Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Chapter 142 Berello's Kick Technique Shows Its Power, Spiritual Rope

"There might be danger at Daisy's place."

Xilun wasted no more time. Without saying a word, he thrust his dagger forward.

"Pfft."

The sharp blade precisely pierced the man's throat, severing his trachea and carotid artery.

The man's eyes widened suddenly, a gurgling sound came from his throat, his body twitched a few times, and then he became a completely cold corpse.

Xilun pulled out his dagger and wiped the blood off the corpse's clothes.

He picked up the water bladder filled with water, grabbed the black umbrella from the ground, and moved like a cheetah, silently and swiftly turning back towards the camp.

As he approached the tree hollow, a series of loud clashing and fighting sounds echoed through the woods.

"Ping pong!"

The sounds of weapons clashing, along with men's roars and the dull thuds of flesh colliding, filled the air.

Xilun slowed his pace and, using the tree trunks as cover, quietly moved closer along the bushes.

He parted a patch of thorny vines and got a clear view of the situation in the camp.

In the center of the camp, a burly man, shirtless and wearing a black eye patch, was like a raging bear, wielding his iron fists and constantly suppressing the bodyguard, Green.

It seemed that because he was caught off guard by the sudden attack, Green didn't have time to grab the machete from his backpack.

He could only rely on his foundation as a first-tier extraordinary being to desperately protect his head and face with his hands, struggling to hold on.

But one-eyed Bart was clearly stronger than Green, and his moves were extremely ruthless, each aimed straight for vital points.

After only a few rounds, Green was already at a disadvantage, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth and his steps faltering.

On the other side of the camp, however, the situation presented a strange stalemate.

Susie took out another special talisman from somewhere.

At that moment, clusters of eerie blue flames suddenly appeared around her.

These flames had no heat whatsoever; instead, they emitted a chilling, eerie coldness that sent shivers down one's spine, like will-o'-the-wisps in a mass grave.

There were seven flames, slowly rotating around Susie and Daisy, who was being protected behind her.

A dozen or so bandits wielding knives and axes surrounded them, but none of them dared to step into the area of ​​the Ghostfire.

At the very front of the encirclement, two charred and twisted corpses lay on the ground.

The two corpses didn't even have time to scream before their life force was instantly drained by the ghostly fire.

The seven ghostly flames meant that seven more bandits could be burned to death.

Although there were still a dozen or so bandits left, under such an absolutely deadly threat, none of them wanted to be the next unlucky victim to be burned to a crisp, so none of them dared to approach. They could only shout and curse from the outside with bluster but no guts.

"Useless trash!"

Butt delivered a powerful punch to Green's crossed arms.

The immense force caused Green's legs to buckle, and he collapsed to his knees.

Bart glanced back at his men, who were blocked by several fireballs, and angrily shouted, "A bunch of useless trash who can't even handle a woman!"

He was about to turn around and deal with the troublesome talisman girl first.

Just as he turned his head.

"Bang!"

A sharp gunshot rang out from the bushes behind Bart.

From the shadows, Xilun decisively pulled the trigger of the Resentful Revolver.

As a seasoned bandit who had spent many years teetering on the edge of life and death, Bart possessed an extremely keen intuition for danger.

The moment the gunshot rang out, his pupils contracted sharply, and his body reacted instinctively.

He didn't have time to completely dodge, so he could only forcefully twist his waist and fall to the side.

"clang!"

A dull metallic clang rang out.

The bullet struck Bart hard in the back.

Xilun frowned slightly in the shadows, thinking to himself, "It's off track."

He had clearly aimed at Bart's vital point in the back, but at the moment of firing, the man twisted strangely and avoided the fatal spot.

To Siren's surprise, the shot did not penetrate Bart's body.

The flames from the Resentful Revolver burst forth with dazzling sparks on Bart's back.

Bart let out a muffled groan of pain, and he quickly mobilized his internal energy to forcibly dissipate the burning heat attached to the bullet.

He rolled awkwardly on the ground, pulled out a thick steel plate dented from his back, and shouted with lingering fear, "Thank goodness I was prepared!"

He slammed the broken steel plate to the ground, roaring like an enraged lion towards the direction of the gunshot: "Who?! Get your ass out here!"

The bushes were slowly parted.

Xilun, carrying a black umbrella and holding a revolver, emerged from the shadows, stepping on fallen leaves.

His expression was calm and undisturbed, as if he were just a traveler out for a stroll.

"What a pity, I didn't kill you with one shot."

Xilun spoke calmly, and without even blinking, he raised his hand and fired another shot.

"Bang!"

Bart was shocked; he hadn't expected the other party to be so decisive.

He suddenly raised his thick arm to block.

The bullet struck his forearm precisely, the accompanying fire element exploding within the muscle, creating a cloud of blood mist.

"Ah!" Bart cried out in pain, his arm hanging limply at his sides.

Upon seeing this, the dozen or so bandits around immediately realized that the man in the suit who had suddenly appeared was the biggest threat.

Taking advantage of the lull in Xilun's firing, they brandished machetes and iron bars, surrounding Xilun's position from all sides.

Xilun glanced coldly at the bandits who had surrounded him.

He had no intention of continuing to fire, and calmly put the revolver back into its holster on his waist.

Faced with a rusty cleaver coming straight at him, Xilun did not retreat but advanced.

He suddenly stretched out his hands, his profound Qi and blood from the "Great Sea Whale Guiding Technique" surging within his body. His arms became as hard as steel, directly blocking the incoming blade and producing a teeth-grinding scraping sound.

Followed by.

Berello Kick

Xilun's right leg, like a spring compressed to its limit, suddenly exerted force and pushed off with his foot.

A beautiful yet brutal arc flashed through the air.

"Snap!"

Xilun's leather boots struck the bandit in front of him squarely in the breastbone.

The immense force sent the bandit flying five or six meters away, crashing into a dead tree as thick as a bowl. He landed on the ground, gushing blood, and died instantly.

This terrifying power instantly intimidated the others. But the bandits had no other choice but to grit their teeth and continue the attack.

Xilun moved with ghostly agility, weaving through the crowd.

Every move he made was precise and deadly.

While parrying weapons with both hands, he also delivered a series of sharp kicks.

"Bang!"

He shattered the kneecap with a single kick.

"Bang!"

He broke his ribs with a single kick.

He easily maimed anyone who approached, their cries of agony echoing throughout the camp.

A tall bandit attempted to ambush them from behind.

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Xilun suddenly lowered his body, his legs twisting backward in a strange way, precisely locking the man's neck.

"Click."

With a twist of his waist and a powerful leg movement, Xilun snapped the man's neck, and the body collapsed limply to the ground.

Inside the camp, the stench of blood mixed with the putrid smell of earth permeated the air.

Xilun reaped the rewards of the crowd as if strolling through a garden, each step accompanied by the cracking sound of bones breaking.

In just over ten seconds, more than half of the bandits who were attacking him had fallen. The remaining few were so terrified that they scrambled backward, unable to even hold their knives properly.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

A furious roar exploded.

One-Eyed Bart had somehow gotten up from the ground.

His intact left hand held a heavy saber, and his single eye was filled with bloodshot veins, making him look like a wild beast driven to the brink of despair.

He knew that if they didn't kill the man in the suit in front of them today, they would all die here.

Those dreams of buying property overseas and living a stable life will all be shattered.

A strong will to survive caused Barth to unleash the full potential of a first-order baptized.

His muscles were bulging, and his blood was surging through his body like boiling water. Even the wound on his right arm from the bullet had temporarily stopped bleeding.

The saber, with a whistling sound as it tore through the air, slashed down fiercely towards Xilun's head like a bolt of lightning.

Xilun's expression remained cold and stern. Faced with this powerful and deadly blow, he did not choose to withstand it head-on.

He took two light steps back with agility.

"boom!"

The saber cleaved through the air and slammed into the ground, carving a deep trench in the soft soil, sending mud and debris flying.

Bart missed his attack and had no time to retract his blade. He roared, twisted his wrist, and the blade, skimming the ground, continued to sweep towards Xiren's legs like a venomous snake.

A hint of admiration flashed in Xilun's eyes.

Although this bandit leader wasn't highly skilled, his ruthless combat experience was truly remarkable.

But that's all.

After mastering the "Berello Kick Technique," Siron's lower body movements became extremely agile.

He tapped his toes on the ground repeatedly, his body moving backward like a willow catkin in the wind, narrowly avoiding the fatal blade each time.

Although Bart's offensive was fierce, this reckless style of play took a huge toll on his stamina.

After several missed strikes, his breathing became heavy, and his movements inevitably became slightly sluggish.

Right now.

Xilun astutely seized this fleeting opportunity.

His backward movement abruptly stopped, and with a powerful push off the ground with his right foot, he shot forward like an arrow.

"Bang!"

A dull, loud bang.

Xiren's left leg shot out like lightning, striking Bart's right shoulder precisely as Bart was about to raise his knife.

With an immense burst of power, Bart felt as if his shoulder had been struck by an iron hammer, and his shoulder blade shattered instantly.

He let out a painful groan, his movement of raising the knife stopped abruptly, and his entire body lost its balance, falling backward.

Xilun gave him no chance to catch his breath.

He stopped kicking, using the momentum to push forward, instantly closing in on Bart's face.

"Dorok Dark Claw Technique", activated.

Driven by his qi and blood, Xilun's right hand fingers contracted, instantly transforming into a ferocious claw radiating a dark golden luster.

Bart's single eye reflected the deathly claw, and fear finally shattered his mental defenses.

In his final moments, his mind raced with images of the burned-down farm, his dead wife, and his missing daughter.

"No—" He opened his mouth, as if to say something.

But Xilun did not hesitate at all.

The sharp claws pierced through Bart's protective qi and blood as easily as cutting through tofu, and gripped his thick throat tightly.

"Click."

A chilling sound of a neck bone cracking.

Bart's burly body stiffened abruptly, and the light in his single eye quickly faded.

He made a few meaningless "clucking" sounds in his throat, then collapsed heavily to the ground like a limp rag doll, completely lifeless.

Xilun slowly withdrew his right hand, shook off the blood from his fingertips, and exhaled a long breath.

He turned his head and saw that the remaining bandits, having witnessed their leader's gruesome death, were terrified and scattered like monkeys fleeing a collapsing tree. They dropped their weapons and screamed as they fled into the depths of the dense forest.

Xilun did not pursue them.

In this perilous wilderness, the basic rule of survival is to avoid pursuing a fleeing enemy.

He clapped his hands, straightened the hem of his suit, and calmly commented, "These bandits aren't very capable of fighting."

He walked over to Green, whose face was bruised and swollen, and helped the burly man up.

The look in Green's eyes as he looked at Xilen was no longer the resentment he had shown on the train; instead, it was filled with deep awe.

He rubbed his arm, which felt like it was falling apart from the beating, and gasped with a wry smile, "That big bandit's punches and kicks really hurt. If you hadn't come back in time, I probably would be dead here today."

Green paused, then said with lingering fear, "There was a campaign to wipe out bandits in Saint Laurent City before, and a large number of bandits were wiped out."

I never expected that even with only a few scattered creatures left in this wild forest, there would still be such a tough one hidden there.

On the other side, Susie blinked her cool eyes as she saw that the danger had passed.

She flipped her wrist and softly recited a spell.

The seven wisps of ghostly fire floating in the air seemed to be drawn by something, rapidly shrinking until they turned into wisps of blue smoke and were absorbed back into the talisman in her hand.

Xilun stared at the two corpses on the ground, their faces burned beyond recognition by the ghostly fire, and clicked his tongue in astonishment.

"How can this talisman be so powerful?"

Xilun assessed in his mind, "Even I, with the Black Scale Defense of the 'Great Sea Whale Guidance Technique,' might not be able to completely withstand the continuous burning of this strange flame. The power of mysticism is indeed not to be underestimated."

An hour later, to avoid the smell of blood attracting more alien species, the group quickly cleaned up the scene and moved to a slightly drier and sheltered spot to set up camp again.

The iron pot was put back on the stove, and the water quickly boiled.

Xilun poured a cup of hot water into the iron pot, blew on it to cool it down, took a big gulp, felt much warmer in his stomach, and let out a long sigh.

He looked at Daisy, who was fiddling with the strange plants by the iron pot, and asked, "What effect does this spell you mentioned practicing have?"

Daisy had regained her composure. She blinked, staring at the bubbling brown water in the pot, and said with a hint of pride, "The broth made from these ingredients can be used as a medium to cast a basic spell called 'Spiritual Rope.'"

"A spiritual rope?" Siren raised an eyebrow. "What's that?"

"See?"

Daisy did not explain directly.

She took out an ordinary hemp rope from her backpack, estimated the time, and counted down softly: "Three, two, one."

As soon as she finished speaking, she threw the rope into the boiling iron pot.

Then, she formed a strange hand seal with her hands, her lips moved slightly, and she began to softly chant a spell.

A few seconds later, a magical scene unfolded.

The hemp rope, soaked in the brown liquid, seemed to have been infused with life, and it stood up on its own from the boiling water.

It twisted its body, like a nimble snake, and crawled out from the edge of the scalding pot.

Daisy smiled and pointed her finger, directing like a conductor: "Go over there and tie that tree down."

The rope seemed to understand her command, and it snaked its way across the ground covered with decaying leaves, quickly approaching a dead tree five meters away.

It quickly climbed up the tree trunk and then wrapped itself tightly around it, circle after circle.

Xiren walked over and tapped the taut rope with his finger.

"It's just like a snake, it even knows how to exert its own strength."

Xilun found it interesting and tentatively stretched out two fingers to pinch one end of the rope.

The rope ignored him completely, still focused on wrapping itself around the tree trunk, as if completing its task was its only mission.

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