Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Aigu paused for a moment, then quickly explained:

"Teacher, after all, their strengths are very similar, both on the verge of the first level."

In such situations, the on-the-spot psychological state and emotions often determine the final outcome for both players.

"Even if Junior Brother Xilun is slightly better in terms of raw strength, it is not impossible for him to make a mistake and lose under such high pressure of life and death."

After all, he had only been baptized for a short time and had not experienced true adversity.

After listening, Lund slowly shook his head, a deep, unfathomable smile playing on his lips.

"Aigu, your analysis is very insightful, but what you see is different from what I see."

Lund's deep, magnetic voice echoed in the empty basement:

"In your eyes, Sislow is a fugitive criminal driven to the brink of death, fighting to escape; while Siron is merely a poor monk fighting to complete his teacher's training mission."

Aigu was even more confused, and asked with a furrowed brow:

"If that's the case, then Junior Brother Xilun's chances of winning are probably even lower, right?"

Sislow, in a desperate fight for his life, will inevitably unleash his most primal ferocity and fight with reckless abandon.

"But Junior Brother Xilun did not have this kind of mentality of having to risk his life."

When faced with a mad dog-like enemy, even a normal person would feel fear and want to retreat.

Once you retreat, your momentum weakens.

"You're wrong, Aigu."

Lund's voice suddenly turned serious. He turned to look at his bright disciple and said, word by word:

"Not everyone can unleash extraordinary power in dire circumstances. That's something out of fairy tales."

Lund held up one finger, pointing at Sislow, who was already covered in blood on the field:

"Look at Sislow. He was once one of the best among the first-tier extraordinary beings, but he willingly fell into depravity and became a pirate who bullied the weak at sea."

He had long since lost the ambition to strive for higher positions.

"Now, although he is driven to ferocity by his survival instinct, he is nothing more than a beast that has lost its reason and is dominated by fear."

His swordsmanship was in disarray, and his vital energy had dissipated.

Lund withdrew his finger, his gaze returning to Xiren's indifferent face, a hint of fervent admiration flashing in his eyes.

"Only a true warrior can maintain control of his emotions even in the face of rage and despair."

They can transform fear into calmness and compress anger into power, thereby unleashing destructive power beyond their own level.

Such people are an extremely rare exception in the world of the extraordinary.

Lund took a deep breath, his tone filled with an undisguised pride:

"And Siren is that kind of person."

……

In the dim light of the basement, Lund's voice was low, but every word clearly reached Aigu's ears.

"During the time I spent with him, I was observing him."

Lund's gaze followed Celen's fluid and skillful marksmanship as he continued to explain to Aigu, "I can tell that Celen is a very 'twisted' person at heart."

Aigu frowned, adjusted his glasses, and asked in confusion:

"Nervous? Teacher, what does that mean?"

I've observed that Junior Brother Xilun is usually very well-mannered and extremely diligent in his cultivation; there's nothing unusual about him.

Lund chuckled softly, a laugh that seemed to carry a hint of insight into human nature.

"What you see is just the outer shell he's wearing," Lund explained slowly. "Siren may have had unimaginable tragic experiences in his childhood. Those experiences are deeply ingrained in his bones."

"He seemed extremely self-conscious, feeling that his life was worthless; but at the same time, he was also self-important and unwilling to rot in the mud forever."

His parents had both passed away early, and he was left to work odd jobs at the dirtiest docks in the downtown area to make a living.

Lund recalled the background information he had investigated about Xiren, and his tone became somewhat somber:

"In his spare time, he would chat with the lowly laborers in the dilapidated dormitory or cheap tavern to pass the time, and he seemed to be one of them."

But deep down, he was always lonely.

He longed for someone to truly understand him and see through his facade. But…

Lund shook his head. "But if such a person really appeared, he would probably huddle together like a frightened hedgehog, raising all his quills to avoid and resist."

"This led to his very strange way of communicating, as well as an extremely rare psychological state."

Lund spoke very calmly, as if he had a clear understanding of Xiren's inner world.

He continued:

"Because of this long-term self-repression and distrust of the outside world, Xilun became very withdrawn, calm, even... deathly calm. Have you noticed?"

Aigu thought for a moment, then nodded in sudden realization.

"He always speaks calmly, and he acts calmly no matter what happens."

His emotions were like a stagnant pool that would never ripple; they were utterly calm.

Lund's eyes gleamed: "I noticed that when I was training his marksmanship."

This almost pathological calmness might make him seem aloof in daily life, but in battle, it's an extremely terrifying talent!

"This calmness allows him to remain unaffected by fear and anger most of the time, no matter what dire situations or pressures he faces."

He can always maintain absolute rationality and fully exert 100% of his strength.

He was extremely focused, and perhaps this was the fundamental reason why his skills improved so rapidly, far surpassing those of ordinary people.

At this point, Lund suddenly changed the subject, his tone becoming somewhat expectant.

"Of course, forcibly suppressed emotions are like a volcano about to erupt; they will naturally have a crater."

I think that perhaps one day in the future, when someone or something truly touches the deepest part of his heart…

"He could instantly transform from this deathly stillness into a burning, fervent passion!"

At this point, Lund couldn't help but burst into laughter, the sound echoing in the basement and causing dust to fall from above.

"I'm really looking forward to that day!"

Lund made no secret of his ambition: "As his teacher, I do not expect to reap his sincere passion."

After all, our relationship is more about mutually beneficial investments and returns.

Perhaps in the future, when I am old and my vitality is waning, I will still need him to stand up for me.

"But I really long to see the day he completely explodes."

That would be an absolutely perfect work of art.

After laughing, Lund steered the conversation back on track, his gaze fixed on the battlefield, his tone becoming cold and professional.

"Back to the current battle."

Xilun's calmness allowed him to maintain perfect control of his own condition during battle, just like a precise instrument.

He was fully aware of everything, from the expenditure of energy and the limits of his physical endurance to the allocation of his stamina.

"Moreover, don't forget, he has an extremely amazing talent for hearing."

In that absolute stillness, he could filter out all distractions and perfectly control the flow of the other person's blood and energy, muscle contractions, and even the rhythm of their breathing.

"In this way, as the battle progresses, Sislow, who has been unable to break through for a long time, will inevitably feel panicked and anxious."

Westren, on the other hand, will grow stronger and more stable with each match, like a frog being slowly boiled in water!

The moment Lund finished speaking, the situation on the battlefield indeed changed drastically.

Faced with this, Sislow, who had been unable to break through for a long time, finally lost all patience.

"Die!!"

Sislow roared, his eyes turning bloodshot.

The remaining blood and qi in his body surged wildly, and the thick crimson color instantly covered the entire black blade.

He seized upon a tiny opening where Xilun's spear hadn't yet regained its full power after its sweeping attack, and leaped up like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey. With a sharp, piercing sound, he slashed straight at Xilun's neck.

He was confident that the flaw he had seized was extremely fatal, and that this strike would surely be effective!

however.

Snapped!

A slight, crisp sound.

Faced with this fatal blow, Xilun's cold face remained expressionless.

He seemed completely unaffected by inertia, his feet shifting strangely on the ground, and he staggered backward two steps in a posture that defied the laws of physics.

These two steps, no more and no less, perfectly avoided the sharpest cutting range of the blade.

Immediately afterwards, Xiren gripped the gun barrel with both hands and pulled it upwards sharply.

clang!

The heavy alloy gun barrel blocked the powerful blow with perfect precision.

Sislow felt as if he had struck an unshakeable mountain of steel with a knife, the impact causing his hands to split open and blood to flow freely.

Before he could react, a cold, murderous glint flashed in Xilun's eyes.

"Sweep away the water flow!"

Xilun suddenly exerted force in his waist, and the muscles in his arms bulged.

The blocked spear traced a semi-circle in mid-air, whistling sharply, like a thick steel whip, and slammed fiercely towards Sislow's ribs.

This strike was as powerful as a thunderbolt!

Sislow was shocked and desperately tried to block the attack by holding the black knife vertically to his side.

boom!

The gun slammed into the back of the knife, producing a deafening bang that sent chills down your spine.

Even though Sislow managed to parry in time, the terrifying force contained in the spear still passed through the blade and was transmitted into his body without reservation.

"puff!"

Sislow coughed up a mouthful of blood, feeling as if his internal organs had shifted, and his limbs instantly became weak and powerless. An unprecedented feeling of weakness and discomfort surged into his heart.

However, Siren's offensive had only just begun.

His marksmanship was truly impressive, unstoppable and powerful.

One shot after another rained down like a storm, giving Sislow no chance to catch his breath.

Smash! Sweep! Grind! Crush!

boom!

Another dull, heavy thud.

Siren's spear tip struck precisely on the back of Sislow's swung blade, like a viper's tongue flicking out.

A violent air current storm erupted at the center of the clash between the two weapons, and the powerful shockwave pushed them both backward.

Xilun took only two steps back before his feet seemed to be rooted to the ground.

His expression was calm, and even his breathing was perfectly steady.

He even leisurely moved his shoulders and neck, adjusting the flow of qi and blood in his body.

In contrast, Sislow...

He was thrown back by the shockwave and crashed heavily into the steel cage behind him, letting out a miserable groan.

He slid down the railing, knelt on one knee, and remained motionless for a long time.

He stared intently at Xilen, panting heavily, his chest heaving violently.

His once arrogant face was now covered in cold sweat and blood, his complexion ashen, and a deep despair finally surfaced in his eyes.

Aigu watched this scene from behind, his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses widening slightly, deeply moved.

Although he had long ago guessed, based on data analysis, that his junior brother Xilun had a better chance of winning.

But he never imagined that this life-or-death battle, which should have been evenly matched, would turn into such a one-sided and crushing defeat!

Only twenty-odd moves!

In just over twenty moves, the once-renowned and fiercely powerful veteran, Sislow, was driven to the brink of despair by Xilun.

This is absolutely outrageous!

Aigu nodded slightly, no longer having any doubt about Lund's assessment.

"As expected... an extremely outstanding, even terrifying, combat talent."

Aigu was secretly amazed.

He looked down at his hands. Although he was an expert at the highest level, he was still confident that he could not be surpassed by Xilun, who had only been baptized a few months ago.

But seeing Xilun's ruthless and efficient killing machine-like demeanor, he couldn't help but be secretly surprised.

"At this inhuman rate of progress, I'm afraid it will take another two or three years..."

No, perhaps even in just one year, I myself might not be able to defeat my junior brother Xilun.

In the arena, Xiren held his spear upside down and walked slowly and deliberately toward Xislow.

The gun tip dragged across the cold ground, leaving a trail of blinding sparks and emitting a chilling hissing sound.

Looking down at Sislow kneeling on the ground, a faint hint of mockery appeared on his usually expressionless face.

His thin lips parted slightly, his voice as calm as if he were discussing tonight's late-night snack:

"Why aren't you smiling anymore?"

These words were like a sharp knife, piercing Sislow's last remaining pride.

Sislow abruptly raised his head, his eyes turning bloodshot with extreme anger and humiliation.

He clenched his teeth so tightly that blood seeped from his gums, forcing a ferocious smile that looked even uglier than a grimace onto his face.

"Kid...you think...you really have me cornered?!"

Sislow's voice sounded like a demon crawling out of the deepest hell: "What a joke... I've practiced swordsmanship for half my life, and my experience crawling out of piles of corpses is something your fancy footwork can't compare to!"

boom!

Before he could finish speaking, Sislow suddenly jerked up.

He completely abandoned all defenses, and poured out the last bit of strength he had left in his body without reservation, even as if he were overdrawing his life force!

His bones cracked and popped, and his previously shriveled muscles suddenly swelled up.

He seemed to transform into a raging, blood-red whirlwind, charging madly towards Xilun with a desperate, suicidal momentum!

After getting within three meters of Silen, Silen's body twisted in an extremely contorted and ergonomically unnatural way as he swung a fatal blow!

The angle of this slash was extremely dangerous and bizarre, almost slashing upwards from Xilun's blind spot, aiming directly at Xilun's heart.

Aigu, who was watching the battle from a distance, felt his heart skip a beat when he saw this strike, and almost instinctively felt a chill for Xilun.

"What a perilous struggle, like a cornered beast!"

However, faced with this deadly blow, Xilun's reaction was shockingly fast.

His "far-sounding" talent always allows him to maintain absolute control over everything within a three-meter radius.