Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Chapter 118 Facing Scarface, an Intensely Intimidating Kick Technique

He looked up, slightly out of breath, and saw a burly figure approaching with terrifying pressure in the flickering firelight.

The newcomer was none other than Scarface!

At this moment, his chest was exposed, revealing muscles covered with chest hair and scars. His legs were unusually thick and long compared to ordinary people, and his walking was like stepping on a war drum, with each step causing the deck to tremble slightly.

The iron hook on his left hand gleamed with a deadly cold light, and the black hood over his left eye looked even more ferocious in the firelight.

Xiren's gaze sharpened. He clearly remembered from Cook's intelligence that this person practiced a rare leg-based fighting technique.

In martial arts common sense, leg attacks have a much longer range than arm attacks, hence the saying "an inch longer, an inch stronger".

Moreover, once a martial artist specializing in lower body strength unleashes his power, his waist and legs move in perfect unison, making his moves extremely swift and ruthless, and making him very difficult to get close to.

To be on the safe side, Xilun did not choose to directly confront the opponent's attack with his own body.

With a flick of his toe, he picked up a fairly sturdy steel harpoon from the corpses scattered on the ground and held it in his hand.

He planned to first use a long weapon to probe the opponent's leg fighting technique and its weaknesses, so as not to be caught off guard by the opponent's extremely secretive changes of move right from the start.

"You're asking for it!"

Scarface stared at the corpses of his men scattered on the ground, his eyes twitching violently, and he roared.

Instead of immediately unleashing his leg techniques, he suddenly pulled out a large-caliber heavy pistol from his waist.

As a seasoned pirate who had spent many years navigating the seas, he had no interest in chivalrous duels or fair fights.

If a problem can be solved with a gun, then never use your fists.

Scarface raised his hand and fired two shots with a "bang," the sound of gunpowder exploding deafeningly.

Xilun's eyes turned cold. The instant the other man drew his gun, he immediately bent down, reached out, and grabbed a still-warm pirate corpse at his feet, holding it up like a human shield in front of him.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Two heavy lead bullets pierced the corpse's back instantly, leaving it a bloody mess, but they did not harm Xilun behind it in the slightest.

Taking advantage of the moment when the enemy's gunfire ceased, Xilun threw the corpse aside, his arm muscles bulged, and the harpoon in his hand stabbed out fiercely like a poisonous dragon emerging from the sea.

The harpoon whistled through the air as it precisely pierced the scarred man's wrist, the one holding the gun.

Scarface clearly hadn't expected his opponent to not only react so quickly but also possess such terrifying strength.

His expression changed slightly, and he immediately used the iron hook in his left hand to block the menacing harpoon.

"when!"

Sparks flew everywhere, and the immense force traveled along the iron hook, nearly causing Scarface to drop the heavy gun from his right hand.

With a flick of his wrist, Xilun launched the harpoon, sending the troublesome musket flying into the dark sea.

"What a fucking lousy thing!"

Upon seeing that the musket was gone, Scarface was not panicked at all; instead, he cursed loudly.

His ferocity erupted completely, his one eye fixed on Xilun, and with a sudden swing of his left hand, he firmly blocked the harpoon pole that Xilun was thrusting at him.

Using the force of the pull, Scarface suddenly lunged closer.

The next moment, the real danger descended!

A muffled thunderclap seemed to echo in the air.

Scarface's thick, millstone-like right leg, with a piercing whistle that tore through the air, lashed out at Xilun's waist and abdomen like a whip made of pure steel!

This whip kick was so fast and powerful that it completely exceeded the visual limits of ordinary people.

Even the thick fog was forcibly drawn out into a vacuum by the violent blood and energy carried on his legs.

Xilun's pupils contracted sharply; he felt the suffocating pressure.

He immediately abandoned his attack, gripping the iron bar of the harpoon tightly with both hands and holding it upright in front of him to block.

"Bang!!!"

A tooth-grinding bang exploded on the deck.

The steel harpoon pole was kicked and bent into an exaggerated arc the moment it made contact with that thick leg.

The violent force traveled through the iron bars and crashed into Siron's arms like a tsunami.

Xilun grunted, his feet sliding back two or three meters on the deck, the soles of his shoes scraping against the wooden planks with a screeching sound, leaving two deep, charred marks.

Before Xilun could catch his breath and regain his balance, Scarface's wild laughter followed him everywhere.

"You think you can rob my ship with that little strength? Prepare to die, you little bastard!"

After blocking the first attack, Xiren truly realized the terrifying nature of this leg-based fighting technique.

Scarface's legs didn't need to retract like a normal person; they were like heavy machine guns wound up, leaving countless afterimages in the air as they poured down on Xilun's upper, middle, and lower body.

Kick, stomp, sweep, chop, stomp!

Every strike was powerful and heavy, every strike aimed straight for the vital points.

Scarface's massive body displayed an agility and strangeness completely disproportionate to his size under this storm of leg techniques.

Xilun's skill with long weapons was only mediocre; he usually relied on the close-quarters combat of the "Dark Claw Technique."

Holding a harpoon that wasn't quite to his liking, he was immediately put in an extremely passive position in the face of such high-density long-range firepower.

The space on the deck was completely sealed off by the web-like shadows of Scarface's legs.

With only the superhuman dynamic vision and tenacious physique of a first-order baptized, Xilun struggled to stay afloat in the raging storm, constantly falling into a disadvantageous position.

"Snap!"

Another extremely insidious low sweeping kick landed. Although Xiren managed to block it with the end of his harpoon, the piercing shock still caused a trickle of blood to split open at the base of his hand, and he staggered, constantly on the verge of danger.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Seeing this, Scarface, the pirate leader who held an absolute dominant position, couldn't help but burst into wild laughter.

A cruel and contemptuous light flashed in his single eye as he sneered, "I thought you were some kind of three-headed, six-armed monster, but you're just a petty thief who was recently baptized!"

He has all that strength, yet his fighting skills are so utterly pathetic. Is the Brotherhood out of options? Sending trash like you to your death!

Amidst the cheers and shouts of encouragement from the surrounding pirates, Scarface's attacks grew increasingly arrogant.

However, there was no trace of panic or despair in Siren's eyes, even though he was in the eye of the storm.

His mind was like an absolutely rational machine, coldly observing and analyzing throughout the dozens of moves he was constantly retreating and taking hits.

"The moves are wide and sweeping, with the flow of qi and blood centered on the waist and hips, the left leg providing support, and the right leg generating explosive power —"

As Xilun gritted his teeth and endured each heavy blow, he mentally tried to decipher the moves and techniques of his opponent's fighting style, nodding to himself.

This person's leg techniques are indeed quite accomplished; he has probably been immersed in them for over a decade.

In terms of skill proficiency alone, it is comparable to his own "Dorok Dark Claw Technique," both at the expert level.

However, I am by no means an ordinary baptist!

Besides his iron-solid breathing technique, he also had the abnormal talent he had plundered from those terrifying deep-sea creatures.

Once one's claw technique is unleashed without reservation, its destructive power and unpredictability are far beyond what ordinary fighting techniques can match.

"Leg techniques are effective against close-range combat. The only way to break this deadlock is to close the distance at all costs and directly strangle the opponent, leaving them no room to unleash a powerful kick!"

A glint of violent coldness flashed in Xilun's eyes, and he made a decision in an instant.

Just as Scarface unleashed another vicious high kick at Xilun's face, attempting to end the fight in one strike!

Xilun made a move that surprised everyone.

He abruptly released his grip, immediately discarding the harpoon that was already riddled with holes!

Without any means of defense, Xiren did not retreat or dodge as Scarface had anticipated.

Instead, he pushed off the deck with both legs, advancing instead of retreating. His spine twisted wildly, like a mad rhinoceros, using his shoulder as a ramming horn to unleash an extremely brutal "Iron Mountain Lean," crashing straight into Scarface's arms in the face of that deadly whip kick!

This happened so fast, so crazy!

Scarface's one eye froze, a strong sense of crisis rising in his heart.

The opponent's fighting style was completely mutually destructive, but he was made of flesh and blood. If the opponent hit him squarely in the chest with such a resolute stance, his internal organs would definitely shift and shatter.

Driven by his seasoned fighting instincts, Scarface abruptly withdrew three-tenths of the force from his half-kick, his waist twisting backward in an unbelievable twist as he tried to dodge the fatal impact.

At that very moment, Xilun's long-awaited killing move finally revealed its fangs!

Originally hurtling towards him like an iron tower, Xilun abruptly changed his attack mid-air in a manner that defied the laws of physics.

His right hand, which had been tucked at his waist, suddenly shot forward, its five fingers twisting and swelling in an instant, forming a ferocious claw.

This is no longer the ordinary Dark Claw Technique.

As Xilun unleashed his talent without reservation, a faint, dark red, decaying aura, like tangible smoke, emanated from between his fingernails.

The air around us seemed to hiss as it came into contact with this aura.

"What the hell is this thing?!"

Sensing the stench and deathly aura that could make one's soul tremble, Scarface's pupils instantly shrank to the size of a pinhead.

That's not the kind of scent that human martial arts can produce; it's the malevolent intent of an abyssal mutant!

In his extreme terror, Scarface didn't have time to completely dodge the claw.

With a sudden grab of his left iron hook, he pulled a pirate crew member who was watching the commotion over and used him as a human shield.

"Pfft!"

With a dull tearing sound, Xilun's corrupting claw fell without any resistance.

Like cutting through a piece of rotten cheese, the poor crewman didn't even have time to scream before his chest was instantly pierced by Siron's claws.

The dark red power of corruption spread wildly along the wound, and the crew member's body turned gray and withered at a visible speed.

Xilun's face was cold. With a flick of his arm, he cleanly and efficiently withdrew his claws, which were covered in black blood.

The rotten, shriveled corpse collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Despite missing his first strike, Xilun's offensive continued unabated. He followed closely like a shadow, raising his right hand once more, unleashing another black claw attack that carried a stench of blood, aimed straight for Scarface's throat.

Scarface was now drenched in cold sweat. He realized that the young man's claw technique was extraordinary, and that even a slight scratch could be fatal due to the eerie aura emanating from him.

In this extremely dangerous situation, Scarface no longer cared about maintaining the demeanor of a master of leg techniques. He kicked back with his left foot and with a "whoosh," drew the broad-bladed curved knife that he had never used before, which he had always kept at his waist.

He gripped the knife with both hands, along with the iron hook in his left hand, and with all his might, he slashed down fiercely at Xilun's outstretched wrist.

"Clang! Clang!"

Two ear-piercing metallic clangs rang out. The scimitar struck Xilun's claws, but instead of severing flesh and bone as expected, it struck the scales of some ancient behemoth, sending sparks flying.

Before Scarface could recover from his shock, Siron's wrist snapped shut, and his iron-like claws gripped the blade of the scimitar tightly.

"Cut it off!"

With a roar, Xilun unleashed the power of his Iron Wall Breathing Technique like a torrent, combined with the terrifying destructive force of the Corrupting Claws.

With a sickeningly sharp metallic creak, the scimitar, forged from fine steel and capable of slicing through people like vegetables, softened rapidly like mud between Xilun's five fingers and was then crushed into scrap metal!

"Monster—" Scarface gasped, his defenses completely shattered.

The moment the blade was destroyed, Xilun twisted his body like a dragon, using the force of the opponent's pull to leap into the air, briefly hovering in mid-air.

He looked down from his superior position, his right claw carrying the fierce and indomitable momentum of Gong Daoshen's head, and slashed down at the top of Gong Daoshen's skull!

There's no way to retreat!

At this critical moment of life and death, Scarface roared, his eyes turning bloodshot, unleashing all his potential.

He poured all the remaining energy and blood in his body into his thickest left leg, leaned back, used his right leg as a pivot, and kicked his left foot up like a battering ram!

This is his strongest and most brutal killing move in his fighting style—the "Guillotine"!

Two terrifying forces collided in mid-air without any fancy moves.

"boom!!!"

The shockwave exploded, and the surrounding wooden deck cracked inch by inch under its force.

After two brief, dull impacts, everything fell silent.

Xilun landed steadily on the ground. He slowly straightened up, his face calm and his breathing almost perfectly normal.

However, his clothes were torn by the strong wind at his waist and ribs, revealing a layer of faintly shimmering black scales under his skin. It was this layer of black scales that completely removed the fatal damage from Scarface's deadly kick.

The scarred man opposite him, however, stood frozen in place as if he had been frozen in place by a spell.

His one eye stared blankly downwards, fixed on his left leg, which he was so proud of.

That kick, which had been delivered with all his blood and energy, was actually withstood by the young man's bare body, without him even having to push the other man back half a step.

Even more terrifying was that at the moment of impact, the opponent's demonic claws slashed down his thigh with extreme cruelty.

Scarface was horrified to discover that his entire left leg artery, muscle group, and thick leg bone had been mercilessly sawed off by a giant chainsaw! The wound was eerily charred, and he was completely powerless to resist.

Only then did the excruciating pain belatedly surge into his brain like a tidal wave.

"Ah!! My leg!"

Scarface let out a heart-wrenching scream, his massive body finally giving way and collapsing with a crash, convulsing wildly in a pool of blood.

The next moment, Xilun's death-like face came close.