Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

A tiny, subtle sound, like a delicate thread, drifted into Xilun's ears through the damp air.

Xilun focused his mind slightly, listening intently as his innate talent silently unfolded.

Even the faintest sounds and movements in the distance are clearly visible.

He heard the cracking sound of water droplets hitting the moss, the soft rustling of mice crawling in the cracks between the bricks, and even more so, the deliberately suppressed yet still heavy heartbeat from the depths of darkness ahead.

Boom, boom, boom.

My heartbeat was extremely steady, accompanied by long and controlled breathing.

A cold glint flashed in Xilun's eyes. This person was definitely not weak.

Judging from the underlying aura alone, the strength of his blood and qi is roughly equivalent to that of Philip, suggesting he is a seasoned Baptist who has spent many years teetering on the edge of life and death.

What is he waiting for?

Xilun slowed his pace, holding his spear at an angle with the tip only an inch from the ground, yet without making any scraping sound.

哢哒.

An extremely faint sound of gears grinding could be heard.

They are loading the gun.

Xilun's mind raced, pepper box revolver.

Firearms of this caliber still pose a deadly threat to first-tier extraordinary individuals.

If you are hit in the head or heart at close range, even the strongest body will die instantly.

Two choices are presented to us.

Immediately step back and exit this dark alley.

However, this would completely expose your back to the enemy, and in the face of firearms, turning your back to the enemy is tantamount to suicide.

Another option is to pretend you're completely unaware, keep moving forward, and deal with whatever comes your way.

Xiren didn't hesitate for long. He gently leaned the black umbrella and spear against the damp wall, slowly squatted down, and pretended to tie his shoelaces.

His peripheral vision was fixed on the shadow in front of him, and his muscles tensed to the extreme in an instant, like a black panther poised to pounce.

A moment later, he stood up, gripped the handle of the black umbrella with his left hand, and held the gun barrel tightly with his right hand, walking steadily into the depths of the alley.

In the dark corner, Erro listened to the unsuspecting footsteps and a cruel sneer curled at the corner of his mouth.

This kid is still a greenhorn who has never seen blood.

Erro silently counted his steps. He had chosen an excellent spot, perfectly positioned at the exit of the alleyway.

Stepping out from here, you'll instantly transition from a dark and damp environment into dazzling sunlight.

At this moment, the pupils will instinctively contract, and vision will be blurred and stinging for a brief instant.

That was the perfect moment for him to fire.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

Finally, Xilun's leather shoes stepped onto the sunlit cobblestones.

Emerging abruptly from the darkness, he squinted slightly, as if the light had stung his eyes.

He subconsciously raised his left hand, as if trying to shield his eyes from the sunlight.

It's now!

A fierce glint appeared in Erro's eyes, and he suddenly raised the pepper box revolver in his hand.

boom!

A deafening gunshot rang out in the narrow alley, sparks flying as a heavy lead bullet tore through the air, heading straight for Xilun's forehead.

However, the anticipated scene of brains splattering did not occur.

Xilun raised his left hand and suddenly pushed it open, the black umbrella instantly opening like a pitch-black shield in front of him.

boom!

A dull thud resounded. The lead bullet, with its terrifying kinetic energy, slammed into the black umbrella surface. The umbrella ribs emitted a piercing, teeth-grinding sound, yet they forcefully deflected the bullet's trajectory.

Sparks flew as the lead bullet grazed past Xilun's ear and embedded itself deeply in the brick wall behind him.

Erro's pupils contracted sharply, and he froze for a moment.

His hand reacted faster than his brain, and he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

boom! boom! boom!

Three shots fired in quick succession, the flashes illuminating the dim alley corner. Three hot shell casings clattered to the ground, bouncing on the bluestone slabs.

Amidst the billowing smoke, Xilun slowly folded his black umbrella.

Only a few faint white marks remained on the black umbrella skin.

He casually tossed the umbrella aside, revealing a pair of cold and gloomy eyes as he quietly observed Erro ahead.

Erro's heart clenched. The other person's calm, almost dead-looking gaze sent a shiver down his spine.

"It's you." Xilun's voice was completely flat, chillingly calm.

Erro took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the pounding in his heart.

He glanced at the pepper box in his hand; there were two bullets left. He knew very well that those special items that could stop bullets didn't rely on sheer hardness, but rather on the material itself absorbing the kinetic energy of the lead bullets.

However, in close combat, such props often become cumbersome.

He decisively holstered the revolver back into his waist holster and drew the thick-backed longsword from his back.

"If those few shots had ended it earlier, it would have saved me a lot of trouble."

Erro gripped the sword with both hands, the blade gleaming with a chilling light.

Xiren didn't rush to make a move, but simply asked, "What's your relationship with Irma?"

When he killed Irma, he had looked at Irma's background information and knew that Irma had an uncle who was a gang leader.

Asking this question at this moment is merely a casual way of confirming the other party's identity.

Upon hearing that name, Erro's eyes instantly reddened, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

"The child you killed was my nephew! My own nephew!" Ero's voice was filled with hysterical rage.

Siren's face remained cold:

"I don't think it's necessary to use the word 'child' to cover up the ugliness of a beast who bullies men and women and disregards human life."

Besides, he's already in his twenties.

"What's it to you what happens in my family?"

Erro roared, his blood surging through his body like boiling water. "A brat who's not even twenty years old dares to meddle in the affairs of my New Righteous Society!"

Since you're so meddlesome, today I'll show you what the price is!

boom!

Before he could finish speaking, Erro suddenly exerted force with both legs, and the bluestone slab beneath his feet shattered inch by inch.

He was like a raging wild bear, raising his long sword high with both hands, carrying a terrifying aura that could split mountains and cleave peaks, and slashed down fiercely.

A fierce wind howled, and blades flashed everywhere. The surrounding gravel was whipped up by the shockwave, and the weeds in the alley were instantly flattened.

The power of this strike was astonishing.

Xiren calmly watched the blade hurtling towards him. His feet seemed rooted to the ground, and with a sudden twist of his waist, he dodged backward by the slightest margin.

The chilling blade grazed his nose as it fell, the shockwave from the blade stinging his cheek.

The next moment, the spear in Xilun's hand moved.

There were no fancy moves, just a natural, effortless delivery.

The spear, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, struck precisely the spine of the Ero longsword.

when!

Sparks flew everywhere. An overwhelming and terrifying force traveled along the gun barrel.

Ero felt a violent tremor in his hand, and his long sword almost flew out of his grasp.

He stared wide-eyed in disbelief, staggered back two steps from the gunshot.

Ero was terrified.

He is a seasoned extraordinary being who has been baptized for nine years, and his vital energy has been honed to an unparalleled level.

In a head-on confrontation, he found himself inferior in strength to this newcomer who had only been baptized a few months prior.

But he quickly regained his composure. So what if he's strong?

This kid is just a beginner in weaponry; if it comes down to a contest of skill and technique, he's no match for me.

However, he was very wrong.

Xilun gave him no chance to catch his breath.

After repelling Erro with a single spear thrust, Xilun's arm muscles bulged, and he raised his spear high, bringing it down with the force of a mountain crashing down!

boom!

A sharp, deafening crackling sound filled the air.

Ero had no choice but to block the attack head-on.

when!

A tremendous roar echoed through the alley.

Erro's legs buckled suddenly, his knees almost hitting the ground.

He felt a surge of blood rushing to his chest, and a sweet, metallic taste rose in his throat.

Before he could recover, Xilun flicked his wrist, and the spear, using the recoil, swept horizontally like a thick iron whip, cutting down on his waist.

woo-

The gun barrel tore through the air with a chilling whistling sound.

Ero was terrified and used all his strength to hold his longsword upright at his side.

boom!

Another muffled thud. Erro was knocked off the ground by the heavy sweep, sliding several steps backward.

Another shot came crashing down from the front!

Smash! Sweep! Crush!

The sweeping, powerful strokes of Natan Heavy Gun Technique were brought to life in Xiren's hands.

Each shot contained the terrifying power of the Great Ocean Whale Guiding Technique, as powerful as a raging sea.

Erro was extremely frustrated. This kid's moves were simply too brute. He didn't bother with any clever counter-moves; he just relied on the length of his weapon and his strength to smash down.

boom! boom! boom!

Erro retreated three steps, then another three steps.

Until his back slammed heavily against the cold brick wall, leaving him with nowhere to retreat.

"die!"

Erro roared and, with a desperate, mutually destructive fighting style, gripped his sword with both hands and slashed forward recklessly.

Xilun's eyes were cold. He coiled his spear, the tip of which tightly gripped the blade.

He grabbed with both hands and slammed it down!

boom!

Erro barely managed to block the attack with his knife, but the wall behind him couldn't withstand the terrifying force and instantly exploded with countless cracks, large chunks of brick falling and crashing to the ground.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Xilun's steps were as steady as a rock. He always kept the distance between them at about two meters.

The gun is 2.4 meters long, while the knife is only 1 meter long.

Whenever Ero makes any attempt to retaliate, Siron will force him back with a barrage of attacks.

After the three shots, Erro's arms were so weak that he could barely lift them, his hands were split open, and blood was flowing down the hilt of his knife.

"Ah—" Ero let out a desperate roar, squeezing out the last bit of strength in his body, and took a step forward, slashing his sword at Xilun's face.

Xilun remained calm and composed, sweeping his spear across the waist and precisely striking the blade, deflecting it.

The next moment, the spear tip retracted with lightning speed and was thrust forward in the same direction.

puff!

The sharp spear tip pierced Erro's chest without any resistance and emerged from his back.

Crimson blood spurted out from the blood trough, staining the bluestone slabs on the ground red.

Erro looked down at the iron spear that had pierced his heart.

He was covered in dust, having just been shot more than ten times, with multiple broken bones and muscles throughout his body, causing him unbearable pain.

But this fatal shot didn't cause him the slightest pain.

Only consciousness was rapidly fading, and a cold sensation spread from the heart to the whole body.

He sighed inwardly. After more than thirty years of cultivation, he had finally offended someone he shouldn't have.

Who would have thought that someone could progress so quickly?

Erro slowly closed his eyes, his body fell heavily to the ground, and he was no longer breathing.

Siren drew his spear expressionlessly.

Blood dripped from the tip of the spear. Only after confirming that the other man was completely dead did he leisurely put away the spear.

He walked to the body, squatted down, and felt around for a while.

"Poor bastard." Xilun curled his lip. This man was obviously there to ambush them; apart from a pepper revolver and a decent-quality longsword, he hadn't brought anything of value.

Xilun casually put away the revolver and longsword. Although the knife wasn't exactly a divine weapon, it could still fetch some pocket money on the black market.

Finally, he found a few pounds of change in Erro's inner pocket.

With the few pounds of change in hand, Siron walked out of the alley and bought a pack of cheap cigarettes at the tobacco shop on the corner.

When he walked back into the alley, Lund was sitting quietly on a clean bluestone.

He looked at the corpse on the ground, then glanced at Xilen who was walking over.

"The results are good; a resounding victory in the first battle." Lund's tone carried an undisguised admiration.

Xilun laughed in anger, only now fully understanding what was happening.

"Teacher, do you know this person is lying in ambush on me?"

Lund chuckled. "With your hearing, who could possibly ambush you?"

Xilun lit a cigarette and took a deep drag:

"If I hadn't reacted quickly when he fired, things could have been very different."

Lund glanced at the black umbrella that had been tossed aside and said indifferently:

"If you are prepared, I believe you will not be shot at close range."

Xilun exhaled a puff of smoke and sat down on the rock opposite Lund.

"What do we do now? There's still a corpse here."

"I've already reported it." Lund stood up, dusted off his clothes, and said, "The organization will be coming to collect the body soon. Since you killed someone, you should be in good spirits. Let's start training tomorrow."

Xilun paused slightly, looking at Lund with some surprise.

"There are such organizations?"

Lund didn't explain much, he just waved his hand, signaling the two to leave.

About half an hour after the two left the alley, a dilapidated black carriage came to a stop at the alley entrance with the creaking of its wheels.

Two men wearing greasy waterproof overcoats jumped down from the carriage, yawning.

They carried iron hooks and rough burlap sacks, and skillfully walked into the alley.

"This is where we'll collect the bodies today," muttered one of the men, who had a full beard, as he glanced at the ground.

When he saw the corpse on the ground with a spear piercing its heart, he suddenly stopped moving.

"Damn it..."

He gasped, rubbed his eyes, and said, "I know this person."

It's Erro, the leader of the Razorfen Downs. He's said to be a Tier 1 Extraordinary.

Another slightly younger man came over, poked at the wounds on the corpse with an iron hook, and clicked his tongue in amazement.

"That's strange. Why would Ero be killed in a place like this? What was he doing coming all this way?"

The bearded man shook his head, took out a rag, and wiped his hands.

"However, since I have become an extraordinary being, I will die sooner or later."

"Don't even mention Tier 1, last year I even collected the corpse of a Tier 3 Extraordinary Being, and he was a high-level knight, can you believe it?"

The young man sighed and deftly put the sack over the corpse.

"My family used to have some money, but I felt that being an extraordinary person was too dangerous, so I didn't go to learn it."

Now you see, our business of collecting corpses is lucrative and not tiring.

Unlike these extraordinary individuals, no matter how high you climb, once you enter the game, there's no way you can leave. Sooner or later, everyone dies. Who can win forever?

The heavy sacks were carelessly tossed into the stench-filled carriage.

With a flick of his whip, the coachman sent the dilapidated carriage bouncing away down the stone road, leaving behind only a dark red stain of blood in the alley, which gradually dried in the sunlight.