Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Chapter 181 Claw Technique Breakthrough, Master Level

"Senior Brother Yus, are you alright?" Xilun asked calmly, but with a hint of apology.

The man's face darkened. He rubbed his stomach, looked at Xilun with a melancholy expression, and sighed, "I've already been caught up by you, a monster who's just starting out. How can I still have the nerve to be your senior brother?"

Xilun smiled and said dismissively, "Does the title matter? It's just a code name."

Yus straightened up and corrected him with an unusually serious expression: "It's very important. In the world of extraordinary beings, strength is everything."

"You're better than me, so just call me Yus. I'm unworthy of being called 'senior brother'."

Xilun shook his head, not dwelling on the matter further.

He grabbed a towel, wiped the sweat from his face, and walked over to Lund and Aigu.

Xilun first looked at the white-skinned man with a constant smile and glasses, bowed slightly in greeting, and said, "Greetings, Senior Brother Aigu."

Aigu nodded slightly in return.

He didn't immediately comment on the fight, but instead asked, "Before we analyze it, let me ask you something. You seem to have a habit of using a punch to the abdomen as a finishing move. Why is that?"

Because I heard from the teacher that you had a similar experience in several matches during the Pioneer Cup.

Xilun was taken aback, not expecting the other party to have observed so meticulously.

He wiped his sweat and casually said, "There's no particular reason. To determine a winner, one side needs to lose the ability to resist."

Hitting the stomach doesn't cause much actual damage to the other person and won't leave any incurable disability, but it is indeed quite painful.

Using pain to render the other person unable to resist is the most efficient and safest approach.

After listening, Aigu nodded slightly and smiled, "That's quite thoughtful. It's rare to see such a sense of propriety when sparring within a club."

Then, he adjusted his glasses, his smile fading slightly as he adopted a serious, scholarly demeanor, and began his professional analysis: "Judging from our exchange just now, your strength level, if measured against the standard of ordinary baptized individuals, is roughly at the level of a normal extraordinary person who has been baptized for two years. This is quite unusual."

At this point, Aigu added, a hint of inquiry in his eyes: "Although there is the replenishment from the superb ice pool at the Bath Monastery, it is truly unbelievable that just soaking in the ice pool once can increase your strength so much, directly surpassing more than a year's worth of accumulation."

He looked at Xilun suspiciously, scrutinizing him from head to toe, and asked doubtfully, "Did you go into the middle of the ice pool to breathe in your energy? The cold air in there is so intense that even a second-tier Ripper wouldn't dare to withstand it easily."

Xilun remained expressionless on the surface, but inwardly he thought to himself, "What do you mean 'in the middle'? I went straight to the bottom of the ice pool and absorbed all the core essence."

However, he naturally wouldn't reveal this trump card, and simply remained silent.

Seeing that he wouldn't say anything, Aigu wisely shook his head and stopped asking.

He changed the subject and continued, "As for physique, it is even more outstanding."

Your physical level is already close to that of a senior extraordinary being who has undergone normal baptism for four years.

Even in terms of resilience, it's stronger than Yus, who specializes in physical strength.

At this point, Aigu seemed to want to verify her judgment, so she took a step closer with surprise, stretched out her fair and slender fingers, gently grasped Xilun's face, and rubbed it a few times.

Startled by this sudden action, Xilun froze, almost instinctively swinging out a claw.

Aigu felt the touch from his fingertips and muttered to himself thoughtfully, "Your skin and flesh seem extremely firm, and the density of your muscle fibers is frighteningly high."

It's as if a raging lion is hidden inside this somewhat frail body.

With such defensive capabilities, it's no wonder that Yus's punches were much less effective against you.

Aigu withdrew his hand, shook his head, and made a final conclusion: "Compared to your abnormal physique and powerful strength, your fighting skills are really average."

Berello's kicking technique seems to be at a beginner level; his power generation technique is very stiff.

"Dorokh's Dark Claw Technique is indeed highly skilled; he has already grasped its essence. However, this martial art is ultimately only used to lay the foundation for unbaptized near-extraordinary individuals, and its potential is too limited."

At this point, Aigu complained again, his tone tinged with confusion: "Of course, you seem to be a little different."

Your claw technique seems exceptionally powerful in actual combat, almost like the claws of an adult bear. It is not only powerful and heavy, but also has a strange penetrating force.

This means that when you fight against a normal Tier 1 Extraordinary, you won't suffer much of a loss.

However, against true masters, such crude techniques offer little advantage.

Aigu analyzed in general: "From a combat skills perspective, you only need to maintain basic unarmed combat training and preserve muscle memory."

Next, we should start practicing weapon-based combat techniques.

After all, without weapons, it's ultimately difficult to deal with enemies who are armed.

In a true battle of life and death, a sharp, enchanted weapon is more effective than any fancy, superficial technique.

After listening to this insightful analysis, Xilun was greatly impressed.

Although this senior brother Aigu looks frail, he has an extremely sharp eye and has almost completely exposed his background.

He nodded slightly, keeping the suggestion in mind.

Xilun turned to look at Lund.

Lund had finished his drink, stood up, stretched, yawned, and said, "Alright, that's about it for the analysis."

"You guys train hard, I have some personal matters to attend to."

After saying that, Lund waved his hand and left the top floor without looking back.

After Lund left, Xiren began his normal rehabilitation training.

He walked to the rest area and took out the plaster he carried with him.

This is something he made himself using deep-sea algae mud. Although it's not as good as blood-healing powder, it's quite effective at relieving muscle fatigue.

He applied the plaster to his arms and ribs, feeling the cool sensation seep into his skin.

After a while, once the effects of the medicine had mostly worn off, Xilun stood up, looked at Yus who had recovered, and asked...

"Yus, shall we continue sparring?"

Yus looked at Xilun's expressionless eyes, hesitated for a moment, touched his still slightly aching abdomen, and finally gritted his teeth and nodded slightly: "Come on!"

In the following sparring session, Xilun deliberately suppressed his strength and focused on dismantling the moves.

With each swing of his claws and each block, he constantly adjusted the angle of his force in his mind.

As the battles continued, the data panel on Xilun's retina showed that the Dorok Dark Claw Technique, which had been stagnant for a long time, began to slowly gain experience.

Around noon, after finishing the intense sparring on the top floor, Xilun went to the third floor alone, used his badge to open the heavy alchemical iron door, and entered his private training room.

Once the door closed, all the noise from the outside world was completely shut out, leaving only the low hum of machinery inside.

Xilun took off his shirt, revealing his well-defined muscles, and sat down without hesitation on the cold metal seat in the center of the room.

As the formation was activated, that familiar yet terrifying feeling of being in an ice cellar returned.

The overhead shower instantly turned on, and icy cold water, mixed with heavy pressure, poured down.

He felt the falling water droplets were cold and heavy, each drop seemingly containing immense force, relentlessly crashing against him like a raging waterfall, threatening to bend his spine.

Xilun gritted his teeth and immediately began to activate the Great Ocean Whale Guidance Technique.

The body's Qi and blood surged wildly through the meridians like a ignited furnace, creating a roaring sound like the ocean waves, in order to resist the terrifying force exerted from the outside.

He exhaled forcefully, white mist spewing from his mouth and nose, turning into ice shards the instant it came into contact with the cold water.

He practiced continuously, maintaining the alternation between the scalding heat of his internal blood and the frigid cold of the icy water on his body surface.

This extreme torment of extreme heat and cold made his muscle fibers increasingly tough through tearing and rebuilding, and his innate talent of coiling like a dragon was slowly stimulated in this extreme environment.

For the next two days, life in Xilun became as precise and monotonous as a clock.

He maintained his daily routine of going to the rooftop to meet with his two senior brothers.

Yus is a pure martial arts fanatic. Although he gets beaten black and blue every time by Xilun, he still enjoys being Xilun's sparring partner to gain experience.

Aigu, on the other hand, appears much more mysterious.

He seemed to be practicing a very unique breathing technique.

Xilun had secretly sensed it with his Far Listening talent that when Aigu was breathing, tiny vortices would form in the surrounding air.

He used the flow of the wind to breathe in and out his energy, making him feel as light as if he had no weight.

Aigu's strength is unfathomable, seemingly much stronger than Yus, but he has no intention of sparring with Xilun.

He always stayed alone in a corner, practicing silently, always wearing those black-rimmed glasses, like a detached observer and recorder.

On the evening of the third day.

Emerging from his private training room once again, Xilun was enveloped in sweltering heat, his muscles aching so badly he was almost numb.

He got dressed and dragged his tired body back to room 106 of the Golden Rooster Hotel.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Xilun seemed lost in thought.

Tomorrow is the time I'm supposed to meet Lord Yuri at the ocean pier.

In the quiet room, Finn's face appeared in his mind.

That face, which always wore a kind smile, seems somewhat blurry in my memory now.

It's been about six months since I last met Fein, hasn't it?

In the past six months, he went from a poor slum boy struggling to make ends meet to the champion of the Vanguard Cup and became a disciple of a high-ranking knight.

I wonder how Fein has been doing these past six months.

Although they occasionally exchanged letters, Fein seemed genuinely busy, replying infrequently, and his words always betrayed an undeniable weariness.

Now, they've been tricked by the New Righteous Society and signed that deadly long-term whaling contract.

"We have to get him out no matter what."

Xilun's eyes turned cold as he secretly made up his mind.

Gathering her scattered thoughts, Xilun began her pre-sleep recovery routine.

He skillfully applied the ointment he had prepared to his arms and torso, enduring the stinging pain as the medicine penetrated.

Afterwards, instead of resting, he went to the wooden stake in the corner of the room that he had beaten into a million holes and began to practice his claw technique.

In the stillness of the night, only the wooden stakes emitted a dull "thump-thump" sound.

Alone at night, he silently placed his hand on the wooden stake, feeling the roughness of the wood grain.

By the dim light of the gas lamp, he saw a white band tied around his right arm.

That was to cover up the deep, bone-revealing wound Ross had left in the manor's main hall.

Although blood-healing powder was used, the scars remained hideous.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously clenched his fingers together, his knuckles turning white from the force.

An uncontrollable rage burned in his chest.

He thought to himself with resentment that if he were to meet Ross in the junior knight fighting tournament four months from now, he would definitely vent his anger and crush Ross's arrogant and haughty attitude!

Xilun stopped what he was doing and walked to the table to pour himself some water.

His gaze inadvertently fell upon a copy of today's evening newspaper on the table.

The front page of the newspaper prominently featured Ross's handsome yet hypocritical face.

Xilun picked up the newspaper and read it by the light.

The above is an interview with Ross, containing his remarks during a media interview.

In an interview, Ross tearfully stated that he was overwhelmed with grief and extremely mentally unstable due to the death of his brother Robert in a foreign land.

A few days ago, I discovered that Xilun came to visit. Because he saw his brother's former rival, he lost control of his emotions and accidentally injured the other party.

He expressed his deepest gratitude and offered to cover all medical expenses.

Below the report was a lengthy commentary.

The media outlets, bought off by the Ocelli family, went to great lengths to flatter Ross, praising him for his loyalty, compassion for the poor, and willingness to set aside his aristocratic status to apologize to a commoner.

They also lavishly praised Rose's exceptional talent, calling him the biggest favorite to win this year's junior knight fighting tournament.

Xilun looked at these distorted and inaccurate words, and laughed in exasperation, his teeth grinding together.

"You bastard," he spat out through gritted teeth.

It was clearly an act of bullying and premeditated murder, yet it was packaged as an accident caused by excessive grief; it was clearly a high-and-mighty perpetrator, yet in front of the media, he pretended to be a tolerant and kind victim's family member.

This hypocrisy and malice unique to the aristocracy is more disgusting than direct swords.

Anger erupted within Xilun like a volcano.

He suddenly turned around, his qi and blood circulated to their maximum at that moment, and the dragon pattern on his right arm instantly burst forth, showing a terrifying dark gold color.

He formed his five fingers into claws, and with a ferocious, tearing-everything aura, he fiercely grabbed at the hard, solid wooden stake.

"Snap!"

A sickening cracking sound rang out in the room.

The wooden stake, which was strong enough to withstand the bombardment of a first-tier extraordinary being, was crushed by Xilun's claw, like a fragile piece of rotten wood, with a huge gap being squeezed out, and wood chips flying everywhere.

Just then, on Xilun's retina, a pale red data stream cascaded down like a waterfall, flashing with dazzling light.

[Successfully completed a claw skill practice move; Dorok Dark Claw Skill experience +1]

【Dorok Dark Claw Technique: 999/1000 → 1000/1000】

Skill advancement: Expert level > Master level

[Skill: Dorokh Dark Claw Technique (Master)]

[Master-level claw fighting techniques, reaching perfection, with no further improvement possible.]

【Characteristics: Splits rocks and pierces armor, crushes metal and breaks stone, breaks surfaces with a single point, and tempers claws to the point of steel.】

Xilun slowly withdrew his hand, looking at his right hand, which was intact but exuded a deadly aura. The anger in his eyes gradually subsided, replaced by a chilling coldness.

He looked down at his hands, which seemed unchanged, but then moved slightly.

A powerful force surged from his palm, filling him with immense satisfaction.

Xilun activated the Dorok Dark Claw Technique once more, and five claws appeared deftly. Xilun rubbed the claw bones, secretly surprised that with just this one breakthrough, the power of his claw technique had increased several times.

He realized that he had truly reached the highest level of the Dorok Dark Claw Technique: Bone Refinement.

Their claws are as strong as steel, and their claw energy is as powerful as waves.

With just a gentle flick, it could tear apart the stone-like object in front of him as easily as tofu, leaving him no chance to resist.

He looked at the wood chips on the table, gently pinched them, almost without using any force.

Just a slight touch of the claw root on it, and the fragments seemed to vanish, disappearing as if turned into dust.

call!

When the wind blows, the wooden stake fragments in my palm turn into powder and fly away.

Compared to the previous move, this kind of subtle control over force is truly terrifying!

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