Chapter 1315: One Punch

Qiao Jia Jin looked at his thigh and said, "That's about enough..."

"Big guy... I might need to trouble you a bit more..."

"Huh? Next...?"

"Ah... I'm really sorry to impose on you like this," Qiao Jia Jin said with an apologetic expression, "You've put in so much effort. If I get the chance, I'll treat you to drinks."

"Hold on..."

Before Zhang Shan could understand what Qiao Jia Jin meant, Qiao Jia Jin had already leaped forward, using his only intact right leg to stomp hard on the ground.

The massive impact shook the entire room.

In mid-air, Qiao Jia Jin switched his legs, altering his attack.

What kind of martial technique could be launched with just one leg?

He used his intact right leg as the pivot and swung his fully carbonized left leg toward Qinglong with all his might.

Neither Qinglong nor Zhang Shan had anticipated such a bizarre assault, but it was precisely the move that maximized the damage.

Smack!

A strange cracking sound echoed through the room, sending carbon dust flying and black smoke billowing.

Qiao Jia Jin's left leg shattered upon impact with Qinglong, breaking off entirely from the thigh root like a piece of splintered charcoal.

The fragments fell like rain into the blood on the floor, pattering down.

Qinglong's body began to crack extensively; a chunk vanished from his right shoulder and waist, with countless pieces scattering in all directions, even splashing onto Zhang Shan's face.

Before Zhang Shan could react, his own left leg exploded, but since it was already carbonized, he felt no extra pain.

He quickly mobilized his Xin Nian to try rebuilding his entire left leg.

At Qinglong's damaged areas, new flesh started growing rapidly, far faster than Qiao Jia Jin's leg could regenerate.

Qiao Jia Jin landed on one foot from mid-air, steadied himself, and then launched a fierce punch straight at Qinglong's still-carbonized face.

Crack!

The sharp sound rang out in the room, twisting Qinglong's neck as his entire jaw shattered and flew off. Qiao Jia Jin's fist was left with bloody gashes from the hard fragments.

"Big guy, forget about the wounds for now—take care of your leg first!"

Zhang Shan nodded while clutching his fist and hurried to restore his left leg.

Meanwhile, Qiao Jia Jin balanced on one foot and seized the opportunity to unleash a barrage of punches, striking like bullets at the carbonized parts of Qinglong's body.

Would there ever be another chance like this? A being stronger than the Zhong Jie Zhe standing still, letting you pummel him...

Qiao Jia Jin knew his time was limited, so he increased the force of his punches.

Fragments flew chaotically as Qinglong's body disintegrated under the storm of fists.

The only part of Qinglong that could move—his eyes—gradually filled with rage, but his vital joints remained carbonized, preventing him from even raising a hand to block.

In just over a dozen punches, Qiao Jia Jin had dismantled the carbonized sections of Qinglong's upper body, leaving only some fully regenerated flesh connected by red veins, which he couldn't break further. So, he turned his attention to Qinglong's legs.

Influenced by Tian Xing Jian, he felt like an tireless woodpecker, his hands slashed bloody by the hard fragments, yet his fists never stopped.

Once the lower body was dismantled, Qinglong's upper body had almost fully regenerated.

Qiao Jia Jin alternated: dismantling the upper body, then the lower, and back again, with black fragments flying everywhere.

Qinglong realized the amount of flesh he needed to regenerate was increasing, as if he'd been hit by Jing Lei dozens of times over.

A few seconds later, his Tian Xing Jian regeneration visibly slowed, buying more time for the two of them to recover.

Qiao Jia Jin kept pounding with his enhanced iron fists for a full two minutes, but with only one leg on the ground, he couldn't fully coordinate his body to unleash 100 percent of his power—he had to rely on sheer volume of attacks to suppress.

After some time, Qiao Jia Jin suddenly felt his left leg touch the ground.

Zhang Shan had finished regenerating; he stood up, flexed his limbs to confirm everything else was fine, and rushed straight at Qinglong.

He knew Qiao Jia Jin had bought enough time with his body, so he needed to take Qinglong down immediately.

Seizing the moment, Qiao Jia Jin planted both feet firmly, slightly crouched into a horse stance, and summoned all his strength to thrust a punch straight into Qinglong's chest.

At the exact same moment, Zhang Shan leaped into the air, driving his massive leg in a flying knee strike toward Qinglong's back.

Smack!

The enormous sound erupted again, but Qiao Jia Jin's fist was caught dead in Qinglong's grasp.

Though Qinglong's body was in ruins, his limbs had regained mobility, and his eyes were now bloodshot.

It seemed the slowdown in his regeneration was because he had prioritized restoring his arms.

Before Qiao Jia Jin could speak, Qinglong spun around and swung a punch at Zhang Shan's knee, sending Zhang Shan flying. At the same time, Qiao Jia Jin felt a surge of pain in his own knee.

"Have I been too lenient with you..." Qinglong twisted his shattered body, his voice icy cold, "How dare you drain so much of my Xin Nian... Even Xuanwu wouldn't dare wound me like this."

"Is that so?" Qiao Jia Jin forced a bitter smile, "Maybe the two of us are just a bit bolder."

He noticed Qinglong's state had changed significantly from before—not physically, but mentally.

The prolonged use of regeneration must have taken a toll on his spirit.

"Since you won't kill Tian Long, then die yourselves."

Qinglong's flesh spread rapidly across his body. He twisted his neck oddly, trying to restore himself to peak condition, but part of his flesh wouldn't regenerate properly, leaving visible wounds.

Scars appeared on his forehead, arms, and chest—the first signs of injury Qiao Jia Jin had seen in this fight. If a person could be wounded, then he could be killed.

Without hesitation, Qiao Jia Jin extended his other hand, clenched it into a fist, and hurled it with full force toward Qinglong's cheek.

"Little green guy, take this!"

"Still struggling..." Qinglong tried to use Duo Xin Po to control Qiao Jia Jin, but once again, that strange voice echoed in his mind.

"Wait for me..."

The voice was like a blade, stabbing at him every time he attempted Duo Xin Po.

Before he could figure out the voice's source, Qiao Jia Jin's fist landed solidly on his cheek.

The punch was devastatingly powerful; upon hitting his jaw, it made his entire body go numb, as if his soul had been knocked out.

Qinglong's ruined body spun sideways through the air like a whipped top, then rolled across the ground for over a dozen turns before finally stopping at the base of the stairs.