Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

On the way back, Xilun never stopped using his "charge enrichment" talent.

He felt his palms becoming increasingly tingly, as if a tiny, tangible force was gathering and taking shape beneath his skin.

He glanced thoughtfully at the dimly lit street, and suddenly his gaze fell on a dirty manhole cover.

There, a large rat covered in mud was crawling out of the crack, seemingly sensing Xilun's footsteps, and was about to flee in terror to the dark corner.

Xilun stopped and picked up a piece of gravel with remarkable precision with his toe.

Snapped!

The pebbles flew out like bullets, hitting the rat squarely on the forehead.

The mouse suddenly froze while running, tumbling into a filthy puddle. After a few struggles, it managed to get up but couldn't move.

Xilun walked over, bent down, and picked up the wet mouse in his hand.

He pinched the furry head hard with his fingers.

The rat quickly woke up and sensed the terrifying aura of a top predator emanating from Xilun. It let out a terrified squeak and kicked its limbs wildly in mid-air.

"Squeak!?"

Xilun stared at his prey with a blank expression, seemingly lost in thought.

The next second, he slightly tightened his grip.

It's sizzling!

The charge that had been accumulating for half an hour suddenly exploded.

A blinding silver arc of electricity flickered in Xilun's palm, carrying a faint smell of burning, and surged wildly into the rat's body along the contact surface.

Under Xilun's guidance, the rat's ferocious little face instantly became stiff.

Its flailing body began to convulse violently, and even its cries were stuck in its throat.

Two seconds later.

The mouse's terrified little eyes completely lost their luster.

It slowly closed its eyes, its body stopped convulsing, its limbs hung limply, and it temporarily lost consciousness.

Xilun withdrew the electric arc and looked thoughtfully at his palm.

"In the half hour I walked back, the amount of charge I accumulated would probably take about two seconds to completely stun this ordinary mouse."

"I wonder what the storage limit of this talent is, exactly how much charge it can collect?"

Xilun stood on the dark street corner, beginning to seriously consider the application scenarios of this talent in actual combat.

If you can fully charge your weapon and then conduct the charge through the spear at a crucial moment, you can definitely catch your opponent off guard.

He casually placed the mouse in a dry corner of the wall.

The mouse remained motionless, its chest rising and falling only very slightly, clearly having fallen into a deep coma.

Xilun opened his black umbrella and walked quickly back to the Golden Rooster Hotel.

Back in room 106, he carefully put away the umbrella, took off his blood-stained clothes, wiped his body briefly, and then lay down on the slightly damp wooden bed, falling into a deep sleep.

……

call--

I slept very soundly.

When Xilun opened his eyes again, it was already noon the next day.

He sat up in bed, stretched vigorously, and his bones crackled like popping beans.

Feeling refreshed and full of energy.

The fatigue from last night's underwater battle has been completely wiped away by the powerful recovery.

Xilun immediately got out of bed and began his daily morning exercise routine in the cramped room.

He activated the "Great Sea Whale Guiding Technique," unleashing a powerful and sweeping set of punches.

After finishing his morning exercise, he stopped, clenched his right hand, and closed his eyes thoughtfully.

He slept for a full ten hours. And during his sleep, his talent for "charge enrichment" continued to operate slowly and steadily.

Xilun carefully felt the full, tingling sensation under his skin.

"If we take the amount of electrical charge that stunned the mouse in those two seconds last night as a standard unit..."

Silen silently estimated in his mind, "Right now, my muscle fibers are storing about twenty units of charge."

This is already a considerable amount of energy.

Xilun was eager to test the power of the simultaneous burst of these twenty units of charge.

He changed into clean casual clothes, opened the door, and strolled around the streets near the hotel.

As he walked, he came to the manhole cover from the previous night.

Xilun noticed with his sharp eyes that the rat he had stunned with electricity last night had actually woken up.

It was crouching in the corner, crawling very slowly, trying to get back to the safe sewer.

However, its limbs were clearly still in a state of severe soreness and numbness, and it couldn't exert any strength at all, making its crawling posture extremely comical.

I reckon this little thing hasn't been awake for very long.

Xilun couldn't help but laugh at the sight.

He strode over and, without any hesitation, grabbed the unfortunate rat by the scruff of its neck again.

The mouse squeaked in despair, as if recognizing the demon that had tormented it the night before.

Xilun showed no mercy. He controlled the electrical charge within his body and precisely transferred another unit of charge to him.

Noisy!

The silver arc of electricity flashed and disappeared in an instant.

The mouse was completely stunned.

It didn't even twitch; with a soft thud, it kicked straight up with its two hind legs, rolled its little eyes, and promptly passed out again.

Xilun carefully observed the rat's condition and had an epiphany.

"The same unit of charge took two seconds last night, but this time it only took about one second to knock it out."

"It seems that the electric shock it suffered last night has not yet healed, and the nerves inside its body are still in a state of soreness and numbness, which has led to a significant decrease in its resistance and weakened its ability to fight off."

This discovery gave Siron a deeper understanding of the practical value of "charge enrichment".

If you can continuously apply weak electric shocks to your opponent during combat, you can gradually slow down their nerve reaction speed.

Xilun casually tossed the completely numb rat into the sewer and dusted off his hands.

He strolled casually through the streets of the downtown area, his hands in the pockets of his trench coat.

Sunlight shone through the clouds and onto the dilapidated red brick buildings.

The cries of street vendors and the roar of steam engines mingled together, creating a vibrant and bustling atmosphere.

Xilun wandered aimlessly, unsure of what to do next.

These past few days have been a rare treat for peace and quiet.

But that's where it ends...

"Next, we'll focus all our efforts on preparing for the junior knight combat tournament."

……

Xilun strolled slowly along the cobblestone path by the Greywater River. A deep sleep overnight had left him with an unprecedentedly clear mind.

He cast his deep gaze into the distance, where a patch of daisies, a rare sight in the slums, was stubbornly blooming with a faint vitality in the rising sun.

Behind the daisies, the magnificent domed buildings of the Upper City appeared and disappeared in the mist, like colossal creatures lurking in the clouds, coldly overlooking the masses below.

Xilun calmed himself down, casually putting his hands in the pockets of his black trench coat, feeling the morning breeze as he pondered his future path.

As he continued to improve his skills on the extraordinary path, an extremely real and cruel problem weighed heavily on his mind like a boulder—the acquisition of resources would become increasingly difficult.

At his current level as a first-order baptized individual, the "Great Sea Whale Guiding Technique" he cultivates is a technique that has relatively low resource requirements and relies more on squeezing the body's potential in extreme environments.

In addition, the opportunity to train in the ice pool that Teacher Lund found for him, and the expensive private training room in the Iron Cross Fighting Club, combined with these two factors, made his path of cultivation seem less arduous.

However, Xilun was extremely clear-headed; he could not guarantee that he would always have access to similar advanced breathing techniques and cultivation environments.

Ultimately, given the current circumstances and available choices, we can only use what we have.

In this cruel world composed of extraordinary individuals, resources are the absolute barrier that determines life and death and the limits of one's potential.

Therefore, he must make a name for himself by any means necessary at the junior knight fighting tournament four months later.

Only by demonstrating sufficient value can he have the opportunity to join a powerful family faction, which could be a well-established noble family or a conglomerate with a vast financial flow.

After all, while forces like the Iron Cross Fighting Club are renowned in the lower city, their resources for cultivating second-tier extraordinary individuals are extremely limited.

Let alone the second tier, even among the first tier extraordinary individuals, very few can successfully complete the baptism and stabilize their realm.

Of course, as his mentor, Lord Lund will certainly do his utmost to nurture him.

But Siren also knew that Lord Lund himself was relatively young and at a crucial stage in his pursuit of higher realms, and was not particularly wealthy compared to those established nobles.

Furthermore, there is currently nothing that can substantially help Lord Lund. He desperately wants to grow up quickly so that one day he can repay the mentor who has given him protection and guidance.

Siren's thoughts continued to race. In fact, he realized that he might be able to obtain a considerable amount of resources from a powerful criminal organization like the Brotherhood.

In addition to his regular weekly wage of four pounds, he can now exchange internal points for valuable cultivation resources if he works for a full year or makes outstanding contributions during dangerous missions.

Moreover, if he can successfully advance to the second-tier "Ripper" in the future.

Then he will most likely be directly promoted by Lord Yuri and transferred to a lucrative department as its head, in charge of a vast region. At that time, the resources he can mobilize will increase exponentially.

Xilun took a deep breath of the humid air and slowly calmed himself down.

Speaking of which, after hunting the silver-horned electric python last night, Lord Yuri specifically instructed him to come to his office after he had rested.

Furthermore, Lord Losas was seriously injured last night while covering for him, so it was only right and proper that he should go and check on him first.

As he passed a bakery on the street corner, Xilun smelled the aroma of freshly baked rye bread.

He patted his empty stomach, walked straight over and bought eight fist-sized rye breads, plus three large pieces of sizzling, oily smoked meat.

He stood on the street, stuffing the food into his mouth like a whirlwind, his powerful chewing muscles easily crushing and swallowing the rough bread and tough meat.

After finishing his meal, Xilun took out a rough linen cloth and wiped the grease from the corners of his mouth, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"My appetite seems to have doubled since before..."

He pondered to himself, feeling his stomach frantically digesting the food like a furnace, transforming it into pure heat that was then delivered to his limbs and bones.

He didn't know if this extremely exaggerated appetite was due to the influence of the newly formed "charge enrichment" talent within him.

After all, storing and releasing electrical charges inevitably requires consuming a massive amount of bodily energy.

When he arrived at the ocean pier, it was nearly noon, and the dazzling sunlight pierced through the clouds, shining on the shimmering surface of the greywater river.

Xilun went straight to the dockside medical clinic area, asked a nurse for the exact location, and then arrived at a private ward that smelled strongly of disinfectant.

dong dong dong.

He knocked on the door politely.

"Who is it?" came Losas's slightly hoarse and weak voice from inside.

"Lord Lothas, it is I, Siron. I have come to see how you are doing."

Xilun spoke calmly.

Upon hearing Siren's voice, Lothar inside the door visibly relaxed his tone:

"Come in."

Xilun pushed the door open and entered, then closed it behind him.

Walking to the bedside, I placed a large basket of fresh fruit, which I had bought on the way, on the bedside table and said softly:

"Eating more fruit is good for wound healing."

Immediately, Xilun's sharp gaze swept over Losas's body.

Lothar's waist was wrapped in thick bandages, with blood seeping out—a penetrating wound inflicted by the silver-horned electric python's bite. His chest was also covered in splints and gauze, clearly indicating that several of his ribs had been broken by the beast's ferocious force the previous night.

Xilun's eyes narrowed slightly, his tone carrying a hint of respect:

"If Lord Lothar hadn't risked his life to shield me last night, I'd probably be lying here now, or even worse injured."

Lothar leaned against the pillows, a forced, calm, bitter smile appearing on his pale face:

"There's not much to say, everyone's just trying to survive."

That beast is incredibly strong, already possessing the strength of the ultimate realm. If we were to continue fighting underwater, I even doubt that Lord Yuri would be able to defeat it.

After all, the boundless ocean, with its surging waves, is a natural disaster.

Ultimately, it's not something that can be easily overcome by human effort!

Last night, the three of us worked together. If it had dragged us into the deep water or attacked us separately, we would probably all have died from its terrifying fangs and electric arcs.

At this point, Lothar looked deeply at Xiren, his eyes filled with undisguised shock and emotion:

"Your strength... has actually reached such a level."

Last night underwater, you braved that beast's lightning strikes, tearing its scales apart with your bare hands. I'll never forget that ferocious display of yours.

He laboriously raised one hand and beckoned, "Come closer, let me take a look."

Xilun pulled up a chair as instructed and sat down in front of the hospital bed.

Lothas placed his rough, large hand on Siron's shoulder.

In an instant, Lothar's fingers felt the steel-hard muscle fibers beneath Siron's clothes, and the terrifying, unfathomable power surging like a river beneath his skin.

Lothar's fingers trembled violently, and he recoiled as if electrocuted. His eyes widened in astonishment.

"Your mastery of the extraordinary path and the strength of your vital energy have completely surpassed mine."

Lothar closed his eyes, exhaled a long breath, and was filled with emotion:

"I heard from that old fellow Wal that you are exceptionally talented and may be the first to advance to the second-tier extraordinary level, even before the seven district governors at the docks."

At the time, I didn't believe it, thinking that you had only been baptized for a short time.

Now it seems that this is probably a foregone conclusion.