[Every clang of hammering was accompanied by the scream of a Sea Demon.]
[Once you joined the fight, the terror of "Heartsteel" surpassed even "The Toughest Father of Foreign Races."]
[There were fifty-two Sea Demons.]
[At a Martial Artist's speed, finishing two rounds in two minutes was effortless.]
[After stacking over a hundred layers of Heartsteel, your height directly broke past three meters, making you look even more sinister than the Demon Race.]
["Bang!!"]
[One punch unleashed an airburst, punching through a fragile little Sea Demon from over ten meters away.]
[The remaining force slammed violently into the sea behind it, raising towering waves!]
["Splash, splash..."]
[Seawater mixed with Sea Demon blood, staining the waters red.]
[You slaughtered in every direction alone, sending the Sea Demons scrambling in panic, fleeing like rats with their heads in their hands and crying for mercy.]
[Yet you had already entered a Heartsteel addiction episode.]
[Begging for mercy?]
[Couldn't hear it.]
[Clearly, you were the ones throwing yourselves onto my fists!]
[And you were so fragile—you shattered at the slightest impact.]
[The Holy Land disciples and Long Yang could only crane their necks to look up at you now.]
[They were already dumbstruck.]
["Chen, Junior Brother Chen... your divine skill is truly unmatched."]
["Why are you still calling him Junior Brother? He's Senior Brother Chen!"]
["What Cultivation Method does Senior Brother Chen use? I've spent years in the Holy Land and have seen much of the world, yet I've never even heard of it..."]
[After winning the battle, you pulled up your three teammates, who had collapsed in the seawater, one by one.]
["Senior Brothers, please pull yourselves together. There are many Sea Demons. They will surely return, and next time there will only be more of them, and stronger ones.]
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