Before Chang Yuanzhong's head hit the ground, Zhou Leng charged at the next Vitality Stage martial artist, delivering a direct kick to the man's chest.

Zhou Leng's speed was so fast that the Vitality Stage martial artist couldn't evade and had to cross his arms over his chest for protection.

Zhou Leng's foot landed on his arms.

With a loud crash and the sharp sound of bones breaking, the man's arms were forcibly shoved into his chest, his body flew backward, smashing into a large tree, and he spat out blood, unable to get up.

Zhou Leng rushed toward the next Vitality Stage.

In front, two Vitality Stages were close, one ahead of the other.

Zhou Leng spread his right arm sideways, used no technique, just stepped on the ground and sped rapidly forward.

Zhou Leng's right arm swept across the man's neck.

The man's neck seemed to be sliced by a sword; his head flew off, hot blood spurting from his neck.

A person in the Early Stage of Body Refining behind Zhou Leng stared blankly, watching the headless corpse spraying blood without falling, while Zhou Leng had already reached the next Vitality Stage master, delivering a palm strike, without using any technique.

Just a palm strike.

Struck on the Vitality Stage's fist, then pushed back, driving the fist into his chest.

True Qi erupted.

The wrist was severed, piercing through the chest, flying out of the back.

It was only then that the others reacted.

Two knelt down on the spot, two turned to flee, while others shouted and charged forward.

Like facing porcelain figures, Zhou Leng landed a palm strike on each, killing everyone around, then casually shattered the heads of the two kneeling.

Like a tiger or leopard in the forest, he chased down the two fleeing Body Refining stage individuals, killed each with a single strike.

Dragging the two corpses, he returned to the initial battlefield.

Zhou Leng walked to Chang Yuanzhong's side, took off the Magic Spirit Bag from his body.

Looked at the other corpses, none had a Magic Spirit Bag.

It's a thing worth millions; not everyone can afford it.

Opened the Magic Spirit Bag and saw various pills, documents, gold, high-energy gemstones, and miscellaneous items.

Zhou Leng rummaged through the other bodies; each carried a backpack with wallets, food, pills, and such.

Didn't check thoroughly, put all backpacks into Chang Yuanzhong's Magic Spirit Bag.

Piled the corpses together, sprinkled Corpse-Dissolving Potion.

Used from Chang Yuanzhong's Magic Spirit Bag.

So many corpses, just one bottle would suffice, but Zhou Leng used three.

The Corpse-Dissolving Potion not only contains herbs but also magic; once sprinkled, it quickly decomposes all bodies, clothes, phones, belts, everything.

Before long, they became a red-green-black mixed slush, forming a big pit, corroding into the ground, seeping downwards.

Zhou Leng looked in the direction Chang Yuanzhong and others came from, lightened steps, briskly ran forward.

Not long after, exited the woods.

Chang Luan and seven Body Refining stage individuals were circled together, chatting and laughing.

"How many minutes do you think?"

"After all, we still need to chase for a while, eight minutes, no more."

"At most seven minutes."

"Young Master Chang, what do you say?"

"After all, Zhou Leng is ranked second on the new students list, let's give him some credit, seven and a half."

"Hahaha... uh..."

A shadow flashed by, two large hands landing on the heads of two Body Refining stage martial artists.

Bang... bang...

Two sounds echoed together like watermelons exploding.

The remaining five Body Refining stage individuals acted simultaneously, but Zhou Leng killed each with a single move.

Chang Luan stood idly on the spot, others' blood flowing down his forehead along his nose.

Zhou Leng walked to Chang Luan.

Chang Luan looked forward, a huge shadow eclipsing the last light of the sun, the world turned dim.

His eyes slowly widened, understanding everything; memories of his encounters with Zhou Leng flashed through his mind.

He showed a pleading expression, and said: "Zhou..."

Zhou Leng pointed out, piercing the space between his eyebrows, quickly withdrawing.

A bloody hole appeared on Chang Luan's forehead, bone fragments flew out from behind his head, blood sprayed like a line.

The body fell backward.

The glow of dusk bathed into Chang Luan's eyes, sinking into the depth of his pupils.

Zhou Leng glanced at Chang Luan on the ground, only for a moment.

Took all the backpacks from the scene, rummaged through pockets, piled the bodies together, threw out two bottles of Corpse-Dissolving Potion.

Still from Chang Yuanzhong's Magic Spirit Bag.

Bodies and miscellaneous items sizzled, melting away, a nasty white smoke gently drifting.

Zhou Leng opened the map, headed toward Deer Horn Mountain.

Entered the dense forest, making twists and turns, avoiding being tracked.

Then, he donned a black hood, revealing only his eyes, nose and mouth, sprayed deodorizers, affixed Anti-Night Vision Demonization Patch...

After checking all potential exposure points, continued towards Deer Horn Mountain.

Near evening, Zhou Leng arrived near Deer Horn Mountain.

Checked the time.

It's March 28, still several days until the deathmatch on the 31st.

Zhou Leng approached several kilometers away from Tian Wenhua's mining site, climbed a tree, looked far through binoculars.

Outside the mine, a small mining site built against the mountain.

Behind the high walls, four high lookout towers with soldiers equipped with Demonized Crossbows, surveillance equipment scattered.

Inside the high walls, various buildings stood.

Some workers were busy, many martial artists practiced, cultivated, or chatted.

A rough count showed at least three to four hundred people, consistent with the intelligence information.

Zhou Leng slipped down the tree, leaned against the trunk, and silently contemplated.

The mining camp base.

Inside a wide office, more than thirty Vitality Stage martial artists sat or stood.

Tian Wenhua sat in the middle, said: "Xue Tongming's forces have arrived at the deathmatch mining site, what do you think?"

The Vitality Stage martial artists, small masters from various factions, offered their opinions.

"It doesn't matter, keep waiting, naturally meeting on the 31st."

"These days, have a good rest, practice and spar with each other."

"The opponent is not weak, we must treat this cautiously."

"I heard there are other reinforcements on the way. Once more people are here, we can determine the death duel participants through internal battles."

Tian Wenhua listened quietly.

After everyone finished sharing their opinions, Tian Wenhua smiled and said, "I am indeed waiting for some friends, like Chang Yuanzhong and others. However, my deadline is tomorrow."

Everyone looked at Tian Wenhua in confusion.

Tomorrow is the 29th, but the death duel is scheduled for the 31st.

Tian Wenhua slowly said, "We will make our move tomorrow night."

Some people showed delight, while others frowned.

Yan Fenggang quickly said, "Brother Hu, you're so bold! By tomorrow, Xue Tongming won't have gathered many people, but we will have gathered more people in advance. By then, we'll catch him off guard."

"Brother Hu, won't doing this..." A Vitality Stage hesitated.

Tian Wenhua said, "Before washing hands of blood, you must first wash your hands in a basin of blood."

Tian Wenhua scanned the crowd.

The crowd instantly understood that Tian Wenhua's death duel was just a guise, he had been preparing to attack directly.

"We will follow Brother Hu's plan."

"I agree."

"I also agree."

Seeing that it had come to this point, everyone agreed one after another.

Tian Wenhua said, "In a valley, I have prepared some external reinforcements. Before moving on the 29th, we will meet up with the reinforcements. I can't guarantee anything else, but I can guarantee that after this, Xue Family will no longer exist in Rucheng."

Everyone exchanged glances, knowing Xue Family was a big piece of the pie.

Tian Wenhua also clearly stated about washing hands of blood, meaning those who would take the prize afterward were naturally those present here.

Some people laughed happily.

"We Pioneers live with licking blood off the blade, what's there to fear?"

"Wealth is sought in danger, my Magic Spirit Bag relies on this battle."

"If we don't eat more meat, how will we have the chance to advance to Innate?"

The crowd chatted and laughed, calmly accepting this plan.

Outside the mining base.

Zhou Leng walked to a distance, waiting quietly, looking for an opportunity.

There were too many people inside.

One after another, people entered the mining site from afar to join up with Tian Wenhua.

The next day, everything was as usual.

Inside the mining site, everything was as tight as before, with no opportunity in sight.

Zhou Leng was not in a hurry, if no opportunity arose now, he would act after the death duel.

There will always be a chance.

As night was approaching, Zhou Leng once again quietly approached.

Until late at night, there was no change.

Zhou Leng wrapped his body in grass-green canvas, leaving only his head exposed, resting with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, a faint sound came from the direction of the mining site.

Zhou Leng climbed a tree and looked towards that direction.

He saw the mining site brightly lit, and a large group of people walked out the gate.

These people were all agile-bodied, with strong physiques, and an imposing manner. The Blood Transporting Period doesn't have such momentum, they looked like they were in the Vitality Stage or Body Refining Stage.

Upon rough calculation, there were at least a hundred people.

Zhou Leng showed a puzzled expression; today was only the 29th, even counting as midnight to the 30th, there was still a day until the official death duel.

Yet they actually went out at night, could it be...

Zhou Leng maintained his distance, following this group of a hundred from afar.

At the same time, in Rucheng.

Wang Boxiong was alerted by a special intelligence report.

Regarding Tian Wenhua's intelligence.

Wang Boxiong read the report and suddenly stood up.

Then read it again.

Tian Wenhua was actually in collusion with the Demon Worship Sect to obtain an Innate Demon Heart.

With his rich experience, Wang Boxiong instantly understood what Tian Wenhua intended to do.

He immediately called Chen Shouhu.

"Have your Martial Arts Brigade send two Innates to the location of Tian Wenhua, protect Zhou Leng."

"Now that Zhou Leng is under your Martial Guard Department, why am I the one always cleaning up after him?"

"He is worth saving."

"The Great Wall Shield plan is protection, not a babysitting service. Besides, how do I verify whether he is worth it or not?"

"When you save Zhou Leng, have him go to the Captain's Competition Camp once he's out. If he can't clear the camp in one day, you can make a request to me, anything. If he clears the camp in one day, double the Competition Camp rewards, plus a 'Demon Slaying Camp' spot."

"Do you take me for a fool? Saving someone and giving rewards and spots?"

"Let me ask you, is someone who can clear the camp in a day and enter the Demon Slaying Camp worth saving?"

After a while, Chen Shouhu hesitantly replied, "It is worth saving."

"Then save him, if he can clear the camp in a day, doesn't that prove it?"

"Indeed... but something feels off, what if he can't clear the camp in a day?"

"You can make a request to me in the future, should you need my assistance," Wang Boxiong said.

"I still feel something is off."

"Enough with the talk, lives are at stake."

"Then I'll send someone to rescue him. Hmph, if he can't clear the Captain's Camp in a day, don't blame me for making demands."

"A gentleman's word."

"A promise worth a thousand gold."

In the dark of night.

Two Innate Masters rushed out from Shuizhou Demon City base, heading towards Deer Horn Mountain at over 400 kilometers per hour.

Outside Deer Horn Mountain, Zhou Leng had been secretly tracking Tian Wenhua's men.

Soon, Tian Wenhua's team entered a valley.

A team of guards stood watch at the valley entrance.

Zhou Leng carefully examined the valley entrance, it seemed to be the only way in or out, infiltrating seemed impossible.

He raised his head, looking towards the peaks on both sides of the valley.

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