Chapter 258: Chapter 245 Tinnitus

The day passed as usual, calm and uneventful.

In the evening, Zhou Leng ran out of the city, sprinting along the national highway.

As night fell, he arrived at Rucheng Airport.

A plane roared down.

Zhou Leng took out his Demonized Watch and sent a message to Zhao Nandi.

“Teacher Zhao, I’ve arrived at the airport.”

Zhou Leng went to the airport restroom, changed into clean clothes, and stood by the window in the lobby, waiting for Zhao Nandi’s message.

Soon, Zhao Nandi called him on voice chat.

“Zhou Leng, have you arrived?”

“Yes. Have you deplaned?”

“Not yet, there are too many people. I’m sitting down, waiting to be the last off. I’ll get my luggage and then head out; it should take another twenty minutes or so. Play on your phone in the meantime, no rush.”

“Okay, I’m not in a rush.”

“How about I test you on some Divine Texts?” Zhao Nandi chuckled, joined by laughter and voices of other Divine Text experts nearby.

Zhou Leng responded, “Teacher Zhao, you’re too harsh. A surprise test right at the airport!”

Zhao Nandi laughed, “I’m just worried about you…”

Boom!

A loud noise erupted from Zhao Nandi’s end, followed by ear-piercing screams.

Zhao Nandi said a few things, but they were inaudible, and then the call ended.

Ear-splitting alarm bells reverberated throughout the airport.

Zhou Leng’s heart pounded heavily. He took a deep breath and pinned his Apprentice Martial Guard Token to his chest.

He sprinted into the arrivals area going against the flow, running along the corridor, crossing the terminal.

All around, the airport was filled with sounds of violent destruction and explosions.

Zhou Leng’s expression was grave.

He tried calling and sending voice messages to Zhao Nandi, but couldn’t get through.

He opened his Demonized Watch and glanced at the flight path screenshot Zhao Nandi had sent. It showed the location of the “arrival gate.”

The entire area was in chaos. Zhou Leng found an airport staff member, pointed to his Martial Guard Token on his chest, then displayed the flight path screenshot. After learning the exact location of the arrival gate, he sped off.

Before long, Zhou Leng arrived at Gate A5 in Zone C and looked outside.

Boom…

Scarlet flames exploded, engulfing the world, and the shockwave shattered all nearby glass, sending people in the lobby flying.

Zhou Leng crossed his arms in front of him, his clothes billowing.

Glass and steel fragments struck his body, clanging loudly.

He lowered his arms and looked ahead.

The glass wall was gone, glass shards littered the ground, and the boarding bridge twisted like a pretzel.

Outside the window, a passenger plane split in two, burning furiously.

Hundreds of Demons scattered everywhere, with human Martial Artists fighting on their own.

Zhou Leng stood by the shattered window, scanning below amidst the chaos, unable to spot Zhao Nandi.

Zhou Leng jumped down, smashing the head of a Body Refining Demon with a punch, shouting, “Zhao Nandi! Where are the people from the Divine Text Bureau?”

Boiling True Qi erupted from his mouth, like a lion’s roar, echoing throughout the area.

Some Demons howled as they charged over.

Zhou Leng circulated his True Qi throughout his body, his skin and flesh swelling like iron.

He fought as he searched, occasionally calling out Zhao Nandi’s name.

Whether they were Blood Transport, Body Refining, or Vitality Stage Demons, none could withstand Zhou Leng’s full force.

“We’re here, we’re experts from the Divine Text Bureau!” an elderly man suddenly stretched out his hand and shouted.

Zhou Leng turned his head to look, kicked apart a Demon, leaped up, and sprinted towards them, stepping over Demon’s heads along the way.

A Spell Fireball flew towards him, and Zhou Leng reached out to slap it away.

With a thunderous boom, the powerful impact knocked Zhou Leng from mid-air to the ground.

Zhou Leng gently shook his head, a buzzing ringing in his ears.

He glanced at his right palm, which was red, but uninjured.

Swish…

A sharp arrow flew soundlessly, unnoticed by Zhou Leng, who was deafened by the ringing.

He sensed it when the arrow was about to hit him.

Clang…

Like striking a large bell, the bone arrow shattered, leaving a shallow white mark on Zhou Leng’s rear shoulder.

It couldn’t even break the skin.

The Body Refining Stage Demon who shot the arrow stood dumbfounded.

Zhou Leng glanced over at the distant Demon archer, then rushed over to the old man, fighting nearby Demons as he asked.

“Where is Zhao Nandi? I’m here to save her.”

The old man pointed to a place surrounded by Demons, shouting, “Zhao Nandi is inside, she seems to have fainted.”

“Thank you,” Zhou Leng said, taking two or three strides to the place swarming with Demons.

Zhou Leng stepped out in the Eight Trigrams Step’s heavy step, stamping the ground with each step, breaking with each palm strike.

Abandoning defense, he charged through all the Demons, bursting through the crowd of Demons.

Inside, half a plane was tilted, with many people fighting with their backs to the plane.

These Divine Text experts were at least Body Refining Stage, most at Vitality Stage. Even though they were older and not strong in combat, they could barely hold on.

Some Vitality Stage security personnel were fighting desperately.

Zhou Leng scanned the corner, finding Zhao Nandi sitting on the ground with her back to the plane wreckage, her head tilted, looking dazed.

Multiple burn marks marred her body, her left shoulder was a bloody mess, and her stockings were torn open,

her glasses were missing, revealing a stunning yet pale face.

“One of us,” Zhou Leng shouted, rushing over, taking clothes from the Magic Spirit Bag to cover her.

“What injuries did she suffer?”

“To save us, she was first hit on the shoulder by a Vitality Stage Demon, then caught in the explosion of the plane’s fuel tank,” a female expert shouted loudly.

Zhou Leng took out Pills and Medicinal Fruit, putting them into Zhao Nandi’s mouth, his right hand on her neck, moving down her throat, infusing True Qi, sending the medicine to her stomach.

Zhao Nandi let out a soft hum, feeling her body being touched by an outsider, she shook her body in resistance, but her strength was completely gone.

Then, Zhou Leng placed his right hand on her abdomen, channeling True Qi.

The powerful Sea Suppressing True Qi surged into Zhao Nandi’s body, quickly repairing internal injuries with the help of the Healing Medicine.

“Hmm…”

Zhao Nandi’s eyes finally held some spirit, she looked up and saw someone healing her.

The person in front of her seemed somewhat familiar, but she could not recall.

“Teacher Zhao, it’s me, Zhou Leng.”

“Huh? Zhou Leng?”

Zhao Nandi’s eyes instantly cleared, she had seen the photos of Zhou Leng in the data, all from his high school years.

During the last exam invigilation, her vantage point was quite distant, and back then Zhou Leng was still relatively weak.

But now, he was as sturdy as a bear.

Especially his shoulder and arm muscles, pushing his clothes to a bulge, thick as a bodybuilding champion.

“You… have become stronger?” In Zhao Nandi’s mind, Zhou Leng was still that newly enrolled Martial Arts School Student.

“I’ll carry you out now, let’s find a safe place.”

Zhao Nandi glanced at her colleagues still fighting around her, gently shook her head, and said, “I can’t leave them. You must leave quickly, I heard the Demon say they came specifically to kill us. You must leave, it will be too late if you don’t leave now…”

As soon as Zhao Nandi finished speaking, three Demons started walking toward them from not far away.

“It’s over…”

Zhou Leng sheltered Zhao Nandi behind him, looking at the three Demons.

One was a Crowman Envoy, with a huge crow head, carrying twelve Feathered Long Spears on its back.

Another was the Rusted Iron General, covered head to toe in rust-colored Iron Armor about an inch thick, with rivets on the surface and strange blood vessels densely packed within the armor.

He wore a slightly pointed greathelm, with only a slit left for his eyes.

The last was a Skinless Warlock, appearing human but looking as if its skin had been peeled off, muscles and blood vessels exposed.

The Skinless Warlock’s chest and abdomen, muscles twisted, forming five blood-meat vortexes, three above and two below.

In each vortex, a blood-colored eyeball grew, with vertical black pupils.

The three Innate Demons moved like an overwhelming tsunami, walking slowly yet seemingly capable of crushing everyone.

Zhou Leng slowly breathed, suppressing his inner emotions.

The Demon’s Might emitted by the three Innate Demons made breathing difficult.

“Zhou Leng, you must leave, avenge me in the future…” Zhao Nandi whispered.

Zhou Leng sighed and said, “Now, even if I wanted to leave, I couldn’t get out.”

The Crowman Envoy and Skinless Warlock stopped, while the Rusted Iron General, appearing like a medieval full-armored warrior, slowly advanced.

Although his three-meter tall figure wasn’t very tall among the Demons, the others parted to make way, even bowing and kneeling.

The battle paused, humanity grew increasingly frightened.

The Rusted Iron General stepped forward, getting closer, a Vitality Stage Martial Artist charged with escorting a Divine Text Expert, unable to hold back, channeling all his True Qi, swallowing a Temporary Strength-Enhancing Elixir, and let out a low roar, rushing forward.

His full-force punch, like a giant tiger pouncing.

The Rusted Iron General raised a hand, everyone’s vision blurred, catching the human martial artist’s fist.

The Rusted Iron General gently squeezed and released his hand.

The Vitality Stage Martial Artist’s hand turned into minced meat, falling down messily.

Faced with such intense pain, the Vitality Stage Martial Artist merely grunted softly, lifted his right leg, and kicked forward forcefully.

The Rusted Iron General extended a hand, grabbed the martial artist’s wrist, picked up the person, then flipped him upwards, then slammed him down violently.

At the moment the Rusted Iron General glanced at the ground below, Zhou Leng moved.

Like a battle elephant, he smashed into the Rusted Iron General.

Zhou Leng knew that his ordinary attacks were useless against the Innate Master.

Only with the most ferocious impact could he be effective.

But a scene of despair unfolded for everyone.

As Zhou Leng’s right shoulder was about to connect, the Rusted Iron General swung his left hand, softly, like willow branches swaying in the wind.

Zhou Leng turned his figure, flying sideways.

The person in the Rusted Iron General’s right hand, fell to the ground.

Bang…

The ground cracked like a spider web, half of the body splatted against the ground, remaining pieces scattering everywhere.

Like a cockroach stomped to pieces.

The other two Innate Demons looked at Zhou Leng.

The Crowman Envoy furrowed its brows, gently moving its nostrils.

The same scent as the one left by the killer of Tian Wenhua.

No wonder the Rusted Iron General dared not kill, but merely deflected.

“Kill!”

“Kill!”

The remaining Divine Text Experts and Martial Artists let out low roars, like moths to a flame, charging at the Rusted Iron General.

The Rusted Iron General, one punch for each, stopped no one.

Zhou Leng suddenly appeared beside the Rusted Iron General, landing a full-power Thousand Tides Pouring into the Sea on his side waist.

Boom!

The Rusted Iron General’s massive body was knocked back repeatedly, retreating three whole steps before steadying himself.

“Huh?”

All three Innate Demons looked at Zhou Leng.

Human Vitality Stage should not possess such ability.

Only a Giant, Giant Dragon, or Fierce Beast’s Vitality Stage could wield this kind of power, not even a Demon could.

This was the Rusted Iron General, a magic being of steel and flesh.

The Rusted Iron General glanced down, side waist not shattered but slightly caved in.

The steel on his body far exceeded man-made steel.

Zhou Leng stepped forward again, fearless, unleashing another punch.

“Hmph!”

The Rusted Iron General thrust his fist to strike back, faster and more forceful than Zhou Leng.

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