Chapter 623: Chapter 603: Righteousness

Zhou Leng walked to the edge of the arena.

The Xu Family Patriarch Xu Xinke suppressed his grief and quickly stepped onto the stage, putting away his fourth brother’s corpse into the Magic Spirit Bag.

As he turned to leave, he glanced at Zhou Leng.

The patriarchs of the sixteen families and the invited Grandmasters gathered together.

They discussed softly, occasionally glancing at Zhou Leng.

Upper-Rank Grandmaster Su Fenghe sighed, “I just said earlier, don’t underestimate this Zhou Leng, but you all didn’t take it seriously.”

Great Grandmaster Zhao Tianji said, “From the first moment I saw him, I felt something was off. I mentioned it to you, but since you didn’t care, I couldn’t say much. This person indeed possesses peculiar powers of the Alien Race.”

“Perhaps it’s the power of the Ancient River Sect?”

“Possibly.”

“How to counter it?”

The Grandmasters discussed for a while, but without results.

“He just used one move earlier, next time don’t send the newly promoted Grandmasters, send the Lower-Rank Grandmasters to try.”

“Alright. Who will go?”

This time, unlike the previous eagerness, all the Lower-Rank Grandmasters hesitated.

“Huang Xinwang, what about you?” Xu Xinke asked.

Everyone looked at Lower-Rank Grandmaster Huang Mingtang, handsome, with a jade diamond earring hanging from his left ear.

Unlike most of the other Grandmasters who are in their fifties or sixties, this Huang Mingtang is only about forty, the one with the highest potential among the middle-aged experts of the sixteen families, even higher than Dongyingxi.

In the Great Innate stage, he fought an Innate Demon King for a hundred moves undefeated, which invigorated the spirits of the sixteen families, who widely publicized him on short video platforms and major media for many years.

Plus, he has strength close to that of an Innate King, referred to as “Huang Xinwang” online.

The Huang Family Patriarch Huang Wancheng frowned, “No way, first try other Lower-Ranks, Mingtang is too young and needs more tempering.”

“Then I ask, among the other Lower-Rank Grandmasters, who is confident to fight Zhou Leng?” Xu Xinke scanned the other Lower-Rank Grandmasters.

The Lower-Rank Grandmasters of the sixteen families avoided his gaze, even they couldn’t kill Xu Xinheng in one move.

Huang Wancheng said, “How about this, we discuss a new rule, if Mingtang fails in ten moves, we concede.”

Upon hearing this, it was clear the Huang Family wanted to save face, letting Huang Mingtang endure ten moves at least, yet put it in such a way.

Xu Xinke said, “Changes can be made, but the other side may ask for conditions.”

Huang Wancheng said, “The Huang Family will offer a Dragon Ascending Pill.”

The Grandmasters exchanged glances, the Innates behind them were secretly amazed.

The Dragon Ascending Pill is a pill used by the Martial Saints.

It has no price as money simply cannot buy it, only circulated among the Martial Clans and the highest echelons.

Even for the Huang Family, obtaining it certainly came at a huge cost.

Huang Mingtang has solid foundations and extremely high talent potential, with a great opportunity to ascend to Great Grandmaster.

Reaching Great Grandmaster earlier versus later carries different significance.

The Dragon Ascending Pill can greatly expand the physical limits and accelerate the ascent to Great Grandmaster.

This pill was originally reserved for Huang Mingtang’s future breakthrough to Great Grandmaster, but to save his life, it had to be offered.

Xu Xinke loudly said, “Grandmaster Zhou, our Huang Mingtang is dedicated to Martial Arts, is an external sect member, dislikes internal strife, and does not wish to harm the harmony of the Human Race. The Huang Family is willing to offer a Dragon Ascending Pill as a condition to change the rule: both sides fight for ten moves, if there is no winner after ten moves, we will voluntarily concede.”

Some young people didn’t think much, noting that the Huang Family really is wealthy.

Those with rich experiences instantly understood, the Huang Family didn’t need to use the Dragon Ascending Pill as a condition, they could have used other things, but instead, they used the Dragon Ascending Pill, the purpose was evident.

As long as Zhou Leng accepts it, it’s equal to agreeing to the Huang Family’s implicit deal, trading the Dragon Ascending Pill to save Huang Mingtang’s life.

Such matters, anyone with a bit of social experience can see through the intention.

The high-rankers from great families are accustomed to using such seemingly ambiguous but in fact clear, purposeful language or means to conduct affairs; those with high emotional intelligence and who have long been in the circles can see it clearly.

Those who can’t see, are eliminated from that circle.

Most people outside the circle also can’t understand.

Zhou Leng, being young, lacks social experience, and has never been in those circles.

“Alright.” Zhou Leng didn’t expect a Dragon Ascending Pill to be offered, agreeing readily.

Given his status, he could easily buy Dragon and Tiger Pills, but the Dragon Ascending Pill, even if purchasable, who knows how many years it would take to get one.

The Huang Family, without hesitation, immediately sent someone to deliver the Dragon Ascending Pill to Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng looked at the demonized sealed box, weighed it, a pill the size of a pinky digit, close to a pound in weight, quite extraordinary.

“The Huang Family is quite courteous, giving something worth billions without hesitation, I must show equal courtesy.” Zhou Leng thought, looking at Huang Mingtang.

Huang Mingtang is quite famous online.

“Please, Grandmaster Zhou.” Huang Mingtang, standing a short distance away, first waved his hand in salute.

“Please, Huang Xinwang.” Zhou Leng’s tone was courteous.

Huang Mingtang was relieved to hear the other party call him by his title.

Huang Wancheng, seasoned and prudent, did not lower his guard, moved beside Zhao Tianji, whispered, “Grandmaster Zhao, if Mingtang is in danger, please intervene slightly.”

Zhao Tianji nodded, gazing at the field.

Zhou Leng and Huang Mingtang accelerated simultaneously, instantly breaking the sound barrier.

Zhou Leng’s speed was slightly slower than before, clearly not exerting full effort.

Zhao Tianji and Huang Wancheng were already fully focused, not daring to relax even a little.

The two were like two supersonic fighters meeting on the ground, wind gusts swirling, sand and broken grass scattered.

Zhou Leng’s first punch was the standard Punching the Green Mountain.

The air around the arm condensed into a stretch of green mountains,

Both parties saw Zhou Leng using the East Wind Fist, their mindsets varied.

The heads of the sixteen families furrowed slightly.

The people from the Tiger Bear camp and the Neutral camp saw this and showed joy.

Because the East Wind Fist is not an ordinary fist technique.

The East Wind Fist focuses on momentum and intent, not on form. No matter how well one practices the form, without learning Saint Zhao’s momentum and intent, without inheriting Saint Zhao’s spirit, one cannot unleash even a tenth of its power.

Many have tried, but they fail to comprehend Saint Zhao’s martial arts and spirit and thus cannot use the true East Wind Fist.

Every martial artist who learns the East Wind Fist is implicitly considered a disciple of Saint Zhao.

Anyone who can wield the momentum of the East Wind Fist will gain significant recognition from martial artists.

Like mathematics, either you know it or you don’t.

The East Wind Fist is the same; whether or not one inherits and carries forward Saint Zhao’s martial arts is evident in one’s ability to use the East Wind Fist. Yes or no.

Many martial saints, even if they don’t primarily practice the East Wind Fist, can effortlessly unleash its momentum.

Because martial saints possess martial arts and will similar to Saint Zhao, and they have a grand ambition, a sincere heart for the country and people, to resist demons.

This leads to certain sayings popular in various countries.

Whether one can use the East Wind Fist determines if they can advance to martial saint.

Whether one practices the East Wind Fist decides if they truly resist demons.

Thus, the East Wind Fist has become the core standard for evaluating advanced human martial artists.

All martial arts experts who have allied with demons, regardless of talent or strength, cannot wield the East Wind Fist.

They simply cannot use it.

However, many martial artists from the Huang Meng Sect can somehow use the East Wind Fist, and their momentum is pure, making them one of the two anomalies in the Demon Worship Sect.

Foreign martial artists in the Hell Knight Order also must learn the East Wind Fist.

In the Tiger Bear camp, masters like Sun Chan who are proficient in the East Wind Fist nodded slightly, smiling.

Chen Shouhu and Wang Boxiong are both masters of the East Wind Fist.

Li Shenkong saw Zhou Leng use the pure East Wind Fist, and the essence of the momentum was even above himself, and he nodded slightly.

Disciples of the Ancient River Sect smiled.

Senior brother is a true senior brother; it’s only been a few months since he ascended to grandmaster, and he has already mastered such profound East Wind Fist, undoubtedly grasping the essence of the “East Monarch’s Collection.”

On the arena, the fists clashed, and a powerful shockwave exploded.

Both retreated at the same time.

Both retreated five steps.

The crowd stared intently at Zhou Leng.

Both retreated five steps, Huang Mingtang retreated first, followed by Zhou Leng.

Huang Mingtang’s every retreat caused a one-meter diameter pit on the ground.

Zhou Leng only left slightly deeper shoe prints on the ground.

Some grandmasters stared at Zhou Leng’s footprints, amused yet helpless.

Theoretically, when one’s impacted in combat, it’s strong, then weak.

Footprints are deep first, then shallow.

However, Zhou Leng’s first four footprints were shallow, while the last one was heavy.

It was obvious, initially pretending to retreat, later realizing the details weren’t right, adding weight to the last footprint hastily.

Must live up to that Dragon Ascending Pill.

Doing it justice.

Huang Wancheng and Zhao Tianji saw Zhou Leng put on such a strong performance and glanced at each other, relaxing.

Huang Mingtang was safe.

The second move, Zhou Leng still used “Fist raises the Green Mountain,” but this time, strength increased.

Although Huang Mingtang hadn’t grasped the momentum of the East Wind Fist, he was very aware of its characteristics due to its fame.

He must avoid the opponent from accumulating momentum and power at all costs.

Once the momentum of the East Wind Fist is formed, it becomes invincible.

Therefore, when facing the East Wind Fist, he must attack or defend; the more he dodges, the heavier the opponent’s momentum, and any move thereafter can rise like a dragon.

He knew the opponent’s strength; he couldn’t match it in head-to-head opposition, so initially feigned an attack, and when approaching, switched to defense.

He turned his hands, and true qi surged from both palms, combining with the surrounding air, forming a large vortex of true qi.

Zhou Leng’s momentum approached, and the ocean vortex shattered, his momentum mostly swallowed, finally blocked by Huang Mingtang’s external true qi barrier.

Zhou Leng glanced at the true qi barrier ahead, resembling layers of air bricks, overlapping.

This is the standard power of a lower-rank grandmaster, able to externalize true qi, condensing it into various forms.

Zhou Leng’s third punch, still “Fist raises the Green Mountain,” but the force and momentum intensifying again.

Huang Mingtang continued with feigned attack then defense, maintaining face while successfully defending.

The crowd understood Zhou Leng’s heavy force and momentum, his mastery of Mountain River Guardian Technique and East Wind Fist technique was extremely high.

But, as it stands, he’s only slightly stronger than Huang Mingtang; winning within ten moves is challenging.

The fourth punch, Zhou Leng seemed to slightly crouch, focusing all power suddenly, then stomped his right foot, cracking the ground, launching forward.

Beneath the lakes and seas, a dragon shadow emerged from the water, and a fierce punch like a dragon struck.

Huang Mingtang repeated old tricks, but this punch’s momentum far surpassed the previous ones, piercing his true qi vortex and true qi barrier, landing on him.

Even though the momentum was weakened layer by layer, he felt a sting throughout his body, retreating several steps, until the edge of the arena.

He looked down; originally, his whole body was coated in a transparent qi blood layer, like a glass garment, seemingly fragile, yet could easily resist multiple attacks from enemies of the same realm.

But now, the surface of the qi blood garment was punched through with small holes, even penetrating the clothing, leaving red marks on the skin.

In the distance, the grandmasters’ eyes shone, this Zhou Leng, at such a young age, mastering the East Wind Fist to such depth, could it be that the Martial Clan descendants are trained from a young age?

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