Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

2 PM, training room.

Sunlight streamed through the tall floor-to-ceiling windows and onto the wooden floor.

Ryan was still wearing that impeccably tailored striped suit, holding that chilling rattan cane in his hand, standing in the center of the field.

"Have you memorized all the moves from this morning?"

Renn's cold gaze swept over the crowd. "Fighting is something you learn by fighting, not by training."

He clapped his hands, the sound echoing in the empty room.

"Now we'll start sparring in pairs. No hitting vital points, no eye gouging, no chokeholds, everything else is up to you."

The trainees immediately stirred; some were excited, while others hesitated.

"Modi".

Renn pointed to a dark-skinned, lean boy and said, "You step forward."

Modi immediately stepped forward. He was barefoot, with clearly defined calf muscles and a lively gaze.

"Siren, step forward."

Ryan pointed to Siren in the corner, "You two have a match. The loser has to clean the toilets for the rest of the week."

The crowd dispersed automatically, leaving an open space.

Modi grinned at Siren as he approached, revealing a set of white teeth. He ran his hand through his tousled hair, assuming a standard boxing starting stance.

"The Iron Wall Breathing Method emphasizes gradual progress, building up your skin and muscles. You've only been practicing for a few days, so your skin and muscles are probably still soft. Don't worry, I'll hold back and won't hurt you."

Xilun stood opposite him, feet apart, shoulders relaxed and elbows dropped, adopting the stance he had just learned that morning.

Although his movements were still a bit clumsy, he stood there like a silent reef.

"Are you very capable?" Xilun asked calmly.

"I ranked sixteenth in the last sparring session, but I've practiced breathing techniques for at least two months, so I'm better than you," Modi said confidently, raising an eyebrow.

Xilun thought for a moment and realized there were about seventeen people in total.

"it is good."

Xilun nodded, his dark eyes remaining completely calm. "Then attack with all your might."

Before he finished speaking, Modi moved.

He was incredibly fast, like a nimble black cat, closing the distance in an instant.

With a feint, he aimed a punch at Xilun's face with his left hand, while his right leg, like a venomous snake, silently kicked towards Xilun's ribs.

This is a standard police combat technique starting move, combining feints and real attacks.

Siron's pupils constricted slightly.

In his view, Modi's movements, though swift, were not without precedent.

However, while the brain can process what the body is doing, the body can't keep up.

This is the consequence of a lack of practical experience.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Modi's whip kick landed squarely on Siron's left rib.

The onlookers gasped, and many instinctively shrank back.

If that kick had landed properly, an ordinary person would have broken at least two ribs and would be writhing in pain on the ground.

Modi revealed a triumphant smile, preparing to withdraw his leg and change tactics.

However, the next second, his smile froze on his face.

The texture doesn't feel right.

His instep felt like it had struck a tough layer of old cowhide, or like it had hit an iron plate wrapped in cotton.

The recoil traveled up his ankle, making his bones ache.

Meanwhile, the opposing team, Xilun, didn't even flinch.

Xilun glanced down at his ribs with a blank expression.

The instant he was hit, the flow of energy within his body automatically surged toward the point of impact, and the fine "black scale texture" beneath his skin instantly tightened.

No pain.

There was only a slight, faint numbness, like being poked with a finger.

Is this the defensive power brought by the mutated Gara Xuan Snake's talent?

"You..." Modi's eyes widened, and his movements froze for a moment.

opportunity.

Without any hesitation, and without even rubbing his wound, Xiren took a step forward while Modi was stunned, clenched his right fist, and slammed it into Modi's abdomen like a cannonball.

This punch was devoid of any fancy moves, consisting only of pure power.

The force of the burst from the skin and flesh, combined with the internal energy, created a low, rumbling sound in the air.

Modi was shocked and only had time to cross his arms to protect his chest.

"Thump!"

A muffled thud that sent chills down your spine.

Modi was struck as if by a running wild boar; his feet left the ground, and he flew backward more than a meter before crashing heavily onto the wooden floor.

"Cough...cough cough..."

Modi curled up like a shrimp, his face flushed, and he dry heaved in pain.

Although Xilun held back a bit and didn't break his bones, the excruciating pain from the shock to his internal organs made it impossible for him to get up for a while.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene.

The entire exchange lasted only two or three seconds.

"That's interesting."

Raine raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement appearing on his previously indifferent face.

He walked over to Modi, glanced down at him, and confirmed that he had just pulled a muscle and was not seriously injured. He then waved for the two men to help Modi to the side to rest.

Renn turned around, his gaze sharp as a knife as he looked Xiren up and down.

"His resilience is impressive. That kick just now would have put an ordinary person down long ago."

Ryan stroked the stubble on his chin, pondered for a moment, and then suddenly turned to look at the tallest and strongest figure in the crowd.

"Kemi, come out here."

The crowd parted, and a young man who was nearly 1.9 meters tall and as strong as a black tower stepped out.

Kemi.

The strongest among the trainees this time, although he doesn't have Robert's talent, is naturally strong and has thick skin.

"Kemi, you spar with Siron," Renn said casually.

Kemi cracked his neck, making a series of snapping sounds. He looked at Siren, who was a head shorter than him, and said in a deep voice, "Sirius, watch out. I'm ranked eighth this time, I've been practicing breathing techniques for two months, and..."

He paused, then clenched his large, fan-like hands. "I was born with great strength."

Xilun took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing rhythm, and the heat flow in his body accelerated again.

"Come." He only said one word.

This time, there were no tests.

The two were like two raging bulls, colliding head-on.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The dull thuds of fists colliding rang out frequently.

With his height and long arms, Kemi threw punch after punch, each one powerful and heavy.

Xilun was not yet proficient in combat techniques and could only rely on instinctive reactions and strong defense to withstand the attacks.

Xiren dodged a swing punch to the side, but his shoulder was hit by Kemi's elbow.

The skin beneath the clothes instantly revealed a black, net-like texture, dispersing and neutralizing the immense impact.

Xilun grunted, his feet planted firmly on the ground, and instead of retreating, he advanced.

He suddenly rammed into Kemi's arms, his shoulder pressing against Kemi's chest like an iron hammer—the Iron Mountain Lean!

Kemi's massive body swayed violently, taking half a step back.

Before he could even regain his footing, Xilun's fists rained down on his abdomen and ribs.

Although Xiren's moves were rough, his ruthless style of play, which disregarded defense and traded injuries for injuries, put Kemi under tremendous pressure.

What surprised Kemi the most was that when his fist hit Xiren, it was like hitting a tough old cowhide, with most of the force being dissipated.

But the punches that Xilun landed on him were as heavy as iron hammers, each blow making his bones tremble.

"drink!"

Kemi roared and suddenly clasped his arms together, trying to wrap them around Xilun's waist.

Xilun, however, was like a slippery eel. With a strange twist of his body, he slipped under Kemi's armpit and kicked Kemi in the back of the knee with a backhand.

Kemi's vision went black, and his massive body staggered forward a few steps, almost falling to the ground.

He leaned against the wall, panting heavily, his face filled with disbelief.

"stop!"

Renn's voice rang out at just the right moment.

Xilun immediately stopped, took two steps back, his chest heaving violently.

Although he was protected by the "black scale pattern", the continuous high-intensity combat also consumed a lot of his physical strength.