Martial Ascent to Divinity-Chapter 732 - 708: Divine Descendant

Zhao Hao crashed into the mural for the fifth time.

The entire Zhao Palace had collapsed, but the mural stood firm.

"No wonder you’re the child of Saint Zhao. Whether it’s martial arts will, true Qi, body, form, mind, or anything else, it’s perfect. Martial Saint, truly a Martial Saint."

Zhou Leng said, looking at Zhao Hao with a hint of sarcastic chill in his eyes.

Suddenly, a grand depiction of a fist’s momentum appeared behind him.

The air condensed into a huge red tower.

On top of the tower, in front of a microphone, stood a group of elders.

The elder in the center, though his face was blurry, Zhao Hao recognized at a glance.

His father was watching him.

"You’re just a grandmaster, how could you comprehend the New Heaven Eternal Stand!" Zhao Hao’s tone suddenly grew sharp.

"Of course, because I am the ’Six Volumes of the Eastern Monarch,’ we are the personal disciples of Saint Zhao."

Zhao Hao was Saint Zhao’s son, and he knew better than anyone what the seventeenth move, New Heaven Eternal Stand, signified.

This move was comprehended by Zhao Dongjun the first time he reviewed the troops standing atop the tower.

When Saint Zhao taught him the fist technique, he said that as long as someone cultivated the momentum of the New Heaven Eternal Stand, their spiritual will would always stand undefeated.

Zhao Hao suddenly laughed.

"Do you want to tame me with the East Wind Fist, or intimidate me? Then..."

After Zhao Hao finished speaking, his aura surged dramatically, layers of true Qi armor, almost tangible, adhered to his body surface.

For the first time, he took the initiative step, and in a blink, he was in front of Zhou Leng.

As he struck, it was the Hao Qi Battle Fist, said to be as renowned as the East Wind Fist.

As the punch was thrown, a yellow dragon followed, roaring towards Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng faced it head-on, but Zhao Hao’s punch was brimming with power, containing the mighty pressure and power of a Martial Saint, and although his own realm was insufficient, he was forced to retreat again.

Zhao Hao stepped forward once more and attacked again.

Three consecutive punches drove Zhou Leng out of the Zhao Palace.

Zhao Hao withdrew his fists, clasping his hands behind his back, standing proudly.

"A mere ten years of hard study, what can they compare to our Zhao Clan’s three generations of refinement!"

Zhou Leng slowly walked forward, gathering his fist’s momentum, saying, "It’s hard to imagine, the dignified son of Saint Zhao, viewing the three generations with such superficiality."

"An exhausted donkey clutching at straws, all that’s left is verbal advantage." Zhao Hao didn’t care at all about Zhou Leng’s rebuttal.

Zhou Leng said, "We of the world, decades of hard study, have perused centuries, some have learned across thousand saints, others have connected with ten thousand sages; through ancient times to the present, the inheritance continues, how can mere nouveau riche compare?"

Zhou Leng advanced with each step, each word precise as a jewel: "You are merely the blood heir of Saint Zhao, while we have studied Saint Zhao’s ’East Monarch’s Collection,’ observing his writings, following his essence, understanding his mind, and elevating his brilliance, truly his spiritual successors..."

"Today, we who have undergone a decade of hardship, under the command of East Monarch, on behalf of a thousand saints and ten thousand sages, the spiritual descendants slay the blood heir!"

Zhao Hao squinted his eyes slightly.

Zhou Leng’s aura surged once more.

Zhao Hao faintly felt something was amiss, he had just struck with all his might, although he appeared calm on the surface, his body was injured by the countershock, but why did Zhou Leng seem so vigorous, with no sign of injury?

Such direct collision, it’s impossible for anyone to remain unscathed.

Zhou Leng took a deep breath and exhaled long.

"Warm-up, over."

Inside his abdomen, the Great Sun Divine Skill rapidly rotated, more starry true energy surged into his entire body.

His entire body turned red instantly.

Hiss...

A faint layer of white steam sprayed from the surface of his body.

All his muscles swelled by a circle.

Whether it was the starry true energy or the physical power, it had increased by a large margin.

Zhao Hao was extremely vigilant in his heart, but maintained a calm exterior, taking the initiative to attack again.

A grandmaster and a demigod, fists and feet clashed, outside the Zhao Palace.

The speed of both exceeded ten Machs.

Every time their fists intersected, it inevitably triggered a vast shockwave, resonating in all directions.

The entire ground continuously roared.

In the distance, a large number of camouflaged figures appeared, dispersing the crowd.

In the upper floors, countless people watched and filmed.

"Laughable..."

Zhao Hao’s speed suddenly increased to 11 Mach, attempting a sneak attack on Zhou Leng.

However, Zhou Leng’s speed surprisingly broke through to 12 Mach, a punch hitting between Zhao Hao’s chest and abdomen.

Zhao Hao never expected Zhou Leng had been pretending to be weak all along; the terrifying power broke through true Qi protection, surging into his body.

In an instant, his vision went black.

In that very instant, Zhou Leng closed in again, launching a second punch.

Crack...

Inside Zhao Hao, bones fractured.

With the third punch, within Zhao Hao, there was a hollow sound in his abdomen, clanking like water.

His internal organs were pulverized into mush by Zhou Leng’s punch.

The grandmasters and Martial Saints watching from afar saw it clearly; from the first punch onwards, Zhou Leng’s speed kept escalating.

By the third punch, the speed had reached 13 Mach.

Approaching the level of a Lower Martial Saint.

Zhou Leng’s other powers clearly were not that of a Martial Saint.

But the speed and power, something was off.

Nothing like a human.

The Martial Saints speculated Zhou Leng’s full strength, all bewildered and puzzled.

Surpassing the Giant and Giant Dragon, nearing the level of a demigod fierce beast!

Humanoid fierce beast.

Power and speed, crushing the newly advanced Martial Saint Zhao Hao.

Zhou Leng’s fourth punch came out, Zhao Hao was in grave danger.

This punch was aimed at Zhao Hao’s head.

A newly advanced Martial Saint can withstand a punch from a Martial Saint, but not from a fierce beast.

"You..."

Boom!

Suddenly, Zhao Hao’s entire body exploded with black flames, forming a powerful shockwave, blasting Zhou Leng away.

Everyone saw Zhao Hao’s entire skin swell, tear, and the muscles within twisted and writhed, forming crimson scales.

When all his skin vanished, a three-meter-tall Demon appeared before everyone.

His entire body covered in crimson scales, with gentle burning flame wings on his back, the muscles on the surface of his chest and abdomen covered with thick armor.