Chapter 1315: One Punch

“Almost there…” Qiao Jiajin looked at his leg and said, “Big guy… I might have to trouble you again…”

“Huh? What now…?”

“Ah… I really owe you one.” Qiao Jiajin wore an apologetic expression. “You’ve already done so much. If there’s a chance in the future, you can treat me to a drink.”

“Wait a second—”

Before Zhang Shan could grasp Qiao Jiajin’s meaning, the latter had already pushed off the ground with his only intact right leg, leaping forward with all his might.

The thunderous stomp seemed to shake the entire room.

Mid-air, Qiao Jiajin switched legs, altering his attack trajectory.

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

Using his uninjured right leg as a pivot, he swung his completely charred left leg with full force, aiming straight for Qinglong.

Neither Qinglong nor Zhang Shan had anticipated such an unorthodox assault—yet it was precisely the kind of attack that maximized destructive potential.

**CRACK!**

A sharp, eerie sound exploded in the room. Instantly, carbon dust scattered like black smoke.

Qiao Jiajin’s left leg shattered upon impact with Qinglong, disintegrating from the thigh down like a piece of charcoal smashed to pieces.

Fragments rained down, pattering onto the blood-soaked floor like a macabre hailstorm.

Qinglong’s body began to fracture on a massive scale—his right shoulder and waist caved in, chunks of his form flying in all directions, some even splattering onto Zhang Shan’s face.

Before Zhang Shan could react in shock, his own left leg exploded. Fortunately, it had already carbonized, sparing him any additional pain.

He quickly channeled his **Conviction**, focusing on regenerating his entire left leg.

From Qinglong’s damaged sections, fresh flesh rapidly regrew, far outpacing the recovery of Qiao Jiajin’s left leg.

Landing on his single leg, Qiao Jiajin steadied himself before launching a furious punch straight at Qinglong’s still-carbonizing face.

**CRUNCH!**

Another sharp crack echoed through the room. Qinglong’s neck twisted violently, his jaw shattering from the impact and flying off. Qiao Jiajin’s fist was left bloodied by the razor-sharp fragments.

“Big guy, forget the wounds—focus on your leg first!”

Zhang Shan, clutching his own fist, nodded and immediately redirected his efforts to restoring his left leg.

Standing on one foot, Qiao Jiajin seized the moment, unleashing a barrage of punches like bullets, hammering every carbonized part of Qinglong’s body.

Would there ever be another chance like this? A being even stronger than the **Terminator**, standing motionless while being pummeled mercilessly…

Knowing his time was limited, Qiao Jiajin intensified his assault, fists raining down with even greater force.

Fragments scattered wildly as Qinglong’s body, under the storm of blows, began to fracture beyond recognition.

The only part of Qinglong that could still move—his eyes—burned with fury, but his vital joints remained petrified in carbon, rendering him unable to even raise a hand in defense.

Within a dozen punches, Qiao Jiajin had dismantled the carbonized upper half of Qinglong’s body, leaving only partially regenerated flesh held together by crimson sinews. Unable to break these further, he redirected his strikes downward, targeting Qinglong’s legs.

Under the influence of **Heaven’s Perseverance**, he felt like an inexhaustible woodpecker. His hands were already mangled by the sharp debris, yet his fists never relented.

By the time Qinglong’s lower half was reduced to fragments, his upper body had nearly fully regenerated.

So Qiao Jiajin shifted again—upper body, then lower, then back again. Fists flew in a relentless cycle, black shards filling the air like a storm.

Qinglong realized the sheer volume of flesh he needed to restore was spiraling out of control—as if he’d been struck by **Thunderclap** dozens of times.

Within seconds, the recovery speed of **Heaven’s Perseverance** visibly slowed, buying the two fighters precious time.

Qiao Jiajin’s enhanced iron fists hammered relentlessly for nearly two minutes. But with only one leg grounded, he couldn’t harness his full strength through proper stance, relying instead on sheer volume of attacks.

At some point, he suddenly felt his left leg touch the ground again.

Zhang Shan had fully recovered. Rising to his feet, he tested his limbs before charging at Qinglong without hesitation.

He knew Qiao Jiajin had bought them enough time—now was the moment to finish this.

Seizing the opportunity, Qiao Jiajin planted both feet firmly, sinking into a horse stance before driving his entire weight into a devastating punch aimed at Qinglong’s chest.

Simultaneously, Zhang Shan leapt into the air, his massive leg delivering a crushing knee strike straight into Qinglong’s back.

**BANG!**

Another deafening impact—but this time, Qinglong’s hand shot up, catching Qiao Jiajin’s fist in a vice-like grip.

Though his body was in ruins, his limbs had regained mobility. His eyes, now bloodshot, radiated pure malice.

It seemed Qinglong’s slowed recovery had been a ploy—he’d prioritized restoring his arms first.

Before Qiao Jiajin could react, Qinglong twisted and lashed out, his fist smashing into Zhang Shan’s knee, sending him flying. Qiao Jiajin’s own knee erupted in agony.

“Have I been too lenient with you two?” Qinglong’s voice was glacial as he twisted his shattered form. “To dare waste so much of my **Conviction**… Even Xuanwu wouldn’t have wounded me like this.”

“Yeah?” Qiao Jiajin forced a bitter laugh. “Guess we’re just bolder.”

He noticed Qinglong’s demeanor had shifted drastically—not physically, but mentally. The toll of constant regeneration had clearly eroded his focus.

“If you won’t kill Tianlong, then die yourselves.”

Qinglong’s flesh rapidly knitted itself back together, his neck twisting unnaturally as he sought to restore his prime state. Yet patches of his body refused to heal, leaving visible wounds for the first time.

Cuts marred his forehead, arms, and chest—tiny vulnerabilities that kindled hope in Qiao Jiajin. If this monster could bleed, he could be killed.

Without hesitation, Qiao Jiajin swung his other fist with every ounce of strength left, aiming straight for Qinglong’s face.

“Here’s a taste of this, little green freak!”

“Still struggling—” Qinglong tried to activate **Soulsnatch** to paralyze Qiao Jiajin, but that eerie voice slithered into his mind again:

*”Wait for me…”*

Like a dagger, it stabbed at him every time he attempted to use his power.

Before he could identify the voice’s owner, Qiao Jiajin’s fist connected squarely with his jaw.

The impact was catastrophic. As the blow landed, Qinglong’s entire body convulsed as if electrocuted, his consciousness momentarily detaching from his flesh.

His broken form spun horizontally through the air like a whipped top before crashing to the ground, rolling uncontrollably for over a dozen revolutions before finally skidding to a halt—right at the base of the stairs.