Zhou Leng stepped forward, first using feints to disrupt, then intending to attack by smashing the scales on the waist of a Royal Sea Siren with his elbow tip, infusing True Qi.

The initial few moves were effective, and he took the opportunity to get closer, striking with his elbow tip.

However, the Azure Scale evaded with an incredible speed and struck towards Zhou Leng's head with a webbed hand.

Zhou Leng had to retreat to dodge.

He glanced at the Azure Scale, taller, stronger, and faster than all previous Sea Sirens and Demons.

All quick resolution tactics were abandoned.

In the face of such a strong opponent, any thought of a quick victory was self-destructive.

Zhou Leng instantly adjusted his tactics, starting to fight steadily.

As a descendant of demigods and a Royal Sea Demon, the Azure Scale had a profound family background, often receiving guidance from Grandmasters, and sensed the change in Zhou Leng's tactics immediately.

Next, neither side seemed to bear a mortal grudge but rather engaged in a friendly spar, exchanging over thirty moves, all stopping just short.

No over-advancing, leaving room for maneuver, hiding a backup plan.

After more than thirty moves, Zhou Leng made a precise judgment.

This Sea Siren's physical qualities were explosive, with extremely heavy force.

Its combat experience was seasoned, evidently drawing on human martial arts techniques while incorporating the style of the Sea Demon Race, showing no apparent weaknesses.

The Sea Siren stared at Zhou Leng.

This human didn't seem human at all; his physique even exceeded that of dwarves of the same realm, with strong combat awareness and rich combat experience.

The bloody scent covering his body indicated heavy killing intent, but his style in actual combat was unpredictable, seeming like the Vitality Stage.

After a brief evaluation, both sides began to increase the intensity of their strikes.

No matter strong or weak, fight with all their might!

The two exchanged a glance, seeing flames spread in each other's eyes.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Suddenly, they both increased their force, making the seventh floor echo with booming sounds, as they stamped out one pit after another.

Zhou Leng defended with fists and palms, and attacked with kicks, his assault becoming even fiercer.

After executing a string of moves, Azure Scale, unwilling to endure the brunt, retreated to the edge of the rooftop.

His eyes glanced to both sides, catching a glimpse of the road below lined with cars, a few ant-sized Sea Sirens looking up.

Zhou Leng kicked, Azure Scale evaded with a side somersault, then counterattacked.

Azure Scale stepped forward, punching the rooftop heavily.

Boom... boom... boom boom...

Suddenly, the rooftop collapsed, dust flying as both fell into a seventh-floor living room.

The two scanned their surroundings, simultaneously attacking.

The Azure Scale raised his hand to strike, while Zhou Leng grabbed a sofa as a weapon, smashing it fiercely at Azure Scale to block his sight, then used a leg technique to target Azure Scale's leg.

Initially flustered, Azure Scale quickly seized the sofa, threw it with force.

Zhou Leng ducked low, avoiding it, as the sofa flew overhead, crashing through the living room's floor-to-ceiling window, taking the frame out, and landing on a third-floor balcony across the street.

A strong wind blew, making the living room curtains flutter chaotically.

Zhou Leng grabbed hold of the television, hurling it forcefully at the Azure Scale.

Azure Scale blocked with his arm, the television exploded, and Zhou Leng jabbed Azure Scale's knee with his foot.

Scales splintered, Azure Scale winced in pain, snatched the television, hurling it at Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng easily sidestepped, engaging in close combat with Azure Scale in the cramped living room.

Azure Scale, with his large frame, struggled to maneuver in the small space, repeatedly struck by Zhou Leng.

In contrast, Zhou Leng moved freely, utilizing space's obstacles, with his Perfect Eight Trigrams Step and Great Success Nearing Perfection Cloud Wandering Body Technique.

His understanding of the Perfect Eight Trigrams Step deepened through continuous combat.

Azure Scale swiftly scanned the surroundings and gradually retreated toward the second bedroom.

Zhou Leng immediately saw through his intentions.

When the space was confined to the extreme, neither could dodge; Azure Scale's physical advantages were infinitely magnified, making any spell unavoidable.

As Azure Scale crashed into the second bedroom door, Zhou Leng stepped back three steps, beckoning the Azure Scale with a hand gesture.

Seeing his scheme exposed, Azure Scale was furious, letting out a low roar, stepping forward aggressively.

A punch shattered the dining table.

A kick blasted open the TV cabinet.

A slight bump exploded the coffee table.

The two were like a whirlwind, tearing apart everything in the living room.

On the walls, they left one huge pit after another.

But unfortunately, they were evenly matched.

Here, on the ground, in a human residence, Zhou Leng gradually gained the upper hand.

Zhou Leng understood the strength of his enemy well, incredibly patient, never greedy for moves, never seeking a quick win, minimizing injury swaps.

Gradually, Azure Scale felt something was wrong.

Sea Sirens are cold-blooded creatures.

With the continuous invasion of Frost Power, its blood circulation was no longer smooth.

Overall it appeared fine, but in subtle parts, it began to deform.

In a duel between two evenly matched experts, the slightest deviation could mean life or death.

After over a hundred moves, Azure Scale suddenly roared up to the sky, eyes turning blood red, striking madly.

Zhou Leng kept attacking, but the opponent seemed intent on exchanging injuries, so he had to retreat.

The broken living room window behind howled in the wind, curtains fluttering.

Azure Scale suddenly spread his arms wide, making no defense, slightly bending his knees, charging toward Zhou Leng like a giant whale crossing a river.

Zhou Leng immediately understood his intention.

Leap from the seventh floor, let fate decide life and death!

"Then let's... determine life and death!"

Zhou Leng surprisingly sank his body, adjusted his center of gravity, then kicked the ground.

A large portion of the floor exploded outward, and Zhou Leng lunged forward, striking with a palm.

Seemingly ordinary, methodical strike.

Azure Scale was shocked but relied on his Royal Sea Siren physique to withstand this palm, believing that missing the chance now might cost him the initiative.

As Zhou Leng charged forward, Azure Scale maintained a wide open torso, bringing his hands together from both sides, intending to seize Zhou Leng, jumping off the seventh floor.

One exposed his defenses, taking a direct hit.

One surged forward relentlessly, throwing himself into the trap.

Thousand Tides Pouring into the Sea, a single killing move.

Palm strikes the chest, the tides of Jiang's river suppress the sea.

Boom…

Scales shatter, the chest caves in slightly.

At the same time, the Azure Scale locks Zhou Leng tightly with both arms, still charging forward, crashing out of the seventh-floor window together with Zhou Leng, falling from the sky.

The Azure Scale's gaze was hazy, blood spewing from the mouth, yet its arms coiled like pythons.

Zhou Leng's body was undeniably strong, but being locked and hugged with full force by this late Body Refining Stage royal, his body was in intense pain, and his blood vessels and meridians felt as if they were tied with ropes, his breath in chaos.

Zhou Leng was trying to strike back but found his hands and feet bound together by transparent water ropes.

Unable to use the Sea Suppressing True Qi at this moment, relying solely on his body, he couldn't break free of the water ropes.

In mid-air, Zhou Leng exhausted all his might, yet still couldn't escape.

He could only barely adjust his angle to avoid landing on his back.

Bang!

The two crashed together onto the roof of a white car.

The car cabin collapsed with a rumble.

Their bodies bounced up together and fell back, both spitting fresh blood.

Zhou Leng rolled off the car, hitting the ground.

The Azure Scale, with its large physique, rolled to the car's tail, landing on the hood of another car.

The nearby Sea Demon watched the scene, distancing themselves.

From behind the windows around, some who hadn't managed to reach the shelters peeked through the curtain gaps.

Zhou Leng held his stomach, standing up, looked down, and saw where the Azure Scale had hugged him, a circle of blue and purple bruises was etched.

At least two ribs were broken.

The Azure Scale sat on the car hood, glancing down at its chest.

The scales dissipated, chest bones cracked.

The entire fall was dazed by that palm strike.

Otherwise, it would have adjusted the angle, using the human as a cushion.

Unfortunately, in the end, both fell sideways, getting injured simultaneously.

"My body is stronger than yours."

The Azure Scale grinned, trying to appear persuasive, flipping and jumping down to the ground, only for his legs to give way, stumbling down.

Zhou Leng, having taken a pill, adjusted his breath and said, "Your mouth is indeed harder than mine."

The Azure Scale rose and said, "Too bad I used the Shadow of the Sea three times today, I can't use it again. If I had known you were my opponent, I would have saved all three for you."

"So, you're announcing your own obituary?"

"The mouth of the Human Race is truly formidable." The Azure Scale wiped the blood from the corner of its mouth, took a step forward, about to strike when a strange horn sounded suddenly.

Flowing like water, the sound solemn.

"Bah!" The Azure Scale spat out blood, taking another step.

The horn sound changed, becoming urgent and high-spirited.

The Azure Scale cursed, looking at Zhou Leng, saying, "I'll wait for you on the battlefield of the Ten Realms Youth Battle."

With that, it took a conch shell from its waist, breaking it open.

A stream of water enveloped him, disappearing with a swoosh.

Zhou Leng covered the broken ribs, looking around.

The distant Sea Demons and Demons left quickly.

Not far, the senior students encountered earlier stood stunned, looking at the scene.

They paused for a moment before running over.

"Are you alright?"

"Did we see wrong just now? You fell from the seventh floor and... and you're okay?"

Zhou Leng said, "Two ribs broken."

Everyone was silent, being seized by a late Body Refining Stage royal Sea Demon from the seventh floor, only two ribs were broken.

"I'll find a place to manipulate Qi and heal."

Zhou Leng slowly walked into the nearby deserted stairwell, adjusting his breath and blood flow.

Gradually adjusting the position of the broken bones with Qi and blood, reattaching them.

Then, taking a pill, letting Qi and blood continuously deliver the medicine's power to the broken bones.

Half an hour later, the broken bones were set.

As long as no vigorous movements were made, it wouldn't be a problem.

Zhou Leng opened his Martial Faith, receiving many messages.

Some urged Zhou Leng to be careful, others congratulated him on his achievements.

Xu Qingjin sent a silent message every ten minutes or so.

Zhou Leng replied briefly, slowly walking out of the stairwell.

Ruda's senior students stood at the entrance, helping to guard and watch.

The alarm had ceased, but people in the shelters hadn't come out yet.

Zhou Leng bid farewell to these senior students, walking and contacting Deng Zhijue, inquiring about the situation.

The Sea Suppression Army had arrived, forcing the demons to retreat, pursuing the battle and final cleanup was ongoing, basically no issue, but it would take a few hours before safety could be declared.

Zhou Leng returned to the shelter, sitting with Xu Qingjin, chatting.

Until the afternoon, the alarm was lifted, people walked out from various shelters.

Zhou Leng and Xu Qingjin escorted Mother Xu home, then the two returned to Ruda.

Zhou Leng consulted the school doctor to prescribe some simple medicine.

A Martial Artist in the Body Refining Stage had an extremely strong body, with little difference between broken ribs and scraped skin.

With some bone-strengthening medicine, a maximum of three days of rest before normal training could resume.

In seven days, a full recovery.

Zhou Leng returned to the class where most students were seated in the Martial Arts Dojo.

Seeing Zhou Leng covered in injuries, they gathered around.

"We heard you went demon slaying?"

"How many did you kill?"

"Zhou Leng, having reclaimed the top spot in Ruda, how do you feel?" Wei Hong rolled a book into a tube and presented it to Zhou Leng.

"Second on the Rucheng Freshman Chart, Zhou Leng, share your feelings now."

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