magic Spirit Bag he had was only lightly damaged, while two others were severely damaged, so he replaced them.

Cyan Flame looked at the bald-headed Zhou Leng and said, "You’ve grown stronger and bald."

"Hmm?"

Soon, everyone incredulously saw Zhou Leng’s black hair sprouting at a visible rate.

"Amazing..." murmured Bear Mountain Monument.

"Hey..."

Zhou Leng was about to greet, but Rao Mingxian accelerated to leave.

Zhang Xiaoxiao said, "He’s just a coward."