Martial Ascent to Divinity-Chapter 626 - 606: Autumn Waves

The East Wind Fist is extraordinary; every move is akin to an entire set of ordinary fist techniques.

Each move imprints the spiritual power of the East Monarch.

Autumn Waves Among Mountains and Rivers is one of the core moves of the East Wind Fist.

Many martial artists can use it, but truly comprehending the fist’s momentum and reaching a profound realm is rare.

Because the highest realm of this move is "where the autumn waves reach, mountains and rivers reverse," even imagining the grandeur of this move is challenging for ordinary martial artists.

Yet, Saint Zhao, whenever faced with a predicament, used this move, Autumn Waves Among Mountains and Rivers, as the key move to break through.

Therefore, many martial artists know that Autumn Waves Among Mountains and Rivers has the power to reverse outcomes and break through crises.

Indeed, Zhou Leng is strong, but facing a ten-meter attack gap while the opponent is also a veteran grandmaster, he can’t make elementary mistakes and will always be trapped in the situation.

Zhou Leng has no other option but to break through with Autumn Waves Among Mountains and Rivers, and then strike with other moves.

But what if he can’t break through now?

Keep trying again and again, use it over and over.

Zhou Leng has a deep understanding of the momentum of Wind and Fire Blazing Forest, and as long as he punches, the momentum will continue to accumulate.

By then, borrowing the momentum from Wind and Fire Blazing Forest, Autumn Waves Among Mountains and Rivers will become stronger.

The crowd looked at Dong Yingxi, the newly promoted upper-rank grandmaster, who was also in a dilemma.

He has just advanced and is not yet proficient in mastering the power of an upper-rank grandmaster.

If he uses the attack style of a middle-rank grandmaster, he is familiar, but may be broken by Zhou Leng getting close.

But if he uses the attack style of an upper-rank grandmaster, he can’t take down Zhou Leng in a short time.

Yet, he remains unchanged, persistently attacking Zhou Leng from a distance.

The grandmasters nodded lightly; these two indeed are exceptionally confident.

Both believe they can hone powerful strength in this battle and accumulate enough to eventually defeat the opponent.

The East Wind Fist can slowly blaze, and the Haok Qi War Fist can also slowly accumulate power.

The only difference...

The people from the Sixteen Families glanced intently; the Haok Qi War Fist has flaws.

Or rather, it’s not the Haok Qi War Fist that’s flawed, but the martial artists who aren’t strong enough.

Higher levels of power are more complex.

Once the battle drags on, subtle changes may occur within the momentum of the Haok Qi War Fist, and only those with extremely strong martial arts will can grasp these changes and maintain the presence of Haok Qi.

The stronger the martial artist, the stronger the martial arts will needed to control the martial arts.

Not just martial arts, even in a regular fight, personal will often determines the outcome.

They suspect Zhou Leng is gambling on Dong Yingxi being unable to manage the changes in the Haok Qi War Fist.

Especially in such a complex battle environment.

The two sides exchanged blows from a distance, back and forth.

Both of them moved like shadows, dodging and maneuvering at a speed of about 600 meters per second.

Ordinary innates stayed far away, hundreds of meters back, as getting too close made their bodies inexplicably sore due to the impact of the momentum.

One hundred moves, two hundred moves, three hundred moves...

Dong Yingxi, worthy of being an upper-rank grandmaster, upon discovering the singularity of Zhou Leng’s momentum, continuously employed various methods to strike.

Occasionally, Zhou Leng had to abandon Autumn Waves Among Mountains and Rivers, switch to Fusion of All Directions and Shocking Dark West Mountain, sometimes even dodging.

One thousand moves, two thousand moves...

The two engaged in over a dozen exchanges in a split second, amassing two thousand moves in no time.

Dong Yingxi finally got familiar with the power of upper-rank grandmaster and stopped maintaining the ten-meter distance, beginning to advance and retreat unpredictably.

He suddenly stepped forward, only five meters from Zhou Leng, sending out a punch "All Beings Retreat," with the vast momentum bypassing Zhou Leng’s front, striking from both sides.

Zhou Leng didn’t dare advance rashly, swung his arms, and the Fusion of All Directions formed a sky full of fists, breaking the momentum from both sides.

But the next move, Dong Yingxi’s "Netting the Heavens and Earth," simultaneously attacked from all directions.

Zhou Leng only managed to break the momentum from three directions before his back was struck by the air-condensed void image of heaven and earth.

Boom!

Zhou Leng staggered forward, and Dong Yingxi’s shadow-like fists interwove like walls, striking from the front.

Zhou Leng was forced to raise his arms to block, his entire body sent flying a hundred meters.

Dong Yingxi pursued him aggressively.

The battle continued.

The terrifying power of the upper-rank grandmaster was unleashed.

Though strong, Zhou Leng slowly sustained injuries facing assaults from all directions of an upper-rank grandmaster.

Ordinary people from the Sixteen Families were secretly delighted to see Zhou Leng starting to get hurt.

But the grandmasters had mixed feelings.

Had it been a regular lower-rank grandmaster, they would have been crushed into pulp by Dong Yingxi’s momentum, but Zhou Leng’s injuries were minimal, at most bruises that quickly healed without him even spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The sensation is akin to practicing resistance to strikes within a striker.

Moreover, they had another concern.

Is Zhou Leng familiarizing himself with upper-rank power?

If he becomes accustomed to such power, will he have a counter strategy?

When the moves tallied to three thousand, the grandmasters behind Zhou Leng became resolute.

Indeed, Zhou Leng is a monster.

His physical strength may not equal that of an upper-rank grandmaster giant, but his regenerative ability far surpasses it.

However, a newly promoted upper-rank grandmaster fighting three thousand moves consumes an unimaginable amount of Qi Blood.

They looked towards Dong Yingxi.

Starting at two thousand eight hundred moves, white steam began slowly emerging from above his head.

It’s smoking.

In contrast, Zhou Leng, apart from some minor injuries, was basically fine and still as vigorous as ever.

Not only that, the Autumn Waves Over Mountains and Rivers move became increasingly smooth, with his mastery of the fist technique becoming more precise.

Song Juesi nodded and said, "I see. Autumn Waves Over Mountains and Rivers is the key technique used by Saint Zhao to resist the suppression from the old forces of Demons, Demon Worship Sect, and Eagle Alliance. It embodies the power to overthrow the old mountains and rivers. Although Zhou Leng has fought against Demon Worship Sect and Demons, he has never faced a truly powerful Martial Artist opponent and thus struggles to understand the power of overthrowing the old mountains and rivers."

"However, he is clever and realized that this top-tier Martial Arts cannot take detours. What cannot be comprehended in battle cannot be understood during cultivation, so he simply uses Dong Yingxi as a representation of the old forces of Eagle Alliance to constantly hone this move."

"Once the fist technique of this move is honed successfully, it will thoroughly break through the fist techniques of the first eight moves, laying the foundation for subsequent techniques."

Zhang Feng quickly asked, "What do you think his chances of winning are?"

Song Juesi smiled and said, "You all know that Autumn Waves Over Mountains and Rivers is a move that breaks through the stalemate and is crucial for Saint Zhao to overthrow old forces. So, I ask you, if you fear Saint Zhao’s power, if you yourselves are part of the old forces, what would you feel when faced with this endless move? Especially when the opponent is Zhou Leng, with his unyielding Martial Arts Will."

Zhang Feng and others’ expressions changed slightly, and some of the Innate could even feel cold sweat forming.

In front of them, the scene appeared as if endless mountain and river power constantly smashed and rushed towards them.

Once or twice could be endured, but after thousands of times, facing the ongoing murderous intent of heaven and earth, they would inevitably collapse.

Zhang Nanchao said, "If I encountered such an opponent, after at most two thousand moves, my spirit would break, and my Martial Arts Will would shake."

Song Juesi lamented, "Even I underestimated him. His understanding of Martial Arts is not weaker than mine, only my understanding is easily accepted, while his Martial Arts is difficult for most to comprehend."

Although Zhou Leng was fully engaged in battle, he had control over everything around him.

Listening to Song Juesi’s lament, he thought if you had Void God senior and Void God mentor guiding you, you would also fight in this way.

But, it’s almost time...

Zhou Leng said as he suddenly raised his right arm during a gap between moves.

Like holding a high flag.

Among the sixteen families, those who understood East Wind Fist and Dong Yingxi on the arena had a changed expression.

Back then, Saint Zhao, along with Eagle Alliance’s army, attacked the Demons. The Eagle Alliance betrayed and fled, causing Saint Zhao to be surrounded by Demon Worship Sect and Demons’ army on Qiushan.

At the critical moment, Saint Zhao, as the commander, personally raised the flag and charged with the troops, like a mighty river, burst down Qiushan, breaking through the siege.

Following that, he understood Autumn Waves Over Mountains and Rivers.

I hold the high flag, stand proudly in the world.

Where the Autumn Waves reach, mountains and rivers reverse.

Zhou Leng’s aura ignited like fire, exploding in all directions.

Wow...

The original blaze formed by the wind and fire spread out suddenly twenty meters, enveloping Dong Yingxi.

The Blaze Fist Power was originally a scattering of sparks like lamps drifting.

Now, all the sparks and lights transformed into crimson flags, spread all around, converging into a mountain.

"Where the Autumn Waves reach, mountains and rivers reverse."

Zhou Leng whispered saying the words of Saint Zhao raising the battle flag and breaking through the siege.

The voice was not loud but spread thousands of meters.

Some Martial Artists cultivating East Wind Fist resonated with the Spiritual Will.

In an instant, a few Grandmasters displayed the fist power of Autumn Waves Over Mountains and Rivers.

Everyone closely watched Zhou Leng, observing the ultimate realm of Autumn Waves Over Mountains and Rivers.

The grand painting of fist power unfolded dramatically, this one far larger than before, at least over ten meters long.

Previously, the grand painting of Autumn Waves Over Mountains and Rivers depicted the scenery of mountains and rivers, the autumn landscape.

But now, the Maple Mountain soared, a great army raised red flags and charged down the mountain.

Outside the mountain peaks, everywhere golden fields of rice and wheat, harvest ahead.

The grand painting of mountains and rivers, reversed.

Zhou Leng punched and shattered the grand painting of fist power.

The vast mountains and rivers shattered, crumbled into ten thousand flags, attached to his body.

Zhou Leng was shrouded in red light, with unimaginable speed, broke through Dong Yingxi’s fist power and transferred the fist power to him seven meters away.

Dong Yingxi’s Qi Blood Armor shattered, his body staggered backwards.

As he steadied himself, Zhou Leng had already reached three meters away, breaking through the new grand painting of Autumn Waves, bearing countless high flags, and struck a second punch.

Bang!

White Qi explosion, shockwaves vibrated.

Dong Yingxi blocked a punch and retreated hastily, the powerful Upper-Rank Grandmaster Qi Blood firmly resisted the powerless No True Qi.

The next moment, Zhou Leng approached, another punch.

Four punches, five punches, six punches, seven punches, eight punches...

But, Dong Yingxi merely retreated and blocked, appearing undamaged.

The people from the sixteen families watched with joy, East Wind Fist ultimately requires True Qi.

The people behind Zhou Leng frowned, without True Qi, the power of East Wind Fist is hard to...

The ninth punch delivered, grand painting surfaced.

Everyone’s eyes widened.

On the grand painting, ten thousand flags burned.

Fist broke the grand painting, crimson flames covered Zhou Leng.

Great fist rushed forward.

Endless fiery fist power gushed forth like surging fiery river water, submerged the front.

In the thunderous roar, Dong Yingxi flew backwards, in mid-air, the arms that blocked several punches exploded and flew to both sides.

A large hole opened in his chest, penetrating through his back.

He heavily crashed to the ground, bounced up, and struck the ground successively.

Finally rolled to the blue lake shore, his whole body twisted, gazing at the sky, his vision gradually dimmed.