Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

He stepped forward and grasped the shaft of the first weapon.

This spear is entirely black and incredibly heavy in the hand, as if you were holding a solid iron pillar.

It is about two meters long, which can barely be considered a short gun.

Xilun lifted it up with one hand and casually waved it twice in the air, creating a dull gust of wind.

The weight is somewhat in line with the expansive and powerful style of his "Great Sea Whale Guiding Technique," but the length is too short to fully utilize the advantage of "an inch longer, an inch stronger."

He put down the black gun and shifted his gaze to the second item.

This is a soft spear, with an astonishing length of about three meters.

The gun barrel appears to be made of some kind of tough wood mixed with metal fibers, giving it a very springy feel.

The spearhead is bright silver and has a menacing sharpness.

Xilun picked it up and weighed it in his hand; it was indeed light and agile.

But as soon as he exerted force, the gun barrel began to shake violently, feeling light and without any point of leverage.

"It's too light and a bit too long, making it difficult to control."

Xilen shook his head. He had spent the past month training with a gun under the waterfall and knew his own power generation habits best.

The ideal length is between 2.4 and 2.5 meters. Any longer would be cumbersome, and any shorter would lose its deterrent effect.

He swept across the third spear.

This spear has the most ornate design, with a faint dark red sheen on its body and a subtle heat emanating from it, suggesting that it is made of some special and extraordinary material.

Xilun reached out and touched it. It was alright, but he felt that the center of gravity of the gun was a bit forward, which was not suitable for his "water-breaking flow" technique of evenly wrapping his strength around the gun.

The blacksmith leaned against the table, watching Xilun put down the three spears one by one, and asked, "It seems you're not satisfied with any of them?"

Xilun rubbed the calluses on his fingers thoughtfully and slowly shook his head.

"So, do you have any specific direction in mind?" the woman asked patiently.

After a moment of contemplation, images of himself repeatedly tearing his muscles and compressing his qi and blood during cultivation flashed through his mind.

"I don't have any special mystical requirements."

Looking into the blacksmith's eyes, Xilun said in a steady tone, "I want it to be a bit heavy so that it can perfectly utilize my physical advantages."

Most importantly, the utilization rate of air force must be high, and there should be minimal loss during transmission.

After listening, the woman thoughtfully bit her pen.

"The requests you've made don't sound like you're commissioning extraordinary relics at all; they sound more like mass-produced alloy artifacts from a military research institute."

She walked to the table, quickly sketching in the booklet as she spoke:

"Those military-grade alloy guns have no special properties inside; they don't come with any special abilities like fire, frost, or poison."

However, correspondingly, its physical properties are excellent; its hardness and flexibility are both at the extreme levels of ordinary iron.

She looked up, her eyes revealing professionalism.

"Moreover, because of its pure material, it has an extremely high utilization rate of energy, and can almost achieve extremely efficient transmission."

Many marksmanship masters in the lower city who don't rely on mystical magic choose this weapon.

A flash of inspiration struck Xilun.

Without any fancy attributes, only extreme hardness and conductivity, this is exactly the kind of medium that "Natan Heavy Gun Technique" needs most.

"I think this is exactly what I want," Xilun said decisively.

"I understand."

The woman rubbed her slightly sore temples. "I understand your requirements. Since alloy-based cold weapons are semi-finished products, I have ready-made military-grade alloy tubing here, so there's no need to melt them down from scratch."

It's relatively simple to assemble; I should be able to finish assembly and polishing by around 10 PM tonight.

She closed the booklet and looked at Xilun: "When are you coming to pick it up?"

Xilun glanced at his pocket watch. "Then I'll be here at ten o'clock sharp."

The woman nodded and casually picked up a price list.

"What price range are you looking for? The price varies depending on the purity and proportion of the alloy materials."

The lowest is 30 pounds, and the highest is 70 pounds.

Higher prices generally mean better performance, with an impact on pneumatic transmission of approximately 20% to 30%.

Xilun did not hesitate at all.

Facing the impending life-or-death battle, even the slightest performance improvement could determine life or death.

"I want the 70-pound one."

The woman nodded slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes; she clearly hadn't expected this simply dressed young man to be so generous.

"Please pay the deposit, 40 pounds."

Xilun reached into his pocket, took out a check that still carried a faint scent of ink, and handed it over.

"This is a check from the Royal Bank, with an amount of forty pounds written on it."

The woman took the check, carefully examined the anti-counterfeiting watermark and seal, and put it into the drawer with satisfaction.

"No problem, see you at 10 PM."

……

After leaving the blacksmith shop, Xiren did not linger on the street and went straight back to the Iron Cross Fighting Club by carriage.

With several hours to go before the night's operation, he needed to get himself into peak physical condition.

He easily made his way to the private training room on the third floor, and Xilun used his badge to open the heavy alchemical iron door.

The room remained as cold and impersonal as ever.

He took off his trench coat and shirt, revealing his rock-hard muscles, and walked to the metal seat in the center of the room, where he sat cross-legged.

With the activation of the array hub, the refrigeration unit began to operate at full speed.

Xilun closed his eyes and began to breathe in and out his energy.

The powerful energy belonging to the third level of the "Great Sea Whale Guiding Technique" spread slowly from his limbs and bones like dark golden dragons.

Each breath was accompanied by a muffled sound of the muscles and bones inside the body resonating.

Above his head, the water droplets on the seat began to condense rapidly, turning into icy frost that slowly pressed down on his body.

Compared to the state when it broke through a few days ago, Xilun deliberately increased the power of the refrigeration unit, making the environment even more severe.

The icy chill pierced his skin like countless steel needles, making him feel a long-lost sense of strain.

It took a long time for Xilun to feel the pressure of being pushed to his limit.

He gritted his teeth, enduring the extreme conditions of the room, his chest heaving like a giant bellows.

Time passed by, second by second.

Amidst the surging of his vital energy, Xilun opened his eyes thoughtfully.

He suddenly noticed something extremely unusual.

Previously, when he cultivated in the gravity-cooled chamber, he had to devote a large part of his energy to protecting his fragile internal organs to prevent them from being frozen by the extreme cold and causing massive bleeding.

But now, it seems he doesn't need to do that at all.

The extreme cold air from the outside world, which could freeze an ordinary person instantly, has a much smaller impact on the internal organs after penetrating the skin and flesh.

His heart and lungs seemed to be wrapped in an invisible, tough membrane, yet they still beat strongly and powerfully in the extreme cold.

Xilun touched his abdomen thoughtfully.

The image of the black thread he absorbed after tearing apart a giant white shark with his bare hands in the waters off the ocean pier flashed through his mind.

"Could it be... because of this 'adaptive viscera' talent?"

He was secretly alarmed. This passive talent he had plundered from the great white shark not only allowed him to adapt to the water pressure of the deep sea, but also gave his internal organs such terrifying resistance to cold and pressure.

This means that in future battles, he can unreservedly mobilize all his strength to his limbs for attack and defense, without having to worry about protecting his fragile internal organs.

This is practically a god-level talent tailor-made for the extreme and berserk method of "breathing"!

Without time to think further, Xilun suppressed his overwhelming joy, closed his eyes again, and entered a deep state of breathing.

As evening approached, the last rays of the setting sun were completely obscured by thick, dark clouds.

Xilun slowly exhaled a long, stale breath, his bones cracking like popping beans.

He finished his meditation, stood up, and got dressed.

Feeling the surging power within him, like a volcano about to erupt, Xilun's eyes turned as cold as a blade.

Everything is ready except for the weapons.

……

At 10 p.m., the streets of the downtown area had become deserted.

Xilun appeared right on time outside the blacksmith's shop and knocked on the old oak door.

After a long while, the door lock made a crisp click.

The blacksmith girl pushed open the door. Her face was smeared with black machine oil, and her eyes were bloodshot from working late into the night, but she was unusually energetic.

She glanced at Xilen, stepped aside, and said, "Come in."

Xilen nodded slightly and followed her back into the spacious basement. Listening to the creaking of the stairs beneath his feet, he couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation.

The temperature in the basement was much higher than in the afternoon, and the air was filled with the acrid smell of metal being cut.

The blacksmith girl strode to the huge workbench and reached out to lift the black velvet cloth covering it.

A pure black umbrella lay quietly on the table, appearing before Xilun.

Xilun stepped forward thoughtfully and took it in his hand.

He noticed the changes as soon as he got his hands on it.

The originally lightweight bulletproof parachute is now considerably heavier.

The umbrella skin had an extra layer of silvery-white leather on its surface, which was tanned white shark skin.

He squeezed the umbrella surface with his fingers. The texture was no longer smooth, but covered with fine, shield-like particles. It felt more flexible, thicker, and indestructible.

"The defense has increased by at least three levels," the blacksmith said proudly. "I used extraordinary alloy thread to sew sharkskin tightly to the umbrella ribs. Ordinary swords and knives would even chip or dull if they were to cut into it."

Xilun nodded thoughtfully, extremely satisfied with the armor.

He looked up, his gaze sweeping across the table, then asked, "Where's the custom-made gun?"

The blacksmith smiled mysteriously and pointed to the black umbrella in Xilun's hand.

"here."

Xilun was taken aback and looked down at the umbrella in his hand.

"Bring the umbrella here." The blacksmith girl stepped forward and took the black umbrella from Xilun's hands.

She gripped the handle below the umbrella with both hands, pressed her fingers firmly on the latch above the switch, and then twisted it downwards.

哢哒.

A crisp metallic snapping sound rang out.

She actually removed the handle from under the umbrella.

Immediately afterwards, a scraping sound came from the hollow part of the umbrella shaft, and a section of silver-gray metal rod slid out from inside and landed steadily on the table.

Xilun's pupils contracted slightly as he leaned closer to take a closer look.

These two metal rods are made entirely of military-grade alloy weighing around 70 pounds, and their surfaces are polished to an extremely smooth finish.

At both ends of the metal rod are fine and extremely delicate machine buckles.

The blacksmith girl picked up the metal rod, and with a little force in both hands, her veins bulging, she pulled the gun barrel open.

The original gun barrel, which was just over a meter long, had a section pulled out from the middle, creating a large gun formed by piecing together the two gun barrels.

The gun head was hidden in the same spot as the protrusion at the tip of a normal umbrella.

Xilun seemed to be deep in thought. In his previous life, he had watched an anime called Anth, in which there was a scene where the tip of an umbrella was used to pierce a throat, thus committing murder.

Now, the umbrella tip, disguised as a gun tip, truly complements the design perfectly, with a neat and precise fit.

Crack!

The fasteners fit together perfectly. Xilun reached out and touched the joint, finding that it was not only perfectly sealed but also incredibly tight, making it extremely difficult to detach.

After that, the blacksmith took the top tip of the umbrella pole that had just been removed.

Xilun then noticed that the protruding tip of the umbrella, which was originally intended for decoration, had been designed to be unusually large.

She pressed a spring clip on the side, pulled hard, and the outer shell fell off, revealing a black alloy gun head that emitted a chilling light!

She aimed the gun tip at the top of the assembled metal rod and shoved it in forcefully.

Perfectly fitted.

In the blink of an eye, the objects hidden in the shaft of a black umbrella that was originally used to shield from the wind and rain were pieced together and transformed into a heavy spear that was two and a half meters long.

Delicate and serene, yet resilient and profound!

Xilun took a deep breath and reached out to take the spear.

It feels quite heavy in the hand, and the cold metallic texture instantly reaches the palm.

He held the gun in one hand, exerted force with his wrist, and the tip of the gun drew a sharp arc in the air, emitting a piercing whistling sound.

Although heavy, it is easy to use and as responsive as an extension of one's own arm.

With a thought, Xilun channeled the power of the "Great Sea Whale Guiding Technique" into the gun barrel through his palm.

No hindrance whatsoever!

The energy flowed very smoothly, proving that the conductivity of the top-grade alloy was indeed well-deserved.

He gripped both ends of the gun barrel with both hands and bent it downwards with a sudden force.

The gun barrel exhibited excellent resilience, being both stiff and flexible. After bending to an astonishing arc, it instantly straightened as the force was released, unleashing a terrifying rebound force.

A glint of light flashed in Xilun's eyes; he was quite satisfied with the weapon.

"It's simply a work of art." He didn't hold back his praise.

The blacksmith girl wiped the sweat from her face and pointed to the gun barrel, saying:

"From now on, you can carry this umbrella with you at all times. If you encounter any sudden danger, you won't need to assemble it slowly like you did before."

She took the spear, skillfully disassembled it, and stuffed it back into the umbrella shaft.

"Press here." She pointed to a mechanism on the umbrella handle that was originally used to open the umbrella and said, "I added a hidden opening above this mechanism."

When you pull it down hard, the internal spring will exert a tremendous force, pushing the gun barrel hidden inside out.

"The buckle will automatically engage the moment it is pushed out."

After naturally prying themselves together, the spearhead and shaft were firmly locked together.

Xilun was alarmed and immediately tried it.

He held the umbrella in his hand, his thumb finding the hidden little button, took a deep breath, and pressed it down sharply.

boom!

Accompanied by a dull ejection sound.

Immediately, the hook at the bottom of the umbrella pole bent and fell off.

Immediately afterwards, the metal barrel, with its sharp tip, shot out violently from the umbrella tube like a viper spitting its tongue!

The part where Siren grips the umbrella handle is the same part of the gun body designed for gripping, and it's padded with a layer of non-slip, sweat-absorbing leather.

Snap! Snap!

Two crisp, snapping sounds rang out in the air.

In less than a second, a 2.4-meter-long spear was formed and firmly grasped by Xilun.

Xilun looked at the gleaming spear tip in his hand and nodded slightly.

"Great design. This way, we won't have to flaunt our weapons in public anymore."

On the streets of Victorian times, carrying a two-meter-long cold weapon around would inevitably attract the attention of the sheriff.

A black umbrella is the perfect disguise for gentlemen.

He held the weapon in his hand, feeling a deep sense of security, and was very satisfied.

Then, he took out the Royal Bank check from his pocket and readily paid the balance.