Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Xilun immediately began simulating the route; however, it was extremely difficult to expel the frenzied charge from his body and maintain its circulation. Soon, he suffered another failure, his skin charred black from the electric shock.

He was lost in thought.

"Right, am I creating a breathing technique?"

It's not the internal circulation breathing method of traditional breathing techniques, but rather an unprecedented external circulation breathing method.

Leaving aside whether a first-order baptized person like himself has the ability to establish a sect, even if he does, how could he create one so quickly in just three days?

Xiren fell into deep thought again. He began to aimlessly trace the lines of his skin, without any clear ideas, but he felt that it was always good to understand his body better.

Xilun closed his eyes and pondered deeply, letting a wisp of electrical charge naturally circulate on the surface of his skin.

Just then, something miraculous happened.

Soon, a batch of electric charge flowed along some hidden lines on his skin in a wondrous way without any hindrance.

Xilun suddenly opened his eyes, slightly startled.

He looked down and felt his own body, discovering that a faint texture had appeared on his body at some point.

He followed this feeling to explore the source of the texture and soon realized what it was.

This is a peculiar dragon pattern.

Looking at the faint marks on his skin, Xilun muttered to himself, "This is... a coiled dragon!"

This is an extremely powerful passive talent that he developed after merging the "snake-type alien talent" and the "pig-type alien talent" within his body by slaying alien species.

This talent allows his muscle fibers to move under his skin like writhing dragons.

These dragon-like patterns are actually a perfect energy channel that allows electrical charges to flow smoothly within them!

At this moment, the dragon patterns on Xilun's body fully revealed a faint blue arc of electricity.

The electrical charge slowly dissipates within the dragon pattern, while a faint tempering effect begins to appear on its exterior.

Xilun felt a tingling sensation all over his body, followed by an extremely comfortable warmth.

He didn't know what this feeling was like, but he discovered that his electrical charge, following the dragon pattern, actually created a perfect external circulation!

This external circulation works like breathing, automatically absorbing the weak free charges in the air and then refining the skin and muscles.

A look of wild joy flashed in Xilun's eyes as he reactivated the gravity chamber's array and began to explore this external circulation in greater depth.

He found that, as expected, although the two energies in the internal circulation would clash, it was much better after moving the charge to the external circulation, and it did not cause any internal turmoil.

Moreover, the establishment of this external circulation system has two huge benefits for him.

First, as long as he maintains the external circulation, he can continuously absorb free charges, constantly tempering his body and improving his physical strength.

The second, and most crucial, point is...

In the instant of battle, he can manipulate the massive electrical charge circulating externally, which immediately surges into his body through acupoints, forming a dual internal circulation with his vital energy, instantly triggering a violent clash!

Xilun pondered: "Although this kind of instantaneous confrontation will put an extreme strain on the body, and may even cause internal injuries, it is difficult to bear."

But in that instant, it could absolutely generate immense power, allowing me to unleash terrifying strength beyond my limits!

This is his strongest trump card against Rose!

After an unknown amount of time, Xilun finally stopped cultivating and came out of the gravity chamber.

He exhaled a puff of warm white mist, glanced at the clock on the wall, and realized that it was already dark outside.

It took me two whole hours to figure out the internal and external circulation, and then another four hours to train under gravity, during which I mostly practiced shooting to get used to this explosive power.

Time truly flows like water.

However, Xilun discovered that this discovery was extremely beneficial to him.

His physique, tempered by the external circulation of electrical charges, began to slowly become stronger.

It seems to be the effect of being tempered by lightning; the results are so exaggerated after only a few hours of training.

He looked down and discovered that a viscous, dark-colored substance with a fishy odor was being expelled from the pores of his entire body.

Xilun frowned; clearly, the impurities in his body were being forcibly expelled by the electrical charge.

He walked quickly to the dojo's designated bathing area, took a long, hot shower, and thoroughly washed away the grime from his body.

After changing into a clean set of black casual clothes, Xilun walked to the end of the corridor and leaned against the large window.

The rain outside the window has stopped, and a cool breeze is blowing, dispelling the stuffiness in the air.

The moon was round in the night sky, and its cool light shone on the steel buildings in the downtown area.

He seemed lost in thought, recalling his previous battle with Marshall at the Vanguard Cup.

The reason he was able to win was not because he was actually stronger than Marshall, but because he took advantage of Marshall's underestimation of him and the special rules at the edge of the ring, using a clever method to knock him off the ring.

"Will there be another opportunity for such opportunistic tactics when facing Rose this time?"

Xilun shook his head thoughtfully.

Rose is a two-time champion with extremely rich fighting experience, and he would never make the same foolish mistake as Marshall.

If it's just a matter of fighting for qi and blood and exchanging breath, I have absolutely no chance.

But now, with this desperate "double internal circulation hedging" method, he feels that in this seemingly impenetrable predicament, there is finally a glimmer of hope for victory.

Xilun was leaning against the window, engrossed in rehearsing his new moves, when he suddenly heard a series of crisp footsteps accompanied by complaints coming from the other end of the corridor.

"Hey, you, are you training alone again?"

Xilun turned his head and saw two people who had been admiring the scenery on the other side slowly walking towards him.

They were two young women, and they looked very familiar.

It was Daisy, the noblewoman she had met outside the Fowles Mansion, and Susie, the taciturn girl who was always by her side.

Daisy, dressed in an exquisite lace dress, stood with her hands on her hips and walked angrily in front of Celen.

She seemed to have some inexplicable opinion that Xilun hadn't seen her at all while he was deep in thought.

She snorted, "You really are a complete training maniac."

I just asked the staff, and you stayed in the gravity chamber for a full six hours before coming out! Aren't you afraid of breaking your body?"

Susie, standing to the side, remained silent as always.

She wore a slightly oversized cloak, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her face was aloof.

She kept her head down, her gaze fixed on the ground, seemingly counting the ants in the cracks between the floor tiles with utmost seriousness, showing no interest in the conversations around her.

Siren looked at Daisy and asked calmly:

"This is the contestants' accommodation and training area. How did you get in?"

Daisy raised her snow-white chin and hummed smugly:

"Didn't you hear what others said? I'm a special member of Daewoo Dojo. I can go anywhere in the dojo except for the classified areas."

She leaned closer, curiously examining Xilun, then changed the subject:

"By the way, was that man who went to visit Uncle Fowles with you this morning your teacher?"

Xilun nodded slightly, offering no further explanation.

Daisy stroked her chin, and said thoughtfully:

"Your teacher looks very young, and has a strong presence. She looks to be only around thirty years old, right?"

Xilun corrected him in a flat tone, "He's twenty-eight years old."

"Oh." Daisy didn't seem very interested in the answer, just nodded slightly, and didn't ask any further questions about Lund.

Xilun couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

He had initially thought that Daisy was interested in Lund, the newly promoted high-ranking knight, which was why she had come to ask him about it.

Judging from her expression, she showed absolutely no interest.

Since she has no interest in Lord Lund, why did she specifically come to ask this question?

Before Xilun could figure it out, Daisy spoke again, this time with a hint of worry in her voice.

"I heard from others that your Iron Cross Fighting Club is the weakest among the eight major clubs?"

Faced with this question that was almost a direct accusation, Xilun's expression remained calm, and there was not even the slightest emotional fluctuation in his eyes.

He merely nodded slightly, readily admitting:

"You could say that we haven't achieved good results for several years in a row."

Daisy looked at Siren's unperturbed demeanor and couldn't help but curl her lip: "Oh."

She thought for a moment, seemingly planning her time, and said earnestly:

"I have to stay in the lab these two days to research new drug formulations, so I don't have time to watch the preliminary rounds. I'll have to wait until the fourth day to watch the competition."

She stretched out her fair, delicate finger and pointed to Xilun's chest, saying half-jokingly and half-seriously:

"Even if the club you come from is weak, you should at least last a few more rounds in the ring."

Don't wait until I finally arrive on the fourth day, only to find you've already knelt down and packed your bags to leave.

After all, I don't know anyone else except you, the only contestant. If you lose quickly, I won't be interested in watching the match.

Upon hearing this, Xilun quickly went through the schedule in his mind.

The fourth day was the semi-final, where four teams competed to advance to the second.

To remain in the ring on the fourth day, he must advance to the semifinals.

"Make it to the semi-finals..." Xilun thought to himself.

That is indeed a bit difficult.

After all, there are many top players participating, including not only Ross from Extreme Realm, but also elites from established powerhouses like the Silver Hand.

But as long as he doesn't have too much bad luck in the early rounds and encounter Rose early on, he should have a chance given his current strength and the newly developed double round-robin strategy.

Xilun thought for a moment, then, looking at Daisy's expectant eyes, said calmly, "It should be fine."

He didn't make any definitive statements, because on this unpredictable arena of extraordinary individuals, no one could guarantee an absolute victory.

As the two were talking, Susie, who had been silent all along, pulled out a small handful of roasted chestnuts from her large pocket.

She skillfully used her white teeth to crack open the hard shell, and like a little squirrel, she nibbled on the sweet flesh inside.

Her eyes blinked brightly, but her gaze remained unfocused, as if her mind were blank, completely ignoring the conversation between Xilen and Daisy, not taking anything in.

"Da, da, da..."

Just then, the sound of high heels clicking on the wooden floor came from the end of the corridor.

The voice was heavy, carrying an undeniable authority and a sense of oppression.

Xilun looked up and raised an eyebrow slightly.

It's that woman.

The voluptuous, mature, and intellectual noblewoman I saw outside the main gate of the Fowles Museum that morning.

According to Lord Lund, she was Daisy's mother, a noblewoman from the Upper City, a woman whom Lord Fowles, a fourth-tier witcher, madly admired but could not have, named Risa.

Risa walked to Daisy's side, her originally aloof face softening considerably when she looked at her daughter.

"Why are you running around everywhere again?" Risa scolded softly, but her tone was full of affection.

When Daisy saw her mother, she immediately clutched the hem of her skirt, appearing somewhat nervous.

She spoke softly, like a child who had done something wrong:

"I just... took a walk around. I was bored in my room and came out to get some fresh air."

Risa nodded slightly, not delving into the matter further.

Then, she slowly turned her head and looked at Xilen.

Risa was about 1.7 meters tall and was wearing an extremely elegant deep purple velvet dress.

Although her daughter is already so grown up, time doesn't seem to have left many marks on her face; she looks like she's not even thirty years old yet.

But she possessed a strong air of authority, an arrogance cultivated from long-term command and looking down on the lower classes.

She looked Xilun up and down, her gaze sharp as if she wanted to see right through him.

As she looked at it, a thoughtful glint flashed in Risa's eyes.

She slightly raised her chin and asked in a slightly scrutinizing tone:

"Young man, you look a lot like someone I used to know."

She gently tapped her forehead with her velvet-gloved fingers, as if trying to recall:

"What was it called again... Oh, I remember now."

Risa stared into Celen's eyes and said, word by word, "It seems to be called, Avira. You and that woman look remarkably alike."

The moment I heard the name "Avira".

Sirena's heart, which had been as calm as a stagnant pool, was suddenly stirred up by a huge rock, creating a raging storm.

Xilun remained silent for a moment, his thin lips pressed into a tight line, without saying a word.

But Risa's intuition was extremely sharp. As a lady who was adept at navigating high society, her ability to read people was already unparalleled.

She immediately caught the undisguised emotional fluctuation in Xilun's eyes at that moment.

Daisy, standing to the side, also looked at Xilen with some surprise.

Although she and Xilun hadn't spent much time together, in her memory, Xilun was always cold and indifferent to everything. She had never seen Xilun's emotions fluctuate so obviously before.

However, upon merely hearing the name "Avira," Xiren's lifeless eyes trembled violently for a moment.

Seeing Xilun's reaction, Risa immediately became interested.

Her smile deepened, but there was no warmth in it.

"Looks like I guessed right," Risa said in a condescending tone. "You're her son, aren't you? Your features, especially that stubbornness in your bones, are so alike."

She chuckled softly, as if recalling a trivial, amusing incident:

"That woman, back in the day, possessed a beauty that made countless noble ladies jealous."

Then, Risa's gaze began to sweep unabashedly over Xiren.

She looked at Xilen's black casual clothes.

Although clean and tidy, the fabric was ordinary, without any noble family crests or even a decent pocket watch, making it seem rather plain and shabby.

Risa shook her head thoughtfully, her tone carrying an undisguised mockery:

"However, judging from your current attire, it seems that although she was beautiful back then, she didn't end up marrying well."

Risa looked at Siron as if she were asking a question about a poor relative she hadn't seen in a long time:

"What is your mother doing now? Is she still selling her body in those shady places in the lower city?"

Xilun's hands slowly clenched under his sleeves, his nails digging deep into his palms.

But he forcibly suppressed the violent killing intent surging in his chest.

He took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and uttered three words in a hoarse and cold voice:

"She's dead."

Risa was slightly taken aback upon hearing this answer.

But her face showed no sadness or sympathy; she simply shrugged dismissively and said, "Oh, that's a pity."

She straightened her skirt, seemingly having completely lost interest in the topic:

"I'm so sorry, I brought up something that upset you. We have to go now."

After saying that, Risa didn't look at Xilen again, but took Daisy's hand and turned to leave.

Susie, who was still munching on chestnuts, was also led away by Daisy like a puppet.

Xilun stood there, watching their departing figures, his eyes completely calming down, his emotions subdued, his demeanor calm and indifferent.