Martial Ascent to Divinity

That person saw his full-force attack completely neutralized and angrily said, "I want to see how many punches you can dissolve."

Finishing his words, he rushed over like a fierce tiger at a speed Zhou Leng couldn't possibly evade and threw another punch.

Zhou Leng used Tide again, taking small steps backward, dispersing the opponent's punching power with bursts of True Qi.

The power of that punch was once again dissipated, and his eyes turned blood red with rage, his violence intensifying as he punched continuously, each strike becoming fiercer.

Zhou Leng parried with palm after palm, continuously dissolving the opponent's power.

Suddenly, his body froze; he had been cornered against the wall.

The person grinned, launching another punch.

Zhou Leng took a deep breath, lowered his stance, dodged the punch while striking at the opponent's abdomen.

The opponent changed his punch direction, aiming for Zhou Leng's head.

Zhou Leng thrust out his left shoulder to block the punch, his right palm suddenly exerting force.

Both hit each other simultaneously.

Zhou Leng's body staggered back, hitting the wall.

That late-stage Body Refining expert stumbled back, doubled over in pain, with his True Qi slightly obstructed.

Zhou Leng stepped forward, slightly lowering his head, a spark flickered in his eyes, and he charged forward, engaging the opponent directly.

The opponent's Dantian shook, and the circulation of True Qi was disrupted, weakening him greatly.

Their fists and arms constantly clashed, colliding like two storms.

"Your Demon Skill is starting to wane!" Zhou Leng said.

"It's still enough to kill you."

"Not even close!" Zhou Leng said while closing the distance to engage in close combat.

With a brave heart, and under advantageous timing and geography, seizing the opportunity for victory.

The closer they got, the weaker the power became, making defense and blocking more difficult, repeatedly hitting each other.

On their bodies, wounds of varying sizes and depths began to appear.

"Do you think that because I'm from the Fishman Sect, I'm weaker than you foolish humans? I..."

A figure flew in and kicked the side of the person's head.

He flew sideways, hitting the ground, his skull caved in, dead.

Deng Zhijue retracted his foot, looked at Zhou Leng, and smiled, "So long and yet you couldn't deal with even a single Demon Worshiper; you still need more practice."

"Yes," Zhou Leng did not dispute.

"Let's go, start pursuing those scattered small fry. Rao Mingxian, can you still move?"

"I can!" Rao Mingxian, having adjusted his breath, replied.

Some stayed guarding the passage, while Deng Zhijue led the group to chase the fleeing Demon Worshipers.

Chief Instructor Huang Jingqiu glanced at Zhou Leng's back, hesitated for a moment, then got into an off-road vehicle, telling the driver to follow from a distance.

Deng Zhijue led the group out of Mill Town, through farmland, and into the wilderness, pursuing the four people ahead.

Before long, they entered an abandoned old village.

The figures of those four or five people disappeared within the desolate village.

Deng Zhijue sent a message requesting reconnaissance support, opened the Demonized Watch, projecting an external light screen.

On the light screen, footage and photos from the Demonized Drone's reconnaissance were displayed.

Accurately recording how the four people were hiding separately in four residences, observing the situation while slowly spreading out.

"All four are in the Body Refining Stage, split into four groups; if you can take them alive, do so, if not, kill them."

Zhou Leng and Rao Mingxian teamed up to pursue one mid-stage Body Refining individual.

"I'll go intercept first." Zhou Leng employed the Flying Crane Technique, stepping on the ground, creating loud booms.

Where he passed, dust soared, and the ground cracked.

"Such speed... insane," Rao Mingxian knew he couldn't keep up, so he didn't waste True Qi using lightweight skills, but instead used low-consumption Qi manipulation to run.

The Fishman Cultist originally stayed to observe the situation but hearing someone approach from afar, knowing he'd been exposed, sped up his escape.

But in just over ten seconds, a figure suddenly swept past him, even looking back as it passed.

The Fishman Cultist was startled, hurriedly stopping.

Zhou Leng turned around, looking at the Fishman Cultist.

"Surrender," Zhou Leng said.

The Fishman Cultist cursed and turned to flee to the left.

Zhou Leng stepped on the ground, his body like a flying crane, catching up again, and as he kicked off the ground, suspended in mid-air, he kicked out both legs.

Sacrificial Kick.

A basic kicking method, but with large flaws, it could easily result in a mutual defeat.

Zhou Leng intended to bait the opponent into action.

Unexpectedly, the opponent rolled on the ground to evade from below, got up, and turned to continue running.

An ordinary mid-stage Body Refining wouldn't have dodged that kick, but this person had ingested a Magic Potion, with extremely strong short-burst power.

Zhou Leng chased again, slapping towards the back.

He abruptly shifted, suddenly speeding up to evade the strike.

Rao Mingxian had also arrived, blocking from two directions with Zhou Leng.

This person's Demon Skill wasn't good for anything else, but his running and turning speed were exceedingly fast.

After several attempts, Zhou Leng became familiar with the opponent's habits and speed. After catching up, he feigned a strike at the back, prompting the opponent to sharply turn right.

Zhou Leng shifted simultaneously, thrusting his right palm forward.

The opponent dodged fully, Zhou Leng's palm missing the center back, striking the rear ribs instead.

With a cracking sound, multiple ribs fractured, piercing through the flesh.

The person's figure wobbled, blood spitting from his mouth.

The approaching Rao Mingxian was elated, taking advantage of the opponent's stumbling run to deliver a Sacrificial Kick, his body suspended horizontally, firmly kicking the person's chest.

"Pfft..."

The person spat blood, flew backwards, chest bones shattered.

"You..." the person glared at Rao Mingxian.

Rao Mingxian aimed at his chest, viciously kicking.

Without the protection of True Qi, his chest collapsed, heart shattered.

Zhou Leng was about to reach out to stop, but it was too late, so he said nothing.

"You take the body, I'll go catch the others."

Saying this, Zhou Leng used the Flying Crane Technique and contacted his teammates using the Demonized Watch.

Deng Zhijue had already captured one person alive and was rushing towards one group, while Zhou Leng headed towards another.

With the two of them joining in, the battle quickly ended.

Unfortunately, one person exploded with demon blood before dying, capturing only two severely injured ones alive.

The group dragged a corpse and carried two prisoners, slowly making their way towards Huang Jingqiu's off-road vehicle not far away, along the village road.

The winter wind blew, stirring up yellow sand.

The village grew increasingly desolate.

Deng Zhijue glanced around and sighed, "Wenzhuang Village, I came here back in the day, but alas, everyone has left."

Suddenly, from a house ahead, a drone flew out, catching everyone's attention.

Everyone's expressions slightly changed.

"Be careful..."

Before Deng Zhijue could finish his words, someone silently stepped out from the door at the rear left, using a lightweight skill.

The person was dressed in black, with blood and flesh tree roots growing from his chin, and punched the Martial Guard nearest to him.

With rich experience, Deng Zhijue didn't just focus on the front like others, but also glanced behind, reacting in time, countering with a punch.

The two fists collided, pushing Deng Zhijue back three steps, his Qi and blood surging. He looked at the person with amazement.

In contrast, the person even advanced a step, pursuing Deng Zhijue.

"It's Shen Jun!" Deng Zhijue immediately called out the person's name.

"Looks like I'm quite famous in your Martial Guard Bureau. Ha ha..." Shen Jun laughed sharply.

Zhou Leng and the others were about to attack when over a dozen people jumped out from the nearby courtyard.

Both sides clashed together.

"Remnants of the Demon Worship Sect!" Huang Jingqiu shouted from afar,

he flashed with innate gang Qi all around him, shattered the ground, and sped towards them.

Zhou Leng mustered all his true Qi, facing the nearest early stage Body Refining Fishman Cultist, stepping continuously, like a rushing tide hitting the shore, and struck with a palm as he closed in.

The man neither dodged nor evaded, clashing palms with Zhou Leng.

Their palms met.

Crack...

The man's entire right arm burst off, and he cried out in anguish, as Zhou Leng leaned forward, thrusting his shoulder into the man's chest and abdomen.

With this impact, it was like a mountain peak collapsing.

The sound of bones cracking densely from the man's chest and abdomen, he flew backward, smashing through a wall, landing in the courtyard.

He lay on his back, the cloth on his chest and abdomen sunken in, hollow in the middle.

The internal organs and blood that were originally in the middle slowly flowed out from both sides of his waist.

His legs twitched, he closed his eyes, and died.

"Junior Brother!"

A mid-stage Body Refining Fishman Cultist ran a few steps to gain momentum, suddenly leaping, body horizontal in the air, both feet kicking towards Zhou Leng.

The first move was a risky sacrificial kick.

Zhou Leng sidestepped to dodge, while lifting his leg.

When the man reached close in midair, Zhou Leng's lifted right leg swung down like a falling axe, kicking his abdomen and twisting his foot.

Bang...

Surging true Qi burst through the man's flesh, disrupting his true Qi and invading his intestines and stomach.

The Sea Suppressing True Qi churned inside, as if his intestines, liver, kidneys, and stomach were tossed into a blender, breaking apart and mixing.

"Ah... Brother Jun, avenge me..." The man fell to the ground, clutching his stomach, rolling and screaming a few cries, vomiting blood, and passed out.

Both sides were shocked by Zhou Leng's fierceness.

While others were still engaged, Zhou Leng had resolved two people in just a few moves.

"Yongrui?" The black-clad expert Shen Jun who ambushed Deng Zhijue glanced at the fallen man, his expression darkened.

Fan Yongrui was a cousin of an innate master from the Demon Worship Sect. Before coming to Rucheng, Shen Jun personally assured the innate master that not only would he succeed in cultivation, but he would also earn handsomely.

"Take him away, give him the emergency medicine, quickly!" Shen Jun finished speaking, throwing three kinds of pills consecutively to a middle-aged man in the late Body Refining stage.

The man caught the pills, rushed over to feed Fan Yongrui, carried him, turned, and ran.

"A promising young talent..." Shen Jun gave up on Deng Zhijue, turning into a black shadow and struck towards Zhou Leng.

His eyes spun with black mist.

Only then did Zhou Leng see the man clearly, his skin slightly red, blue-black patterns surfacing around his body, his head splitting and growing horns, fresh blood flowing down his hair.

Beneath the black skin, muscles gently wriggled, blood vessels and tendons slithered like earthworms.

Zhou Leng did not wish to duel with a late-stage Life Force expert, drawing out a Demonized Crossbow, launching an arrow right at him.

Shen Jun twisted horizontally in midair, evading the arrow.

Deng Zhijue took the opportunity to catch up and tangled with Shen Jun.

"You all must die!" Huang Jingqiu saw that the person actually pursued Zhou Leng, recalled Hall Master Wang Boxiong's instruction, and his eyes turned red, increasing his speed once more.

Zhou Leng loaded the Demonized Crossbow Arrow, placed it in the Magic Spirit Bag, then charged at a Body Refining Stage Fishman Cultist.

Suddenly, a soft call from Deng Zhijue came to everyone's ears.

Turning his head, Zhou Leng saw that man raising a gemstone with his left hand, while his right hand punched Deng Zhijue.

Deng Zhijue's arms were crossed before his chest, eyes inexplicably closed, his movements distorted.

The man's punch landed on Deng Zhijue's arms, accompanied by the sound of bones breaking, flinging Deng Zhijue backwards.

"Courting death!" Huang Jingqiu had already rushed near, ready to pounce at any moment.

The man, having repelled Deng Zhijue, was about to attack Zhou Leng, but seeing Huang Jingqiu approaching, hesitated for a moment, stared at Zhou Leng coldly, and said, "Lucky for you, let's go!"

The man suddenly retreated far away, with the others following suit to escape.

After a few steps, Shen Jun turned back, smiling at the approaching Huang Jingqiu, pulling out a silver "T" letter pendant from beneath his collar, shaking it.

Huang Jingqiu, who was running, frowned; it was the Demon's Sealing Device, capable of releasing powerful spells.

He also recognized Shen Jun.