Zhou Leng's clothes were as usual, neither disordered nor damaged.

Only covered in blood splatters.

From start to finish, his feet never stopped moving.

A student rushed onto the podium, grasping the microphone tightly, his indignation boiling, shouting loudly.

"Zhou Leng! We know you are powerful, our Western Sea Martial Arts Academy has lost, and we won't deny it!"

"Today, you are victorious!"

"But this behavior of taking advantage of others is despicable."

"If you are from Dragon Country, if you are a man, a Martial Artist, then fight outwardly first, defeat Miller of Eagle Alliance, then come and challenge our Western Sea Martial Arts Academy!"

"And not take advantage of others."

"Otherwise, you will never earn our respect!"

Students of the Western Sea Martial Arts Academy looked at the ground covered with injured people, their hearts heavy and faces solemn.

This student voiced the sentiments of everyone.

Then, Zhou Leng's voice echoed throughout the venue.

"Miller? His head is still embedded at the entrance of the Ruda school."

After speaking, Zhou Leng suddenly unleashed the Falling Whale Force he had just learned, his body first retreating flexibly like a willow, then abruptly, stepping out like lightning, delivering a palm strike on the side wall of the steps.

Boom.

The nearby spectator stands shook, and everyone fled.

Zhou Leng walked out the big door.

The wall of the steps cracked in the middle, and fractures creaked, spreading in all directions.

Rumble...

The wall of the steps collapsed, connected by the spectator stand steps which also collapsed for dozens of meters.

Far-off teachers and students glanced at the ground filled with injured people, and then at the spectator stand steps that collapsed for dozens of meters, falling into deep silence.

Zhou Leng had held back.

This strike embodied the Innate.

"Thinking now of Zhou Leng's earlier words, he spared the face of our Western Sea Martial Arts Academy, yet we misunderstood."

"Today will probably be a day of disgrace for the Western Sea Martial Arts Academy."

"Who would have thought, the time since the last humiliation of the Western Sea Martial Arts Academy is less than an hour."

"I've lived 70 years, worked at Western Sea Martial Arts Academy for 40 years, and have seen such things only three times, two of which occurred today."

"Say no more..."

Zhou Leng's figure disappeared in the Great Martial Arts Dojo.

On the podium, a young teacher quietly left, disappearing through the back door.

Several teachers noticed, thought for a while, and did not stop him.

"Ahem, he went to the restroom, don't overthink."

"Right..."

"He is from Western Sea Martial Arts Academy, advanced to Innate in senior year, has strong feelings for the Western Sea Martial Arts Academy, stayed directly after graduation. It's too cruel to have him do nothing."

"He should know the severity, maybe only teaching Zhou... the opponent a lesson, letting him know that our Western Sea Martial Arts Academy is not without people, senior Innate exists, they are just on Innate Mountain."

"It's rare to have senior Innate in Ruda, but each year, Top Ten Martial Arts will have Innate graduates."

"It does seem a bit unworthy of victory, but the face of Western Sea Martial Arts Academy must be preserved."

"Do you all think True Liquid Innate can defeat a thousand people?"

"Theoretically, it should be possible..."

Zhou Leng walked on the road of Western Sea Martial Arts Academy.

On both sides, flower beds and greenery flourished, pine trees stood tall, full of life.

Upon reaching a sparsely populated area, Zhou Leng's ears twitched, and he slowed his pace.

Tap tap tap...

That was the sound of a master stepping on the ground, though slight, very quick.

Turning around to look, from the side pine woods, emerged a tall Martial Artist in camouflage, wearing a black hood leaving only eyes and nose exposed.

"Zhou Leng, right?" The masked man approached.

"True Liquid Innate?" Zhou Leng asked.

"Rest assured, I will suppress my strength to the level before graduation last year, using only eighty percent power. To let you know, Western Sea Martial Arts Academy is not without people, it's just your luck."

Zhou Leng scrutinized the masked man for a moment, then said, "Go all out, I truly want to witness the power of True Liquid Innate."

"If you can take three moves from me, then I'll go all out."

The masked man finished speaking, slightly bent his knees, feet stamped the earth, amidst flying dust, his figure flashed, punching towards Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng's pupils brightened, this person's speed was actually a bit faster than the Barbarian Star Axe.

Encountered a master!

Zhou Leng mobilized all True Qi, infusing Qi Blood into his right arm.

Overlapping Waves Palm killing move, Thousand Tide Sea.

The power of this palm far exceeded the battle with Barbarian Star Axe.

Originally wanted to use the Falling Whale Force recently learned, but thought this was merely the first palm, temporarily not using it, testing the authenticity of True Liquid Innate.

Not using Falling Whale Force, palm power was roughly eighty percent of full strength.

Zhou Leng's eyes glowed, True Qi roared within, right palm broke the air with a hiss.

The experienced Innate masked man sensed the extreme palm power, felt something amiss, immediately changing, increasing from eighty percent power, to full strength.

Then let you experience the True Liquid Innate's full! strength! Doing! My! Best!

Don't blame me!

The masked man charged forth like a tiger, punched onto Zhou Leng's palm.

Punch and palm collided.

Boom...

Huge explosive sound erupted.

The ground beneath them cracked with crisp sounds, stones flew.

Sleeves exploded, turning into flurries of cloth pieces scattering in the sky.

Zhou Leng retreated five steps, nearly stepping into the flowerbed.

The masked man flew backward, crashing into a pine tree as thick as a bowl, continued flying back, hitting a second tree, sliding down, and breaking the second tree, causing it to topple over.

"You..."

Blood gushed wildly from the masked man's mouth.

Part of the blood surged upward, flowing out from the mask's nose opening.

Part of it flowed down from the mask's neck opening, staining the entire neck red, like a waterfall flowing to the chest.

His right arm was twisted and bent, broken into five pieces.

He stared at Zhou Leng, dense shadows floating before his eyes, the world shaking.

Zhou Leng looked at the opponent's twisted arm, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes, quickly realizing something.

Not everyone has a Body of Wonders.

The body of a True Liquid Innate is stronger than a Vitality Stage, but it is limited. At least, one must reach Muscle Innate to match Beastmen of the same realm.

Now, this person's body strength is not even seventy percent of the Barbarian Star Axe.

Seeing that the opponent was unable to continue fighting, Zhou Leng sighed, "I told you to give it your all, you only used eighty percent of your power, no match for my eighty percent palm power."

The masked man, both ashamed and angry, felt a rush of anger, spat out a large mouthful of blood with a "wah," rolled his eyes, and fainted.

Zhou Leng glanced around, seeing some students passing by turning to flee, while others stood frozen in fear.

Zhou Leng shouted, "You all saw it, we were fighting fairly, and he was injured because he underestimated me."

Having said that, he lifted his leg and left.

After taking a few steps, Zhou Leng took a video of the surrounding area and sent it to Mo Hai, a high school classmate at West Sea Martial Arts Academy.

"Mo Hai, this person seems to be one of your Innate Masters at West Sea Martial Arts Academy. He sparred with me and got injured and fainted. Tell your school that he underestimated me, only using eighty percent of his power to fight me, otherwise, it wouldn't have been like this."

Zhou Leng thought for a moment and added another sentence.

"From now on, all grievances between me and West Sea Martial Arts Academy are over. We are all part of Dragon Country's Martial Arts Academy, united and hoping to join hands in the future to slay demons and exterminate evil. You're socially adept, help me think of the wording, and I'll treat you to a meal later."

Zhou Leng took another look at the fallen Innate, quickly leaving to avoid getting entangled.

On the way, Zhou Leng sent a message to Wang Boxiong, briefly explaining what happened.

Wang Boxiong replied with just three words.

"Got it."

Zhou Leng was relieved, knowing it wasn't a big deal in the eyes of this Hall Master.

Beside the podium at the Great Martial Arts Dojo, Mo Hai watched the video, silently calculating how high his social skills needed to be to resolve this big incident of punching a thousand people and kicking Innates.

Outside the gate of West Sea Martial Arts, Zhou Leng checked the time, realizing it was still early for lunch, so he chose not to take a car and ran back to school.

On the way, Zhou Leng sent a message to Deng Zhijue.

"Instructor, I've completed the Innate Battle Path, planning to take the final Pill today, please assist as a guardian tomorrow."

"Completed? How were the experts at West Sea Martial Arts?"

"They didn't send any experts."

"Then who did they send?"

"Over a thousand Martial Arts Students and an Innate Teacher."

"..."

The two schools weren't far apart, and Zhou Leng was running on a fast lane, returning to Ruda's school gate in just over ten minutes.

At the gate, it was crowded with people.

Many students from Ruda were gathered at the entrance.

Feng Wenhao and Wei Hong, classmates of Zhou Leng, were surrounded by many Ruda students, repeatedly recounting the events.

Zhou Leng saw so many people ahead, assumed the injured had been taken away by ambulance, and circled around to the side to leave.

"Zhou Leng!" someone shouted.

Everyone turned their heads, searching, and finally focused their gaze on him.

"What? It's over?" Wei Hong and Feng Wenhao were stunned, had he finished boasting and Zhou Leng was already back?

Zhou Leng nodded.

The crowd erupted.

Wei Hong shouted, "Did you go to West Sea Martial Arts for the Innate Battle Path or just to take a pee and come back? How long was that? The ones lying down were just taken by ambulance."

Zhou Leng had no time for Wei Hong's banter, glanced at the small pits on the ground, and continued walking forward, thinking about the matter of advancing to Innate.

Need to buy nine Protective Realm Pills, otherwise, it's not safe.

"Did you really smash through West Sea Martial Arts? You have a lot of blood on you, but it's all spotty..."

Some senior students in the group quickly noticed something odd about the blood traces.

On the army-green camo uniform, the bloodstains were dense, some areas connected together.

"Senior Brother, how many people did you fight at West Sea Martial Arts? The blood traces are unusual."

"With this much blood, it should've been a bloody battle, yet all the blood marks are small spots, no large stains, which means the fights were easily resolved, just splatter. But how many battles could there have been to cause this much blood to splatter?"

"It's nothing." Zhou Leng continued to walk forward.

At this moment, a student suddenly let out an earth-shattering shout.

"Holy shit..."

Everyone looked at him.

"What happened?"

"I'll show you the projection!"

The student aimed forward, using a Demonized Watch to project a huge screen.

Hundreds of people looked over.

On the light screen's video, a massive green Martial Arts Dojo had hundreds or thousands of people lying around.

These people were collapsed in various positions, yet a clear path was left in the middle.

The video turned, revealing collapsed steps at the entrance and exit of the audience seating, sunken by over ten meters.

"This video was sent by my friend from West Sea Martial Arts, he said..."

"Zhou Leng, alone, fought against a thousand."

"Now not only the students of West Sea Martial Arts respect him, but the teachers have been convinced as well, nobody dares speak ill of Zhou Leng, even those lying on the ground concede that he's impressive."

"They even gave Zhou Leng a nickname, 'One Move for All, Zhou Equality,' meaning everyone gets one move, equal for all."

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