Martial Ascent to Divinity-Chapter 481 - 465: Counteroffensive

At the beginning, Zhou Leng continued using the javelin, but soon realized that in the chaotic street battle, the pure efficiency of the javelin was no longer sufficient.

He put away his spear.

He didn’t use the broadsword Molten Wall, as he hadn’t refined his blade technique, and the Molten Wall was better suited for killing weaker demons.

This time, he took out the legendary longsword, Frost Cry.

Although this sword had been used in the Tree-man World, against numerous Innate Demon masters, using a sword was the most appropriate choice.

Zhou Leng, clad in camouflage, charged into the battlefield.

With sword in hand, he entered Huqiu, Frost Cry illuminating the demons.

The Star Orbit Swordsmanship had already achieved Minor Achievement.

A Bone Forging Flesh and Blood War Chariot charged at high speed, knocking away an entire team of human martial artists.

Zhou Leng raised his sword and charged straight ahead.

The Bone Forging Flesh and Blood War Chariot grinned hideously as it charged forth.

The distance between them grew closer and closer.

Zhou Leng lightly leaped, landing atop the chariot, facing the giant flesh demon.

Just as the Flesh and Blood War Chariot was about to swing its arm to strike, a frosty flash exploded before its eyes, and its entire body felt icy cold. Looking down, it was already cut into dozens of pieces, falling to the ground.

It was only then it realized that the opponent had been using a supremely exquisite sword technique just as he leaped up.

Treading on the corpse of the Flesh and Blood War Chariot, Zhou Leng continued forward.

Passing by ordinary demons, like holding a lawnmower, his silhouette flashed, and he vanished after completing his task.

A patch of demons fell behind him.

Their wounds were neat, either decapitated or with holes pierced through their chests, with no third way of dying.

When enemies rushed in, Zhou Leng fought bloodily, like a sword-wielding general, slaughtering the enemy alone.

Enemies spread everywhere, and Zhou Leng’s figure appeared ghostly, like a peerless assassin. Any Innate he encountered met with a fatal strike, and he would swiftly retreat.

With continued street battles, his experience grew richer, allowing Zhou Leng to constantly switch between being a general and an assassin.

He focused on killing Innate as the main task and ordinary demons as secondary.

Suddenly, an angry roar came from the front left.

"Human Race! Do not retreat!"

"Human Race! Do not retreat!"

Zhou Leng dashed over rooftops at high speed.

From a distance, he saw on a wide main road, a large number of Innate Demons forming a suicide squad, pushing forward like a steamroller.

Wherever they passed, human martial artists were dismembered, and blood and gore splattered everywhere.

The humans were about to be overwhelmed by the superior number and strength of the Innate Demons front-on.

In such large-scale combat, neither sword nor knife nor bare hands were the best choices.

Heavy weapons were the only choice.

Zhou Leng put away the Frost Cry Sword, equipping the legendary arm shield on his left arm and gripping the legendary spiked wolf-tooth club in his right hand.

Under the dual protection of the Mother Tree leather armor and the flowing silver armor.

On the main road, the bulldozer-like Innate Demons advanced step by step.

The number of innate human martial artists was insufficient, and they retreated step by step.

The front lines saw rows of martial artists falling.

The countless martial artists in the rear roared, the front line was limited, and many couldn’t exert their power.

Suddenly, a shadow descended from the sky.

Everyone looked up to see a masked human, left arm raising a dragon-patterned golden arm shield, right hand gripping a pure black spiked wolf-tooth club, with his Qi blood surging through him, with veins and large muscles slowly writhing under his skin, like a swarm of snakes clinging to him.

Boom!

He swung down with the club, Qi and blood exploded, and the Innate Demon beneath the club burst into a bloody mist, scattering everywhere.

Turning around, he gripped the wolf-tooth club with both hands, spinning and smashing horizontally.

Thud, thud, thud...

Three demons in a row were sliced in half by the wolf-tooth club, and the fourth demon’s waist was smashed flat, causing it to faint.

When blows landed on him, Zhou Leng neither dodged nor avoided but kept his grip on the wolf-tooth club, raising it to strike.

Ahead, a demon raised a flaming longsword with both arms, blocking.

With a crack, the sword broke, followed by a thud as both sword and head were smashed into the body, pounded into a mushy pulp.

Zhou Leng suddenly stepped back, holding the club like a spear, thrusting fiercely, and at the moment the front of the wolf-tooth club collided with the demon, his right hand executed a Killing Move, Thousand Seas, pushing the long staff’s end.

The heavy wolf-tooth club, driven by immense power, was like a sharp spear, piercing through one, two, three demons.

Zhou Leng held the wolf-tooth club, and with a shake from his True Qi vibrations, the bodies of the three demons burst apart, flying everywhere.

The power of the long-staff heavy weapon in the hands of an Innate Master was like a demonic divine artifact.

Every demon up ahead, regardless of tribe, genius, or cunning, in such a dense battlefield, could only face Zhou Leng’s wolf-tooth club head-on.

Universal power breaks ten thousand laws.

Zhou Leng used almost no techniques, only basic moves like sweeping, smashing, spinning, and thrusting.

All demons could only endure it, still having to endure it.

There was no other way.

With a giant body, fierce beast power, human True Qi, and martial artist’s will, all melted into Zhou Leng’s body in this furnace-like battlefield, amidst countless demons.

Zhou Leng transformed into a humanoid fierce beast, where his weapon was, in all directions, he was invincible.

All the human warriors dodged away from the howling wolf-tooth club.

All demons also attempted to avoid the wolf-tooth club, but could not escape.

Zhou Leng stood in the middle of the eight-lane road, a man like a sword, piercing through the seemingly invincible demon army.

The warriors flanking him in the rear felt an intangible inspiration, roaring forward.

The constantly advancing demons were shattered by Zhou Leng, losing their edge.

Innate Demons came charging one after another, only to face the relentless wolf-tooth club.

No technique, only strength.

Demons of all tribes advanced one by one, falling one after another, until a muscular demon giant, as tall as three stories, came charging up.

The demon giant was pitch-black all over, its body as hard as steel, emitting a metallic sheen.

He swung a totem pole thicker than the wolf-tooth club, bringing it down violently on Zhou Leng.

The wolf-tooth club swung diagonally from below, crashing into the totem pole.

Clang...

A morning bell smashed the darkness, shattering the night.

Under the feet of the two, the ground cracked layer by layer.

The totem pole and the mace swung simultaneously, both retreating several steps.

They looked at each other and took a step forward, swinging with all their might.

Heroic and fierce, heaven and earth collide.

Boom...

The evening drum reverberated, and the two retreated three steps, leaving pits with each step.

The crowd saw blood flowing from the wrist of the Demon Giant.

Zhou Leng’s hands’ skin was slit like a knife, yet no blood flowed.

Zhou Leng and the Demon Giant suddenly smiled together, blood flowing from their teeth.

The two advanced again, the mace and totem pole collided for the third time.

Bam...

The totem pole flew out of hand, soaring dozens of meters, crashing into a building.

The Demon Giant retreated three steps, stamping the ground until he finally stopped.

The crowd saw the Demon Giant’s flesh spiral open like invisible blades cutting both arms.

The wounds spread, and within seconds, the Giant Body was cracked all over.

He was pitch-black with red wounds, yet laughed, spitting blood, clenching his fists, and striking at Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng raised the mace high and leapt, hanging like the moon, swinging the mace down.

The Demon Giant raised his arms to block.

The mace shattered both arms, smashed the skull, and crushed the Demon Giant’s body.

Zhou Leng landed on the ground, supporting himself with the mace, panting like an ox.

Thud...

The Demon Giant collapsed to the ground, and the scene fell silent.

The demons and humans present, for the first time, saw a human Martial Artist overpower the pinnacle of Demon Purgatory’s might.

Zhou Leng took a deep breath and exhaled long.

Both hands raised the mace high, standing like a flag.

"Slaughter the demons!"

"Slaughter the demons!"

"Slaughter the demons!"

The shouts rose like waves, each voice louder than the last.

Zhou Leng stepped forward like the spear of the Human Race, stabbing into the demon army.

So fierce, the demons were terrified.

The Human Race surged forward, under the lead of Zhou Leng, advancing, advancing, advancing.

Pushing through ten streets, firmly suppressing the demons.

Those in the back initially thought it would stop here, that the masked martial artist would retire to rest.

After all, he had killed too many demons and consumed too much.

But the crowd found that this martial artist’s aura not only didn’t diminish but grew fiercer.

That was no longer an aura an ordinary person could exude.

Like a Giant, like a Giant Dragon, like a Fierce Beast.

The heavy mace swung as if it were as nimble as chopsticks in his hands, but every time it fell, it was like spring thunder, sweeping away the demons.

After fighting for more than an hour, they finally saw his True Qi begin to decrease.

The next moment, during a break in battle, he took out several Innate Pills and swallowed them all at once.

There was even a brightly yellow Dragon and Tiger Pill.

Prized at a billion each, acclaimed as the top pill below the Martial Saint.

In an instant, the crowd saw the person before them seemed to ignite.

The True Qi surged in reverse, momentum soaring, surpassing what it was before.

Zhou Leng strode forward, swinging the mace, striking once more.

Martial artists on either side replaced one batch after another.

Some would forever lie at Huqiu Fortress, some withdrew heavily injured, others retreated in exhaustion.

An ever-flowing army, but Zhou Leng was as solid as iron.

In the distance, the city wall stood tall outside the City Lord’s main building, atop which the black disaster flag fluttered.

Before him, the demons surged like a tide.

The black mace drenched in demon blood stood like an ever-unfaltering banner at the front of the human martial artists.

Zhou Leng raged like a relentless slaughter machine in battle.

Kill, kill, kill.

Until deep into the night, the order for retreat sounded, and Zhou Leng, along with others, slowly withdrew.

In the fortress, demons seized the opportunity to chase down, like hyenas, biting at the retreating human formation.

Only on this avenue did tens of thousands of demons stand firm, not advancing a step.

Zhou Leng alone remained behind, withdrawing safely with the main forces.

That day, the story of the masked demon slayer spread through the army.

The command watched the Monkey King’s war merits, then watched the drone footage in the sky, especially the battle against the Demon Giant, and all fell silent.

Zhou Leng’s pure combat war merits already surpassed the second place by a hundred times.

An unimaginably exaggerated number.

Martial artists rarely confronted a Demon Giant of a higher realm head-on.

An unprecedented Innate War.

Chen Shouhu and several senior commanders watched and chatted casually.

"More than a thousand Innates killed on a single day on his own. Although it needs verification, based on the drone footage, there shouldn’t be any issues."

"A thousand battles in one day, a new human record is born."

"This kid is really fierce, almost like a little Giant. An Innate Demon under the muscles, killed with a single swing. If not for those low-tier Innate Demons avoiding him later, he could kill two or three thousand in a day."

"If he were in another world, he’d surely be crowned ’Innate King.’ Blood of Tyranny, Red Eyes have all received this title."

"Let’s do as General Chen suggested, keep this news under wraps for now, announce it when he advances to Grandmaster. A thousand battles in one day was unthinkable in the past."

"But... the demon-slaying publicity, there’s no problem, right?"

The commanders hesitated for a long while. After all, the Monkey King changed his weapon and still masked his face, so they edited his battle against the Demon Giant into a video and uploaded it to major video sites.