Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Chapter 121 Underwater Battle, Sislow Severely Injured

Xilun fought more and more smoothly. His swimming talent gave him a fish-like sense of balance underwater. Every claw swing and every dodge allowed him to perfectly utilize the power of the water flow.

On the other hand, Sislow's face was flushed red from the intense and continuous fighting, and the veins on his forehead bulged like earthworms.

Human lung capacity has its limits. Underwater, such a violent burst of blood and energy consumes oxygen several times faster than usual.

Sislow felt as if a red-hot iron had been shoved into his lungs, the burning pain constantly assaulting his brain.

His movements began to show an extremely slight lag.

Just as Xilun was about to press his advantage and pluck a claw at the opponent's heart.

Sislow's face turned purplish-red, and suddenly, his breathing technique surged strangely.

Immediately afterwards, a pale blue light began to shimmer on the surface of his skin.

The light flowed through his veins like ripples in water, and in just the time it takes to breathe, Sislona's face, which had been contorted by lack of oxygen, relaxed considerably.

His tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly, and his chest heaved strangely, as if he had performed an incredible breath underwater.

Sislow took a deep breath, his physical strength and blood energy instantly recovered, and his previously somewhat scattered swordsmanship became sharp again.

Xilun watched this scene from a distance with a cold eye, a slight chill running down his spine.

He didn't know what kind of breathing technique Sislow practiced, which had a light blue glow, was, that could forcefully prolong his life underwater.

However, thanks to his keen senses, Xilun quickly noticed something amiss.

He discovered that after the pale blue light flashed, the total amount of blood and energy in Sislow's body dropped significantly.

Judging from the appearance, this is not like his "slippery black skin" talent, which allows him to draw oxygen from the water indefinitely. It is just a secret technique that forcibly obtains a breath of oxygen by burning some kind of potential or blood energy.

This method simply cannot last!

"Since you like to hold it in, then I'll hold it in with you to the very end!"

A cold smile curled at the corner of Xilen's lips. He suddenly swung his legs in the water, his figure tracing an arc like a ghost, and once again tightly entangled with Xislow.

The dark golden bone claws, carrying a nauseating, corrupting stench, targeted Sislow's joints and wounds.

Sislow snorted coldly, the killing intent in his eyes almost solidifying. He knew he couldn't drag this out any longer; he had to finish this quickly.

He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, channeling all the vital energy in his body into the black blade.

With a sudden swing of the black blade in the water, it actually cleaved the water flow in two!

A jet-black blade of energy, exuding a strong aura of death, slashed fiercely towards Xilun's chest along the vacuum zone created by the cleaved water.

This was Sislow's trump card, a deadly strike that, on land, would be enough to split a fully grown elephant in two.

Despite this fatal blow, Xilun remained completely undaunted.

He did not back down, but instead concentrated all his energy and blood into his arms.

Black scales emerged wildly beneath the skin, contrasting sharply with the pale, bony claws.

Xilun crossed his arms, protecting his chest. His dark golden bone claws acted like two indestructible shields, forcefully blocking the dark blade aura.

"boom--!"

A blinding halo erupted underwater, and a violent shockwave pushed the two of them back several meters.

Xilun felt a sharp pain in his arms. A deep white mark was cut into the surface of his bone claws, and several pieces of his black scales shattered. However, he managed to withstand the blow and was not fatally injured.

On the other hand, after Sislow unleashed that strike, the pale blue light emanating from his body completely dimmed. His face instantly turned from purplish-red to deathly pale, and large amounts of bubbles uncontrollably oozed from his mouth and nose.

The oxygen in his body finally ran out completely.

At this moment, the situation underwater suddenly shifted dramatically from offense to defense!

The hunter, who was originally in complete control, has now become the prey struggling desperately.

As Sislow looked at Xilen, who seemed completely unaffected and whose breathing remained long and deep, a deep fear finally surfaced in his eyes.

He couldn't hold on any longer.

The suffocating pain overwhelmed his remaining rationality like a tidal wave, and his lungs felt like they were about to burst.

Sislow no longer cared about pirate honor, nor about killing Siren.

He had only one thought in his mind right now—to get ashore! To breathe some fresh air!

Sislow turned around abruptly, frantically kicking the water with his legs, like a drowning person, desperately swimming towards the faint moonlight above.

"Trying to leave?"

As Xilen watched Xislow's disheveled retreating figure, the killing intent in his eyes was as cold as ice.

He kicked off with both legs, unleashing the full power of the Giant Whale Guidance Technique, transforming himself into a black lightning bolt as he sped upwards.

The underwater hunt has only just begun.

The surface of the Greywater River was turbulent and shrouded in thick fog.

"Splash—"

With a loud splash, Sislow's head finally broke through the heavy water and was exposed to the cold, damp air.

"Hoh—ah—!"

Sislow opened his mouth wide, like a traveler who had been trekking for days in the desert on the verge of death and finally saw an oasis, greedily and frantically swallowing air.

The icy mist flowed down his trachea into his nearly dried-up and burning lungs, bringing a tearing, stinging pain, but at that moment the pain felt so sweet.

His vision was somewhat blurred, and his brain was experiencing intense dizziness due to extreme oxygen deprivation.

But he knew he was not out of danger yet, and he had to climb up the rocky beach not far away immediately.

However, just as he surfaced, barely managing to inhale half a mouthful of air, he...

Beneath the surface, a pale, bony claw covered in dark gold and black scales silently broke through the water, like a chain reached out by a demon from hell, and precisely grabbed Sislow's right ankle as he desperately treaded the water!

The five sharp bone spikes pierced through Sislow's thick leather boots in an instant, embedding themselves deep into his flesh and gripping his ankle bones tightly.

"What?!"

Sislow's pupils widened suddenly as an extremely cold, slippery, and irresistibly terrifying sensation came from beneath his feet.

Before he could even utter a cry of alarm, an immense and terrifying force erupted from the bone claw.

"boom!"

Sislow felt as if he were bound by a heavy iron weight, instantly losing all buoyancy.

His head, which had just surfaced and hadn't even had a chance to see his surroundings, was brutally and mercilessly dragged back into the dark, cold depths by this immense force!

"Gurgle gurgle—!"

A large amount of river water rushed into Sislow's mouth and nasal cavity, which he couldn't close in time, causing him to cough violently. A series of huge bubbles burst out of his mouth, taking away the half-mouthful of life-saving air he had managed to breathe in.

Underwater, Siron's face was as cold as a sculpture.

He gripped Sislow's ankle tightly with one hand, his body sinking downwards like a weight.

He had made up his mind not to give the other party any chance to breathe. He would use the endless gray water of the river to suffocate this arrogant first-level extraordinary person to death!

Sislow, who was dragged underwater, was completely gripped by a frenzied panic.

The fear of suffocation combined with the pain of choking caused his proud rationality to collapse instantly.

His bloodshot eyes stared intently at the ghost-like figure of Xiren below, shrouded in murky water.

"Let me go! You're a madman!"

Sislow roared in his heart, using the last bit of blood in his body to wildly swing the heavy black knife with his left hand, using the resistance of the water flow to slash fiercely at the arm of Siren that was grabbing his ankle!

The blade sliced ​​through the water, carrying a ruthless despair.

Faced with this desperate counterattack, Xilun's eyes remained unmoved.

Just as the blade was about to strike his right arm, Silen reacted with remarkable composure. His left hand shot out like lightning, grabbing Sislow's left calf tightly.

Immediately before the black knife fell, Siren decisively released Sislow's right ankle with his right hand.

"Swish"

The black blade slashed fiercely at empty air, and the powerful momentum caused Sislow to lose his balance in the water, his body tilting violently to the side.

Meanwhile, using the strength of grabbing his opponent's left leg with his left hand, Xiren deftly rolled over in the water, avoiding the aftershocks of the blade.

Seeing that his first strike missed, Sislow immediately turned his blade and slashed at Silen's left hand again.

Silen followed suit, releasing his left hand and then precisely gripping Sislow's right leg with his right.

If you chop off the left hand, then the right hand grabs the leg and the left hand releases; the reverse is also true.

In the dark underwater world, the two engaged in an extremely fierce and chilling tug-of-war.

Xilun is like a piece of chewing gum that you can't shake off, or a deep-sea monster playing with its prey.

He kept switching hands, each grip accompanied by the dull sound of bone claws piercing flesh.

Sislow's ankles and calves had been ripped open with more than a dozen deep, bone-revealing holes, and a dark golden, corrosive aura was seeping into his nerves through the wounds.

As time went on, Sislow's sword swings became slower and weaker.

His lungs were completely drained of oxygen, and he began to experience severe hallucinations.

He seemed to see the starving orphans on the Siren's Anvil, and his brothers blown to pieces by cannon fire; they were beckoning to him, pulling him down into hell with them.

"No—I can't die yet—"

Sislow's consciousness began to fade, but the instinct for survival still drove him to make a final struggle.

Just as Sislow swung his weak blade, a glint of light flashed in Siren's eyes.

"it's over."

Silen roared underwater, though no sound came out, his violent intent was transmitted to Sislow through the water.

He no longer simply gripped her ankles, but instead exerted a sudden force, his arms gripping Sislow's legs tightly like iron hoops, pulling her forcefully down into the bottomless riverbed!

At the same time, Silen's legs suddenly coiled up in the water, like a giant python strangling its prey, locking Sislow's waist tightly.

Using both hands and feet, all four limbs, Xilun completely locked down this first-level senior extraordinary individual in the icy water!

"Click"

The immense strangulation force caused Sislow's lumbar spine to crack under the strain.

In this absolute predicament, Sislow's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

Faced with the threat of death, the potential within him belonging to a first-tier extraordinary being was completely unleashed.

"puff--!"

Sislow suddenly coughed up a mouthful of thick blood underwater. This mouthful of blood contained the last of his vital essence, and it instantly turned into a cloud of red mist in the water.

Using the recoil force from the spurt of his blood essence, Sislow's body underwent a bizarre contortion in the water.

He abandoned swinging the knife and instead concentrated all his strength on his right leg.

Ignoring the blood and flesh pierced by Xilun's bone claws, he forcefully raised his right foot upwards and then kicked it hard at Xilun's chest!

"Bang!"

This kick embodied Sislow's unwavering resolve to die and all his remaining strength.

The powerful burst of force created a visible shockwave underwater.

Xilun felt as if he had been struck hard in the chest by a battering ram. The tough black scales shattered inch by inch at that moment, and the enormous force made his internal organs churn violently.

Under the explosive force of this desperate counterattack, Xilun's hands and feet, which had been locking his opponent's grip, involuntarily loosened slightly.

It was this tiny, almost imperceptible loosening!

Sislow jerked out like an eel, forcefully breaking free from Siren's grappling technique.

A large chunk of flesh was torn from his calf by Xilun's bone claws, leaving it bleeding profusely, but he couldn't care less about that now.

In the instant he broke free, Sislow mustered his last breath and, using both hands and feet, frantically swam toward the water less than three meters above him.

The kick sent Xilen sinking several meters into the water. As he managed to regain his footing and prepare to give chase again, Xislow burst out of the water.

Instead of blindly pursuing, Xilun took a deep breath of oxygen from the water and slowly floated upwards.

"Splash!"

Xilun's head quietly emerged from the water.

He didn't make a sound, but stared intently at the coastline ahead with his cold eyes.

By the pale moonlight, Siron could clearly see that Sislow had climbed onto the rocky shore of the Siren's Anvil.

Sislow was in a terrible state. His black trench coat, a symbol of his status as a pirate captain, was tattered and torn, and his body was covered with deep, bone-revealing claw marks.

His right leg was almost completely ruined, and blood dripped continuously from his trouser leg onto the rocks.

Sislow gasped for breath, not daring to even look back at the water.

He didn't choose to untie the small boat moored on the shore because he knew that in his current state, he couldn't possibly escape the water ghost's pursuit on the water.

He could only drag his crippled right leg, limping and stumbling along the hidden path on the island, heading deeper into the Siren's Anvil.

Siren sat quietly in the water, his gaze sweeping over the long trail of blood Sislow had left on the ground.

He did not choose to immediately go ashore to pursue and kill them.

Because he knew very well that while the other party's condition had greatly deteriorated, to the point of exhaustion, his own situation was by no means good either.

The intense underwater battle he just fought not only drained him of a lot of his energy, but Sislow's final, explosive kick also caused significant shock to his internal organs.

"If we go ashore now and lose the advantage of the underwater environment, we might not be able to defeat this veteran extraordinary individual who has been driven to the brink of despair in another battle in this pirate's lair filled with poisonous fog and traps."

Xilun calmly calculated in his mind.

He is an extremely rational person who never gambles without being certain of success.

Now that the enemy's leader has been severely damaged, we have already achieved more than half of our strategic objectives.

Thinking of this, Xilun took a deep breath and slowly sank down.

Instead of going ashore, he remained like a ghost, silently lurking in the deep water not far from the coastline, completely concealing his presence.

He was waiting.

We await Lord Wall's armed ships, awaiting the moment when the final assault will begin.