Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Chapter 133 Lund's Morning Exercise: Cooling His Body, Gripping the Iron Ball

With the sword in hand, Xiren began to ponder deeply.

"How should I choose my future combat system?"

"Should we continue with hand-to-hand combat? The Dorok Dark Claw Technique, combined with the Black Scale talent, is indeed incredibly powerful in close combat."

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"Or should we start using weapons systematically?"

Xilun frowned, weighing the pros and cons.

If weapons are used, long swords and greatswords are obviously inconvenient to carry in the city and would attract excessive attention from the Metropolitan Police Department and gangs;

However, if you don't use weapons, you are at a significant disadvantage when facing armed individuals like Sislow or Robert who wield sharp blades.

After all, the margin for error is too low for flesh and blood to withstand a sharp steel blade.

After pondering for a moment, Xilun's gaze fell once again on the knight's short sword.

He decided to test the sword's power himself.

He rolled up the sleeve of his left hand, circulated his qi and blood, and caused the incredibly tough black scale texture to appear on the surface of his forearm.

Then, he gripped the short sword with his right hand, gently pressed the blade against his left forearm, and began to tentatively apply force.

One part strength — two parts strength — three parts strength.

The black scales emitted a slight friction sound, but did not break through the defenses.

When Xilun increased his power to about 40%, he keenly sensed that the sharp edge of the short sword had barely cut through the surface defense of the black scales.

"If you add another 20% of your strength, combined with the burst of energy, this sword will draw blood."

Xilun sheathed his short sword, looked at the faint white mark on his forearm, and nodded slightly.

It's still quite sharp.

Even the Black Scale Defense, which he was so proud of, was still at risk of being breached by truly powerful weapons.

"As expected of a knight's short sword from a noble family, the quality is indeed excellent."

Xiren was very pleased with his trophy. He sheathed the dagger and secured it securely to his waist with a leather belt.

He stood up and walked to the slightly blurry full-length mirror behind the door to look at himself.

His slender figure, cold and stern face, and the ornate yet deadly short sword at his waist, despite his casual attire, still exuded a sharp and ruthless aura.

Xilun nodded slightly at himself in the mirror, thinking it looked cool and practical.

The next morning, the dim light of dawn streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains.

Xiren woke up on time in his bed at the Golden Rooster Hotel. He yawned, glanced at his newly bought mechanical pocket watch, and realized it was still early.

He quickly got up, washed up, and began to carefully dress himself.

Today, when visiting a Tier 3 high-ranking knight, one must maintain the proper decorum and respect.

He put on the navy blue formal suit that Yuri had given him, and buttoned up every single button meticulously.

After getting dressed, he opened the window and looked out, seeing that it was still drizzling outside.

So he picked up the bulletproof black umbrella that he had bought for eight pounds and put the mechanical watch on his left wrist.

Xilun glanced at the watch on his wrist, its metallic sheen gleaming, and thought to himself, "This watch face is made of pure steel. Perhaps in a critical moment, the watch's metal material could barely stop a stray bullet."

After making all the preparations, Xilun opened his black umbrella and walked out of the hotel.

He walked along the slippery stone path towards the outskirts of the city.

Red Leaf Manor is not located in the bustling city center, but in a slightly secluded but excellent affluent area.

After walking for about an hour, Xiren arrived at the magnificent wrought iron gate of the manor.

He folded his umbrella and showed the guard at the door the business card that Lord Lund had given him the day before.

A middle-aged man in a respectable vest stepped forward, took the business card, examined it carefully, and after confirming that it was correct, nodded slightly to Xilun, signaling the guards to let him pass.

"Please come in, Mr. Celen."

A white-haired, dignified butler came over to lead the way for Xilun.

Celen followed the butler along the driveway outside the manor. What came into view was a huge lawn that was meticulously manicured, and even in the rain, two maids in black and white uniforms were carefully trimming the edges of the branches.

The estate was quite large, and along the way, Xiren saw busy coachmen wiping down the luxurious carriages, and cooks carrying fresh ingredients in and out of the side gates.

The butler led Xilun to a semi-open-air martial arts hall at the back of the manor.

At this moment, Lord Lund had just gotten up.

This renowned third-order mutant in Saint Laurent City was currently wearing a loose linen training suit and lazily yawning.

Seeing Xiren approaching led by the butler, a hint of a smile flashed in Lund's sharp eyes.

"You're here early."

Lund casually picked up a towel and wiped his face, then laughed, "However, you'll probably have to wait a while."

I have an unwavering habit: every morning I must first do some morning exercise before I can officially begin my day.

Xilun nodded slightly, his expression respectful but not humble, and replied, "It is only right that I arrived early. As a junior, I naturally cannot keep you waiting."

Lund looked Xiren up and down, his gaze lingering on his suit and black umbrella for a moment, and commented, "Well dressed, you do have the air of an old-fashioned nobleman from the Middle Ages."

However, he looks too refined and cultured; he doesn't seem like an extraordinary person at all.

As soon as Lund finished speaking, the chef who had been waiting came up with a huge silver tray.

On the tray were several large chunks of meat, half-cooked and emitting a strange, gamey smell, along with some vegetables.

The chef also brought Xilen a smaller plate.

"Try it." Lund pointed to the meat on the plate, grabbed a large piece himself, and began to tear into it without any regard for his image.

Xilun did not refuse, picked up his knife and fork, cut off a small piece, and put it in his mouth.

This is a very special type of meat, with an extremely tough texture.

Xilun chewed a few times and swallowed it. He immediately felt a strong burning sensation in his stomach. Then, a special fragrance spread in his mouth, and his blood and qi in his body began to stir slightly.

After eating it, Xilun felt full of energy, but with his current level of cultivation, he couldn't quite grasp the specific benefits of the meat; he only found it extremely difficult to digest.

Lund, however, devoured a huge chunk of meat—three or four times the amount a normal person would eat—like a bottomless pit, and also cleaned up the broccoli, bean sprouts, and other side dishes.

After finally finishing his meal, Lund wiped his mouth and began his morning exercise.

The initial movements were very basic, and Xilun recognized them at a glance as the beginner movements of the Iron Wall Breathing Technique.

Lund walked back and forth in the spacious area, breathing deeply and performing what appeared to be simple stretches.

But as he moved, his entire body began to tremble at an incredible frequency, as if undergoing a deep tempering, and the circulation of energy within his body emitted a muffled sound like a rushing river.

After warming up, Lund walked from the semi-open-air area into a closed room next door.

In the center of the room stood a massive iron machine, its shape enormous and covered with brass pipes.

Xilun glanced at the butler beside him with some confusion.

The butler explained softly, "Mr. Sir, this is the latest type of steam refrigeration device. It can create an extremely cold environment in a very short time, instantly lowering body temperature to maximize the activation of your bodily functions."

Xilun was secretly amazed. This extravagant way of combining industrial technology with extraordinary cultivation was indeed beyond his previous understanding.

When Lund came out of that room again, it was half an hour later.

As soon as he pushed open the door, a visible blast of white, icy air emanated from him, instantly dropping the surrounding temperature by several degrees. He seemed to have just taken a cold bath under a glacier, his entire body radiating cold air.

Lund shivered dramatically and complained, "Hiss—it's pretty cold on this machine today."

But Xilun keenly sensed that when Lund casually clenched his fist, the terrifying power within him, suppressed to the extreme by the extreme cold, was like an ancient ferocious beast awakening, ready to devour anyone at any moment.

"This may also be an extremely profound cultivation method, using extreme temperature differences to temper the explosive power of qi and blood."

Xilun silently made a mental note of it.

Next, Lund began his formal, intensive training.

This action is simple and brutal, full of primal, violent aesthetics.

He came to the center of the training room, where a huge, solid iron ball was placed.

Lund stepped forward, clamped the bottom of the iron ball tightly between his strong legs, and then stretched his hands upwards, gripping the thick iron bar hanging from the ceiling.

Then he began his training exercises.

With both hands, he pulled his body upwards, while simultaneously using his legs to forcefully lift the heavy iron ball off the ground!

Xilun's pupils contracted slightly. The iron ball was the size of two people who could hug it, and its weight was absolutely outrageous. This kind of training method was simply too exaggerated.

A thin layer of white mist appeared above Lund's nose; he seemed to be performing some kind of extremely profound mystical breathing exercise, constantly exchanging energy with the outside world.

This high-intensity training lasted for a full hour.

When Lund finally released his grip and landed back on the ground, the chill that had enveloped him had completely dissipated, replaced by an intensely hot aura, as if from a furnace, and his skin was so red it looked like it was about to bleed.

As soon as he stepped down, two burly servants immediately approached him.

Lund lay down on a specially made bench to rest.

The two servants each held five different colored, precious ointments that emitted a strong medicinal smell, and began to rhythmically and heavily pat them onto Lund's body and back muscles.

This patting not only allows the medicine to penetrate quickly, but also accelerates the repair speed of his torn muscles.

Lund closed his eyes, enjoying the servant's pats, and said lazily, "Phew—that's about it for today's morning training. Siren, go to the training hall and wait for me. I'll come over in a bit to personally check your physical condition."

Xilun stood aside, watching Lund's entire morning exercise routine, and was truly amazed.

A Tier 3 high-level knight's daily morning exercise is so extravagant and wasteful.

Whether it was the massive refrigeration unit, the iron ball that two people could hug, or the five precious ointments, everything demonstrated the unfathomable depth and resources of a high-level extraordinary individual.

Xilun took a deep breath, suppressing his shock, and turned to walk towards the martial arts hall.

At 10:00 AM, in the semi-open-air martial arts arena of Red Leaf Manor.

The rain has completely stopped, and sunlight shines through the clouds onto the smooth bluestone slabs.

Xilun stood quietly in the center of the training ground, waiting.

Before long, Lund walked over with steady steps.

He had finished resting and taking a medicinal bath, and changed into a set of dry casual clothes.

Although the training just now was extremely intense, almost pushing his body to its limits, after two servants who were experts in pharmacology applied a secret ointment, he quickly recovered to his peak condition in a short period of time, and even his breathing became incredibly even.

Lund walked up to Xiren and stopped in front of him. His eyes, which seemed to see right through people, looked Xiren up and down. After a moment, he said, "Let's begin. First, use the Iron Wall Breathing Method to complete one breathing exercise. Let me see your foundation."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

Without the slightest hesitation, Xilun immediately spread his feet apart and assumed the starting stance of the "Iron Wall Breathing Method".

He tried to calm his mind and began to breathe deeply.

Just as his blood and qi began to circulate, Lund suddenly stretched out his large hand and grabbed Xilun's wrist.

At the same time, Lund gently placed his other hand under Xiren's nose, feeling the subtle exchange of breath as he breathed.

Lund closed his eyes, and his powerful mental energy reached out like tentacles, beginning to meticulously sense the flow path, frequency, and thickness of the energy within Xilun's body.

About a minute later, Lund didn't open his eyes, but simply said, "Very good. Now, stop the Iron Wall and begin practicing the extraordinary breathing technique you're currently practicing."

Upon hearing this, Xilun immediately switched to a different state.

The enormous phantom of a giant whale in the deep sea appeared in his mind, and he suddenly activated the "Great Ocean Whale Guiding Technique".

Suddenly, Xilun's movements became wide and sweeping, each breath like a whale sucking in water, producing a deep, whistling sound.

He frantically inhaled the energy in the surrounding air into his body in a domineering, whale-like manner, his chest heaving violently, and the sound of blood rushing through his veins could even be faintly heard outside his body.

Lund quietly felt this violent yet profound power.

A moment later, he slowly released his grip on Xilun's wrist, opened his eyes, and a hint of undisguised admiration flashed in them.

"Excellent, very good."

Lund walked around Xilun with his hands behind his back and commented, "Your foundation in breathing techniques, whether it's the abundance of your qi and blood or the resilience of your skin, is very solid."

Your understanding of this extraordinary breathing technique is thorough, and you execute it flawlessly.

What's most remarkable is that your energy exchange is not only even but also perfect, resulting in balanced blood and energy flow and firm skin and muscles.

At this point, Lund suddenly stopped, as if he had noticed something.

He stretched out his fingers and pinched Xilen's arm skin hard in surprise.

Feeling the recoil and unusual hardness from his fingertips, Lund raised an eyebrow and said, "Your skin—it seems there's a special layer of scales beneath your flesh? It's unusually thick, and its defensive capabilities far exceed those of others of the same level."

Xilun felt a chill run down his spine, knowing that he couldn't hide the fact that he had obtained the Black Scale talent by hunting alien species from an expert of this level, but he didn't say anything to explain.

Lund didn't press the matter. He withdrew his hand and said thoughtfully, "This might be a mutation caused by some unorthodox breathing technique you've been practicing, or perhaps you've come into contact with some kind of mystical ritual."

Although this level of defense is useless against me, I could puncture it with a single finger.

However, if it were you, with this layer of scales, you might have a great deal of power to resist even when facing an attack from a peer of extraordinary ability wielding a sharp blade.