Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Chapter 155 First Victory, a Clean Defeat

On the other side of the ring, Reggie, wearing a white jacket, also flipped and jumped onto the platform.

He took off his jacket, revealing his disproportionately thick arms, the surface of his muscles coated with a thin layer of anti-slip grease that gleamed under the light.

The two stood in the center of the ring, less than three meters apart.

A burly referee stepped between the two men, giving them a stern look: "The rules are simple. No eye gouging, no groin attacks, and no use of any weapons or concealed weapons."

A player who falls to the ground and remains motionless for ten seconds, voluntarily concedes defeat, or is knocked off the edge of the ring loses. Do you understand?

"Understood." Xilun and Rejesty nodded simultaneously.

"Then, let the competition begin!"

The referee swung his arm down sharply and quickly stepped back, giving space to the two fighters.

Unlike those brutes, Rejes did not immediately launch an attack.

He squatted slightly, his knees bent at an extremely strange angle, and his two thick arms hung down naturally, almost touching the ground.

His entire posture was exactly like that of a silverback giant ape, ready to pounce and hurt people at any moment.

"Is this the Silver Ape's starting stance?" Xilun's eyes narrowed.

He didn't strike any fancy poses; he simply stood with his feet firmly planted, his hands hanging naturally at his waist.

The "Great Sea Whale Guiding Technique" within his body had already quietly begun to operate, suppressing his immense power deep within his dantian. On the surface, his aura did indeed appear as weak as that of a newly baptized novice.

Rejesty's sharp eyes were fixed on Siren's shoulders and knees, trying to find an opening.

The standoff lasted a full ten seconds.

The audience below the stage began to boo in dissatisfaction.

"Get moving! Are you trying to incubate eggs on a platform?!" someone shouted.

The moment the boos began, Reggie moved.

He pushed off the rough canvas platform with his toes, and his whole body seemed to glide along the ground, instantly closing in on Xilun's left side with an extremely strange zigzag trajectory.

"So fast!" Xilun's pupils contracted slightly.

Rejesty's right arm, like a thick steel whip, lashed out with a piercing whistling sound as it struck Xilen's left ribs.

This seemingly casual strike actually contains an extremely insidious and deadly force. If it hits, the ribs will definitely break on the spot, and it may even pierce the internal organs.

Xilun did not back down.

A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. He suddenly raised his left hand, his five fingers curled like hooks, and directly used the basic defensive stance of "Dorok Dark Claw Technique" to accurately block the opponent's wrist.

boom!

Fists and claws clashed, producing a dull thud as flesh collided.

A hint of surprise flashed in Rejesty's eyes. He had originally thought that this attack would be enough to shatter the novice's defense, but he did not expect that the opponent's arm would remain as still as if it were cast in iron.

But he was, after all, a seasoned expert. When his first strike missed, Rejes's body instantly twisted half a circle in mid-air using the recoil, and his left hand transformed into a fierce hook, heading straight for Xilen's chin.

Xilun snorted coldly, raised his right arm, and once again forcefully blocked the punch.

boom! boom! boom!

In just three seconds, Rejesty, relying on the terrifying explosive speed of the Silver Ape Fighting Technique, launched more than a dozen extremely tricky probing attacks around Xilun.

His fists, elbows, and knees seemed to transform into a raging storm, relentlessly pounding on Xilun's vital joints.

Xilun is like a reef in a raging storm.

He neither dodged nor evaded, but simply blocked with his arms and made extremely small footwork to deflect all of Rejes's attacks.

The audience was stunned.

The 18-year-old boy, who was originally considered doomed to lose, actually managed to hold his ground against Lei Jiexi's relentless onslaught!

"This guy's lower body is too stable!" The junior who had mocked Xilun earlier was dumbfounded, his voice even changing slightly.

On the ring, Lei Jiexi became increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

Each time his fist slammed into Xilen's arm, instead of feeling the expected thrill of breaking through the defense, he felt an extremely powerful recoil force travel back into his body through his bones, making his finger bones numb.

"How can his skin and flesh be so tough? This is definitely not the physical quality that an ordinary first-level baptismalist can possess!" Rejesty roared in his heart.

He suddenly realized that his previous judgment that Xilun lacked strength was completely wrong! This boy was not a lamb to the slaughter at all, but a ferocious beast in human skin!

After a prolonged and unsuccessful attack, Rejesty's breathing finally became slightly disordered. He stomped his right foot heavily on the ground, preparing to use the momentum to create distance and readjust his tactics.

In that fraction of a second when his center of gravity shifted backward.

Xiren, who had been on the defensive, suddenly raised his head.

A chilling killing intent erupted from those deep eyes.

"Have you had enough?" Xilun's voice was as cold as iron.

boom!

The pent-up energy within Xilun's body erupted like a flood bursting its banks. He stomped his right leg hard, creating a shallow crater in the sturdy canvas arena.

"Berello Kick Technique"!

Xilun's body shot out like an arrow, instantly bridging the distance between the two.

His right leg, with the force of a thunderbolt, tore through the air with a piercing sonic boom, sweeping fiercely towards Rejes's waist and abdomen, which were in a state of exhaustion and lack of new strength.

Reggie's expression changed drastically. He had no time to dodge and could only roar as he crossed his arms to protect himself, trying to withstand the heavy blow.

Bang—Crack!

A sickening crack of bone breaking echoed across the ring.

Rejessie's proudly muscular arms were instantly dented by Sirona's kick, which was imbued with the terrifying power of "Coiled Dragon".

He was struck as if by a heavy iron hammer, his feet leaving the ground and flying seven or eight meters away, crashing heavily onto the ropes at the edge of the ring before bouncing back down to the ground.

The dull sound of bones cracking echoed in the empty annex, like a heavy hammer striking everyone's heart.

Rejesty's massive, silverback ape-like body slammed into the rough ropes at the edge of the ring like a rag doll. The ropes creaked under the strain, sending him bouncing violently back onto the rough canvas floor.

He lay there, his arms twisted at an eerie angle, his chest heaving violently, emitting hoarse gasps like a broken bellows.

The entire annex fell into a deathly silence.

There were no cheers, no shouts, and even the sound of breathing was deliberately suppressed.

Before anyone could react, this "guidance battle," which was originally considered to be a foregone conclusion, came to an end in less than a minute in an extremely violent and decisive manner.

Xilun slowly retracted his right leg, his toes lightly grinding on the canvas, as if savoring the power technique of his previous strike.

He lowered his head, looked at Reggie who was lying on the ground convulsing in pain, and frowned slightly.

Is that all?

He muttered to himself.

For this match, he even mentally rehearsed more than a dozen counterattack plans after being forced into a desperate situation, and was prepared to use his Dark Gold Bone Claw to tear apart the opponent's defenses even at the cost of minor injuries.

He even planned to use the abnormal defensive power of the [Coiled Dragon] skill to engage in a war of attrition, trading blows for damage.

As a result, the opponent couldn't even force him to reveal his trump card.

A simple defensive block, combined with a basic "Berello Kick" technique, completely destroyed this seasoned fighter who had been baptized for three years.

"So, I'm already this strong."

Xilun's eyes were calm, and a very faint smile played at the corners of his lips.

He had a thorough understanding of his own vital energy and blood reserves, but he lacked a direct reference point for understanding the true level of other extraordinary individuals in the outside world.

Today, Rejesty's decisive failure gave Celen the perfect answer.

"Ten, nine, eight—"

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The burly referee finally snapped out of his shock, strode over to Reggie, knelt on one knee, and began to count down loudly.

Lei Jiexi's eyes were bloodshot, he gritted his teeth, and the veins on his forehead bulged like earthworms.

He tried desperately to support his body with his elbows, but the excruciating pain and the rampant, domineering power within him made it impossible for him to muster even a shred of strength.

"Three, two, one!"

The referee abruptly stood up, grabbed Xilen's right hand, and raised it high into the air, his voice booming throughout the stadium: "Xilen, number 24, wins this match!"

The audience, which had been silent for a full half minute, finally erupted in cheers.

"What a shock! An absolute shock!"

"My God, is that Iron Cross Club newbie a monster? He's only been baptized for a short time, yet he crippled Reggie with a single kick!"

In one corner of the stands, a man in a gray trench coat was tilting his head back and chugging cheap beer. When he heard the referee's announcement, he "pfft" sprayed all the beer from his mouth onto the seats in front of him.

"Cough cough cough—What the hell!" The man coughed violently, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets. "You lost in the time it takes to drink a sip of water, senior?"

He is an outer member of the Silver Hand Club and also specializes in Silver Ape Fighting.

I took a day off today and came here with great excitement to observe Senior Lei Jiexi's practical teaching, hoping to learn some power generation techniques.

As a result, all he saw was his senior being kicked away like a sandbag.

The man blinked in bewilderment, rubbed his eyes vigorously with the back of his rough hand, and looked at the ring again.

On the ring, with the help of two medical personnel, Reggie struggled to his feet.

His face was ashen, and his gaze toward Xilun was filled with disbelief and deep humiliation.

Not reconciled.

I'm so unwilling to accept this!

Lei Jiexi clenched his teeth, his mouth filled with the strong taste of blood. He still had two trump cards up his sleeve in his Silver Ape Fighting Technique, and he hadn't even had time to circulate his second burst of energy.

He thought that with his shrewd experience, he could slowly wear down this newcomer like a cat playing with a mouse, but he didn't expect that the opponent's seemingly clumsy defense hid a live volcano that could erupt at any time.

"I was actually defeated in a second by a newly baptized novice using the most basic kicking technique!"

Reggie screamed in despair in his heart, but the feeling of his arms breaking mercilessly reminded him of this cruel reality.

He glanced at Xilen resentfully, then lowered his head and staggered off the ring with the help of medical personnel.

Xilen flicked his wrist, not even glancing at Rejes.

He walked down the wooden steps of the arena, humming an unknown, cheerful tune.

"In actual combat, it doesn't seem as difficult as I imagined."

As he reached the exit of the venue, Xilun looked at the heavy iron gate that was two and a half meters high, and suddenly, as if he had lost his childlike innocence, he slightly bent his knees.

whoosh-

His body seemed to lose gravity, rising lightly from the ground. He gently tapped the top of the iron gate frame with his right hand before landing steadily without even stirring up a speck of dust.

"We won," Xiren murmured to himself, a burning light flashing in his deep eyes.

A cold draft blew through the doorway.

Lei Jiexi moved with difficulty down the corridor, the junior who had sprayed beer following closely behind, barely daring to breathe.

He had never seen his usually arrogant senior classmate show such a dejected and pained expression.

After taking only a couple of steps, Lei Jiexi suddenly stopped.

His face instantly changed from deathly pale to a sickly flush, and his Adam's apple bobbed violently.

"Senior, where are you going?" the junior asked cautiously.

Lei Jiexi did not answer. He suddenly clutched his chest and hunched over in pain.

"Emergency room—quick!"

Before he could finish speaking, a stream of bright red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth and dripped onto the cold tiles of the corridor, a shocking sight.

The junior was terrified and rushed forward to support the swaying Lei Jiexi.

Lei Jiexi leaned on his junior's shoulder, feeling the tearing sensation in his internal organs, and his heart was filled with turmoil.

"That guy named Xilun—his strength is clearly only at the mid-level of the Baptized, but his physical body—"

How exactly was it forged?

Rejesty recalled the sensation of those dozen heavy punches he delivered to Xilen's arm. It wasn't like hitting flesh and blood; it felt like hitting a piece of deep-sea cold iron that had been forged through countless hammer blows!

The terrifying recoil not only injured his finger bones, but also shook his internal organs along his meridians.

"What an amazing physique—this time, I'm really done for." Rejesty closed his eyes and fainted in a wave of intense dizziness.

At the other end of the corridor.

Two men in well-tailored suits were walking slowly towards them, accompanied by two boys who looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old.

"How was the match just now?" one of the men, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, asked.

"That was fantastic."

Another man with a mustache nodded. "I just went to watch the match of that girl from the Silver Hand Club who practices Wind Whispering Martial Arts."

He was only in his early twenties, yet his movements were incredibly agile. He used his mobility to constantly engage in close combat, finally seizing an opening and delivering a fatal blow—a truly beautiful fight.

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses nodded slightly, his eyes showing admiration: "The Silver Hand truly lives up to its reputation as a long-established club for extraordinary individuals in our city; its foundation is indeed profound."

I heard that among the fighters they sent this time, there is an even more formidable veteran fighter named Lei Jiexi.

This guy's fighting style is extremely fierce; he's quite well-known even in underground boxing.

"That's really impressive."

The man with the mustache sighed, "In that case, why don't we enroll our child in the Silver Hand Club? It's always safer to learn extraordinary cultivation methods from such an established force."