Martial Ascent to Divinity-Chapter 480 - 464: Throwing the Spear

Suddenly, a magical barrier was attacked by a demonized cannon, and its surface cracked open.

Zhou Leng stepped forward, channeling his entire Qi blood and strength, his body like a great bow, fiercely launching a steel javelin.

The surging True Qi enveloped the steel javelin, and such a mighty spear was subtly twisted and deformed due to the terrifying power of the True Qi.

Boom!

The supersonic javelin almost instantly pierced through the Demon Spirit Shield and struck a late Vitality Stage Demon Warlock.

The caster’s body was already fragile, let alone when faced with a javelin carrying massive kinetic energy and True Qi destruction.

With a loud bang, the Demon Warlock was blown in half, the powerful True Qi eroding his body.

Some spells and arrows flew towards him.

Zhou Leng immediately sidestepped and ran, knowing that even though such spells and arrows couldn’t hurt him, he couldn’t afford to be careless.

Arriving at a new section of the wall, he found the barrier damaged, launched again, and killed an Innate Beastman Shaman.

Just like that, Zhou Leng only aimed to assassinate the spellcasters of the demons, regardless of whether they were Innate or not.

No matter which world, the cost and time to cultivate spellcasters far exceed those of ordinary warriors.

The same goes for humans; many technical and research personnel seem insignificant, their lives mostly obscure, yet they are part of countless great achievements.

As night fell, Zhou Leng maneuvered effortlessly, the glowing magical lights on the wall making them perfect targets.

After throwing a full thousand steel javelins, Zhou Leng finally felt fatigued and turned to leave.

Captain Zhi Liao of the Hidden Martial Artist Team, obeying Chen Shouhu’s orders, kept observing Zhou Leng with a demonized telescope.

When Zhou Leng returned, he looked at Zhou Leng’s arm and asked, "How many javelins did you throw?"

"A thousand," he replied.

"What were the results?"

"About a 95% death rate."

"Go back and rest," he said.

Zhou Leng returned to his tent, rubbed his sore right arm, and practiced Qi manipulation for recovery.

Zhi Liao recorded and sent the relevant information to Chen Shouhu.

After sending it, he looked at the unbelievable numbers and sighed softly.

A thousand supersonic javelin throws, not to mention a Bone Forging Stage, even a Great Innate would have their flesh torn asunder.

Yet, this man looked fine, with only a slightly reddened arm, no other signs of issues.

Through the demonized telescope, he saw all the targets were spellcasters.

A thousand spellcasters; it might not seem much, but in reality, it’s incredibly shocking.

Among demons, spellcasters make up roughly one in thirty, and Vitality and Innate spellcasters are the elite, accounting for nearly one percent.

Today, Zhou Leng killed a thousand spellcasters, practically wiping out the elite spellcasters of a hundred-thousand-strong army.

During the deep night battle, the Human Race retreated.

Upon completing his cultivation, Zhou Leng opened his eyes and perused the Ancient River Sect’s "Innate Pavilion" records of Innate cultivation techniques.

Soon, he found a set of javelin techniques called "Great Meteor Technique."

It wasn’t Inner Power or technique, but a skill of channeling Qi blood and inner strength to enhance throwing ability.

Legend has it that this cultivation technique is a foundational branch of the divine martial art "Celestial Ember Driving Stars," with the complete technique allowing even the First Layer practitioner to drive stars to attack, grand and domineering.

Zhou Leng had already passed the high-level civilization’s child test, his translation skills astounding, mastering the basic Blood Transport technique overnight.

The next morning, Zhou Leng joined the first wave of the assault team and participated in the attack, using a Demon Spirit Ring to alter his appearance.

Like yesterday, he didn’t climb the city wall or engage in close combat, only seeking opportunities to kill spellcasters, and secondly, unprepared Innates.

Unlike yesterday, Zhou Leng repeatedly used "Great Meteor Technique," initially failing to grasp it, often throwing inaccurately.

The original target was lucky, the surrounding demons unlucky, dying inexplicably.

Zhi Liao, watching through a telescope from afar, was initially amazed by the remarkable and unpredictable javelin throws of the Monkey King, unable to guess the trajectory.

But he soon realized it was simply off target.

Zhi Liao smiled wryly but then had a slight change in expression.

Could it be the Monkey King threw too much yesterday and injured himself?

He observed calmly, this Monkey King didn’t care for his body at all.

Let’s see, if the injury worsens, I’ll forcibly drag him back to camp.

Thus, Zhi Liao focused more on observing Zhou Leng’s right arm and body.

By the afternoon, Zhi Liao was perplexed.

The javelin throwing not only recovered but became faster, more accurate, and evidently more powerful.

"Did he practice javelin technique all morning?"

By late night, Zhou Leng returned again, having thrown one thousand two hundred javelins today.

As yesterday, he changed his appearance every two hours, sometimes into Zhang Xinglie, sometimes into Song Juesi, and sometimes into Zhao He, familiar and unfamiliar faces all replaced.

After resting, he continued to delve into learning "Great Meteor Technique."

Perhaps this technique resonated with his True Qi or other cultivation techniques, the more he used it, the more adept and fond he became.

As the sun rose, the third day of battle began, Zhou Leng arriving again at the battlefield, using the methods of Great Meteor Technique.

Today’s javelin throwing skills advanced another step.

By evening, a rough statistic, 100% hit rate, 99% death rate.

By the fifth day, the number of spellcasters on the wall decreased, Zhou Leng’s frequency of action lowered.

Soon, Zhou Leng recalled his past experiences by Tai Lake.

Calculating carefully, in four days alone, he had killed nearly four thousand spellcasters.

The remaining spellcasters began to distance from the wall, with few visible outside it anymore.

Thus, Zhou Leng began shifting his target, killing both Casters and Innates.

With the Great Meteor Technique, the success rate of killing Innates at this distance increased significantly.

The overall commander of Huqiu Fortress is the Celestial Calamity Envoy.

However, he rarely participates in the battle command of Huqiu Fortress, as he needs to command all the demon armies of Shuizhou Fortress.

The one truly in charge of Huqiu Fortress is a Four-sided Duke, Sifang’s Horn.

He once entered the underground passage of the Tree-man World, was pursued by the Blood of Tyranny, and through scheming against other Grandmasters, preserved his own life, avoiding the venomous hands of the Blood of Tyranny.

A few days ago, the battle reports were normal.

But in recent days, the battle situation has become peculiar.

The death rate of the Casters has more than doubled.

After asking around, there were no results, ultimately attributing it to the position of the Casters being too forward a few days ago, while the opponent had excellent javelin throwers, or possibly being killed by demonized cannons.

The human army outside the fortress also began to wonder.

The casualty rate of the Martial Artists has noticeably decreased, especially the number of seriously ill ones affected by complex spells, which has sharply reduced.

Upon investigating, they discovered that the battle merits of someone called Monkey King were very peculiar.

The battle merits for killing Casters were significantly more than those of ordinary Demons of the same realm, with their captain, Zhi Liao, helping to verify the merits and attaching video evidence.

The commanders reviewed the battle merit videos provided by Zhi Liao repeatedly.

"Is this Monkey King really that fierce?"

"By Tai Lake, he was a target bearer, Sea Siren killer, third mine super achievement holder, first-class battle hero, and now at Huqiu battlefield, he became a mage killer. If the battle merits are correct, he alone, is equivalent to exterminating all the elite Casters of a fifty-thousand strong demon army."

"I suspect that now the entire Huqiu Fortress doesn’t even have four thousand elite Casters left."

"Earlier estimates, without considering ordinary Casters, but only elite Casters at the Vitality Stage and above, Huqiu Fortress had about fifteen thousand strong. Then, Monkey King alone took out a third?"

"Martial Arts Hua Tuo deleted their account, transformed into Poison Refining Hand Hua Tuo, inversely saving several thousand of our martial artists."

"Prolonging time, maybe saved tens of thousands."

"The key is how sneaky he is; at the start, he would change his appearance every two hours, then from yesterday onwards, every half hour. Plus, he was always on the move, always running, who has time to constantly watch one person?"

"He alone leveraged one corner of Huqiu Fortress, just like how he single-handedly reversed Tai Lake battle and the third mine battle."

"Not counting strategic military merits, only counting battle military merits for killing enemies, he’s way ahead, probably more than eighty times that of the second place..."

"This is a little scary."

"Consult the higher-ups to upgrade the confidentiality level, this data has already surpassed all past Martial Saints..."

On the seventh day, it became increasingly difficult for Zhou Leng to see the Casters from under the city, and Innate Martial Artists were also quite vigilant, greatly reducing the kill rate.

Zhou Leng began to shift his focus to killing elite archers and spear-throwing demons, especially enjoying taking down the Hundred-Eyed Bow.

By Tai Lake’s shore, he was shot into a target bearer by the Hundred-Eyed Bow.

The number of Casters significantly decreased, and more Martial Artists climbed onto the city walls.

Occasionally, Zhou Leng jumped onto the city wall, throwing spears along the edge of the wall, hunting Casters and Innates.

Whenever demons pressed in, he would immediately retreat from the wall.

Now is not the time for a full assault; fighting desperately to charge in, even if going up, they would be beaten back.

Rather than making reckless sacrifices, it’s better to effectively wound the enemy.

With fewer worthwhile targets to kill, Zhou Leng started to adjust his targets.

He occasionally began to eliminate elite Demons, especially those attacking Human Martial Artists and gaining the upper hand.

Thus, the force didn’t need to be so strong, allowing him to increase the projection frequency by reducing the force.

On the tenth night, Zhou Leng left the battlefield to rest.

The members of the Hidden Martial Artist team looked at Zhou Leng, their eyes filled with respect.

Zhi Liao asked, "It seems like you cast more today, roughly how many spears?"

Zhou Leng glanced at what was left, and said, "Today, I threw three thousand two hundred spears, mostly at low-value targets."

"Low value..." Zhi Liao was speechless.

After sleeping, Zhou Leng received news upon waking.

Chen Shouhu and the entire Martial Arts Brigade, leading a 200,000-strong Martial Artist army, had already set out.

On the eleventh day, the Martial Arts Brigade arrived.

The atmosphere of the entire battlefield abruptly tightened.

Even those who don’t understand strategy and tactics know what the arrival of Chen Shouhu and the Martial Arts Brigade signifies.

That day, Chen Shouhu summoned all the Innates to adjust the battle plan.

The real siege battle began.

On the twelfth day, the sun rose in the east, and the first light illuminated Shuizhou Demon City.

Initially, ordinary Martial Artists were dispatched, seemingly as usual.

But not long after, groups of Innate Demon Spirit Masters and Innate Martial Artists reached near the city walls.

Demonized shells bombarded the city wall ten times denser than usual, causing an absolute energy suppression, making it impossible for the demons on top to attack the humans outside the walls.

Beyond the walls, the Innate Demon Spirit Masters cast spells.

Rumble...

Large sections of the city wall collapsed, with a vast amount of rubble being either devoured by spells or teleported away.

In less than a quarter of an hour, almost two of the four walls disappeared into thin air.

"Slay the Demons!"

"Slay the Demons!"

Countless Martial Artists charged into Huqiu Fortress.

Street fighting, far more brutal than siege warfare, began.