Chapter 624: Chapter 604: Yielding Six Moves

A few grandmasters exchanged glances.

What a strong Martial Arts Will.

Huang Mingtang’s Qi Blood armor was very strong; ordinary True Qi power definitely couldn’t break through it, but Martial Arts Will combined with fist momentum was different.

Zhou Leng used two more moves of Dividing Sea Dragon Shadow, which Huang Mingtang managed to barely block. Each time, Zhou Leng’s fist momentum pierced through the defense, leaving red marks on his skin.

A flicker of emotion flashed in his eyes.

No one else could see it, thinking it was just a superficial wound, but he was silently suffering.

Within those red marks was an extremely terrifying sealing power, like ice, sealing the penetrated skin, meridians, and blood vessels in a small area, causing obstruction in the circulation of Qi Blood.

He continuously tried to use Qi Blood and Martial Arts Will to break through but failed every time.

Zhou Leng thought that letting him have six punches was already giving enough face to the Dragon Ascending Pill.

Using Wind and Fire Spread might bully a lower-rank grandmaster a bit, so he decided to use a less familiar move.

Zhou Leng’s body abruptly straightened, his feet like roots, firmly grounded.

The momentum rose from the earth, as if absorbing the endless power of the earth; then, an invisible force surged upward from his body into the air.

The seventh move of the East Wind Fist, Connecting Heaven and Earth.

In an instant, the air within a three-meter radius around Zhou Leng’s feet changed, forming three differently colored rings, overlapping each other.

Innermost was a black earth ring, followed outward by a green plant-filled ring, and the outermost was a golden ring resembling a ripe wheat field.

The three colored rings churned like waves, and the ground beneath them shifted slowly like waves as well.

The tri-colored rings continuously transformed from inside out, cycling through black, green, and yellow in sequence.

The power of the earth’s transformation coursed up Zhou Leng’s body, reaching straight to the top of his head.

Above his head, the air condensed into a small patch of blue sky more than a meter in diameter.

In an instant, Zhou Leng seemed like a giant standing between the earth and the sky, his aura intensifying rapidly.

This move Connecting Heaven and Earth is not an attack, but a power-accumulating move.

This move is extremely difficult and requires ordinary grandmasters to be at least upper-rank to use it.

But Zhou Leng, having fought countless demons, naturally comprehended this fist.

Then, Zhou Leng took a step forward, using the fifth move of the East Wind Fist, Autumn Waves of Mountains and Rivers.

The moment Zhou Leng threw a punch, Huang Mingtang, as before, took the initiative to attack, while secretly switching from attack to defense.

The True Qi flickered around him unsteadily, and his Martial Arts Will was unstable, making it difficult to condense True Qi.

Zhao Tianji, a grandmaster, and others frowned, feeling that something was off.

Just as they were a dozen meters apart, a large painting appeared before Zhou Leng.

The mountains were red with maple, the earth was golden, like an autumnal harvest, extending between the two.

“Be careful!” Zhao Tianji was about to rush forward when a powerful Martial Arts Will suddenly appeared, locking onto his consciousness.

Zhao Tianji stepped back and looked warily at Song Juesi in the distance.

The Mind Locking Will is the power of an upper-rank grandmaster, allowing for a more precise detection of all enemy details, and the enemy would also sense this as a declaration of battle.

Zhao Tianji, having been a grandmaster for many years, was not afraid of Song Juesi, but should he go to rescue Huang Mingtang and be misunderstood by Song Juesi as disrupting a life-and-death battle or potentially harming Zhou Leng, he might act impulsively. Being distracted might lead to serious injury.

In the moment of Zhao Tianji’s hesitation, Zhou Leng burst through the painting.

Stepping on the black, green, and yellow tri-colored rings, his right arm wrapped with the great painting of Autumn Waves of Mountains and Rivers, he unleashed his full power towards Huang Mingtang.

In an instant, Huang Mingtang’s palm strike and True Qi wall simultaneously crumbled.

Huang Mingtang felt an unimaginably terrifying power sweep over him and immediately recalled the will contained within the Autumn Waves of Mountains and Rivers.

The chill of autumn descended, red spreading over all, shattering the old mountains and rivers.

He seemed to see his family and himself being crushed by an invincible torrent, ground into historical dust.

“Run!”

Huang Mingtang abruptly withdrew his stance, preparing to flee.

Before the East Wind Fist, under the Autumn Waves, no one can escape.

Zhou Leng’s speed instantly exceeded 600 meters per second, his overwhelming fist momentum shattering Huang Mingtang’s entire Qi Blood armor.

An iron fist landed on Huang Mingtang’s body.

Boom!

A white shockwave exploded between Huang Mingtang’s chest and abdomen.

His clothes shattered in the air, his skin and flesh split like a web, his chest and abdomen caved in deeply, spine bent backward, and his back bulged as his body flew back away.

“Mingtang!” The Huang Family Patriarch, Huang Wancheng, shouted and rushed forward.

The grandmasters behind Zhou Leng collectively stepped forward, ready.

The people of the sixteen clans silently stood their ground, seeing the opposing formation.

Zhao Tianji sighed lightly, unable to intervene. Zhou Leng’s speed was too fast, his fist momentum too strong, and being locked by the Mind Locking Will, he was one step too slow, powerless to save the day.

Huang Wancheng knelt on the ground, holding Huang Mingtang, continually infusing him with True Qi.

“Mingtang! Mingtang!”

Huang Mingtang’s body was shattered, his meridians and blood vessels ruptured, blood gushing from his mouth.

He looked at his elder brother, moved his lips as if to say something but in the end, slowly closed his eyes.

“Mingtang!”

Huang Wancheng, knowing he couldn’t save his brother, still frantically poured in True Qi.

He turned his head towards Zhou Leng and roared, “You’ve already taken the Dragon Ascending Pill, why still kill?”

Zhou Leng replied, “I already let him have six punches, what more do you want? Don’t push your luck!”

Everyone was stunned, and some felt a chill all over.

The power of this Zhou Leng seems to be much stronger than expected.

The sixteen families suddenly had a headache, and they realized that Zhou Leng was not one of their crowd; he didn’t follow their rules at all.

None of their deals, compromises, or implied meanings were understood by the other party.

Back when Ma Xingkong also acted without following the rules of their circle, he behaved according to justice, offending a vast array of forces. No one was able to protect him, leading to a miserable end.

“Next round, it’s me!”

Huang Wancheng collected Huang Mingtang’s corpse, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. His Qi Blood gradually circulated, and his body slowly expanded.

Underneath the bronze skin, the muscles were very defined, and veins and large tendons moved slowly.

The powerful Qi Blood intertwined on the surface of his skin, solidifying, gathering into translucent scales.

Dense scales emerged from the skin, forming armor that covered his entire body.

Middle-Rank Grandmaster, Qi Blood Armor.

“Please,” Zhou Leng said.

Without another word, Huang Wancheng charged at Zhou Leng.

In Zhou Leng’s first encounter with a Middle-Rank Martial Arts Grandmaster, he did not attack with full force. Instead, he balanced offense and defense while feeling the combat style and power of a Middle-Rank Martial Arts Grandmaster.

When Huang Wancheng made his move, it was with a majorly impactful fist technique, a master fist style that was highly popular, known as “Majestic Battle Fist.”

This fist technique was created by several Martial Saints who attempted to harness the power of ancient righteousness, but unfortunately, problems arose midway, causing the fist momentum to mutate.

Even though Majestic Battle Fist’s momentum is also very strong, it lacks that truly invincible aura.

Compared to the East Wind Fist, which eradicates everything, Majestic Battle Fist is more conservative, seeking a balance between offense and defense. However, this also results in insufficient attack and defense.

But, it is easy to learn and sufficient, thus widely spread among grandmasters.

Huang Wancheng, as a veteran Middle-Rank Grandmaster, covered in Qi Blood Armor, feared not Zhou Leng’s power. When he made his move, it was a continuous barrage of Majestic Battle Fist.

When he punched, the punch’s momentum spread three meters.

Their figures leaped, advancing and retreating, moving horizontally left and right, with shadows of fists permeating in the middle. The punch momentum collided, triggering white shock waves in the sky mixed with various distorted punch moments.

The Innates watched in great excitement, while the grandmasters quietly learned, rapidly discussing.

“Huang Wancheng, after becoming the Patriarch, hasn’t let his skills decline. His Majestic Battle Fist strong, far surpasses normal Middle-Rank Grandmasters. Perhaps only a few Martial Clan peers’ ’Ultimate Emperor Fist’ could steadily defeat him.”

“This Zhou Leng is very strange. Clearly without True Qi, yet his strength is terrifying, like a Giant. His Martial Arts Will is strong too; he should have entered the Second Realm Vajra.”

“What’s even stranger is Zhou Leng’s Combat Awareness, which surpasses Huang Wancheng.”

“Did you notice as well? Zhou Leng’s Combat Awareness and skill techniques show obvious immaturity, but despite being immature, they are… extremely correct. What can I say, Huang Wancheng is like a powerful adult wolf king in all aspects, while Zhou Leng is like a young tiger: though young, a tiger is a tiger, incomparable to dogs and wolves.”

“Behind Zhou Leng, there must be a famous teacher. But it seems different from Zhu Shiji’s path.”

“Moreover, his techniques present strong traces of the Dragon Race, yet they are excellently integrated.”

“Surpassing a hundred moves already. Huang Wancheng’s punch momentum accumulates even stronger. Zhou Leng defends more than attacks, violating East Wind Fist’s great taboo. But… his wildfire spreading fist momentum seems a bit too strong, no weaker than me as an Upper-Rank Grandmaster…”

“Two hundred moves already…”

“Five hundred moves already…”

Amid the discussions, the two of them rapidly increased their attack techniques within a very short time.

As grandmasters, both delivered at least dozens of moves per second.

When the battle reached over a thousand moves, it was within only a minute.

At the very instant of reaching a thousand moves, Zhou Leng’s fist momentum and aura suddenly transformed.

Then, meticulously, he executed East Wind Fist from the first move to the eighth move, cycling ten times.

Fist Starts Green Mountain, Embrace and Pull Four Directions, Divide the Sea Dragon Shadow, Shocking Dark West Mountain, Autumn Waves Mountains and Rivers, Dragon Tiger’s Convergence, Connecting Sky and Earth, Wildfire Spreading.

After ten cycles, Zhou Leng’s momentum heightened once again.

The fiery spots around his body suddenly spread in all directions, moving like a wildfire, covering a diameter of over ten meters.

The grandmasters present watched with astonishment, unbelievable—how many battles had Zhou Leng gone through to achieve a wildfire-like momentum after a thousand moves?

“Careful!” Zhao Tianji urgently warned Huang Wancheng.

There’s a saying in the Martial Arts world: once wildfire spreads, all evil retreats.

If Huang Wancheng’s Martial Arts Will weakens even slightly, this battle ends…

Everyone saw Zhou Leng successfully use Autumn Waves Mountains and Rivers, one move after another, each more fierce than the last, creating a fist momentum like colorful light engulfing Zhou Leng.

No dodging, no avoiding, fist momentum collided.

Boom! Boom! Boom…

Zhou Leng stepped forward, while Huang Wancheng retreated step by step.

By the fifth step, Huang Wancheng’s mouth began to bleed.

By the tenth step, Huang Wancheng’s entire skin cracked.

By the eighteenth step, Huang Wancheng suddenly ceased moving, bowed his head, arms hanging limp, body gently swaying.

Zhou Leng grasped into the air with his right hand, capturing a magnificent color flow, a celestial light-fire surrounding his right fist gently rotating.

Vajra Will, fist momentum unceasing.

“Patriarch!” The Huang Family members shouted in unison.

Seconds later, Huang Wancheng slowly lifted his head to look at Zhou Leng, fresh blood slowly flowing from his mouth.

“I should have killed you ten years ago, knowing this would happen.”

After saying this, suddenly, Huang Wancheng’s entire skeleton shattered, flesh turning to mud, his body collapsing down like a piece of soft leather.

Internal flesh seeped through the cracks.

As the wind blew, the cracked skin rolled along the ground.

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