Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Xilun's voice remained calm, but it carried a chilling quality that seemed to emanate from his very bones.

He didn't understand Xiu Kuo's thinking, nor did he want to.

Through his experiences of struggling in the slums and fighting to the death with inhuman beings at the ocean docks, he only understood one thing—violence is the ultimate solution to all problems.

He was used to resolving these issues with violence.

Only absolute power can tear apart that arrogant arrogance and protect those you want to protect.

After finishing speaking, Xiren said no more. He held the gun with both hands, the tips of the guns slightly lowered, and his muscles tensed instantly under his black trench coat.

Xiu Kuo also stopped smiling and gripped his sword tightly.

In an instant, a faint wind began to swirl and tear around Xiukuo.

That was his unique power, the cyan wind-type power belonging to the "Wind Breathing Technique".

With the release of power and the sweeping force of the sword, a faint gust of wind actually swirled on the arena.

A cyan aura, almost tangible, enveloped Xiu Kuo's body, causing his silver samurai robes to flutter wildly.

Despite such an astonishing aura, Xilun remained unfazed, completely unaffected by the raging winds.

His feet seemed to be rooted to the ground, firmly planted on the stone slabs of the arena.

"Take this!" Xiu Kuo shouted in a low voice.

"A whirlwind of chaos!"

He suddenly pointed the blue blade of his sword forward.

In an instant, countless sword shadows flashed across the arena, incredibly agile, as if hundreds or thousands of wind blades were simultaneously slashing towards them.

The hard stone slabs on the ground hissed and vibrated under the influence of the sword energy, sending fragments flying everywhere.

The power of that single sword strike shook the entire hall.

"Wow, that's amazing! That's a terrifying sword technique!"

Canavie, standing in the stands, stared blankly at the scene.

Even though he had not yet been baptized, he could sense the terrifying power of the sword with his naked eyes.

It was a kind of ruthless sharpness that was all-pervasive, as if it could cut a person into a thousand pieces.

Lund, sitting in the rest area, squinted slightly and commented:

"These expensive, established clubs naturally have a lot of history and tradition."

For example, this kind of incredibly powerful weapon-based combat technique is definitely not something ordinary people can access.

Lund pondered to himself.

He was still young, and although he had advanced to the third rank through his talent, as the president of the Iron Cross Club, he was indeed unable to bring such a rich high-level foundation to the club.

Moreover, Xilun's training time was far too short, amounting to only a few months at most, which was simply insufficient to teach those complex and powerful fighting techniques that required a great deal of time to master.

But Lund wasn't worried. Although the Natan Heavy Gun Technique was simple, it was a very practical gun technique with an extremely high potential for power.

For example, the final move, "Union of Spear and Qi," is almost unbeatable if the user has enough strength and physique, and a deep understanding of the technique itself.

And Siren is precisely that kind of monster who combines power and understanding to the extreme.

"Get out of the way!" Fester shouted anxiously in his heart from below the stage, sweating profusely.

On the arena, Xiren's clothes fluttered and rustled in the strong wind.

He remained unmoved in the face of the countless cyan sword shadows sweeping across the sky.

However, just as the sword was about to touch his body, Xilun moved.

It erupted with a deafening roar!

Like a volcano that has been dormant for thousands of years suddenly erupting.

Xilun swung his heavy alloy spear down, pushing all his strength to its limit under the influence of the "Great Sea Whale Guiding Technique".

Beneath the skin, muscle fibers gripped the force tightly, and the dragon patterns hidden within the body instantly coiled up, unleashing unimaginable and terrifying power.

The heavy spear swept across, its deep blue power seemingly stirring up a tsunami, creating a visible, violent vortex that crashed down upon the countless sword shadows.

"Bang!"

The deafening crash was like two steel mountains colliding.

The giant spear resembled a dragon emerging from the sea, coiled and menacing, tearing and snapping with terrifying force.

Xilun's incredibly powerful body flailing wildly in the gale, each swing of his spear carrying immense force, constantly colliding with the dense sword shadows.

Sparks flew and air currents surged.

Xiu Kuo's expression changed slightly.

He felt an astonishing recoil force emanating from the sword, as if he had stabbed not a person, but a raging ancient beast.

He immediately changed tactics, drew his sword and retreated, his movements as swift as the wind.

However, the remaining sword shadows, like maggots clinging to bones, continued to cut through Xilun's body.

Xilun snorted coldly and swung his spear again. The spear drew a perfect semicircle in mid-air, bringing with it a muffled sonic boom, which finally neutralized those troublesome sword shadows.

But under the relentless force, Xilun couldn't help but take two steps back, leaving two deep footprints on the stone slab.

The entire audience was immediately shocked.

"That move...it was actually blocked?!"

"It seems that Xilun isn't struggling too much; he's only slightly behind!"

Although Xiu Kuo had prepared himself mentally before the match and knew that Xi Lun was extremely powerful, he was still deeply surprised by the ferocity of the force of the opponent's shot.

He was confident that he had used eight-tenths of his strength and had not underestimated his opponent in the slightest, but the opponent's strength and foundation were only slightly inferior to his own, who had an overall value of eighteen.

In the Platinum Club's rest area, Marshall stared intently at the game, his expression inexplicably complex.

If it were him, he would never have been able to withstand Xiu Kuo's sword strike; it would have even been enough to defeat him directly.

As a result, that sword strike only made Xilun take two steps back!

"The gap between him and me... how is it getting wider and wider?" Marshall gritted his teeth, a deep sense of powerlessness welling up inside him.

On the ring, Xilun steadied himself, giving Xiu Kuo no chance to catch his breath.

He stepped forward and launched the attack.

As his energy surged wildly, a faint mist began to rise from around Xilun.

That's because the "Great Sea Whale Guiding Technique" was activated to its limit, causing a strange phenomenon resulting from the vaporization of qi and blood.

He let out a low shout, and then his entire body swept down like a tsunami, accompanied by rolling waves of air.

The spear transformed into a black lightning bolt, piercing straight into Xiu Kuo's chest.

Xiu Kuo was too shocked to know how his opponent could unleash such a powerful shot so quickly.

He immediately focused his energy on his feet. As a practitioner of the "Wind Breathing Technique," his movements were extremely agile, which was his greatest advantage.

He knew he couldn't confront a power-type monster like Siron head-on; he needed to outmaneuver him and find an opening to defeat his enemy.

Xiu Kuo slightly turned his body, narrowly avoiding the spear tip's direct thrust.

At the same time, he raised the blue longsword in his hand, trying to use skillful force to block the residual force attached to the spear shaft.

"clang!"

With a crisp sound, Xiu Kuo felt a numbness in his arm.

He hadn't completely blocked the residual force of that shot.

Left with no other choice, he had to take a half step back and strike again with his sword. The blade drew a trail of sparks on the spear shaft, barely managing to neutralize the domineering force.

Then, Xiu Kuo moved, transforming into a streak of blue light, and began to circle around Xilun at high speed.

The gale swept around Siren once again.

Xiu Kuo's speed increased so much that his true form was almost invisible; all that could be seen were circles of cyan wind blades constantly shrinking.

Below the stage, Chairman Ryan nervously began to speculate:

"As a cultivator of the 'Wind Breathing Technique,' his mobility is so formidable."

While Xilun's spear techniques are wide and powerful, they are unlikely to keep up with Xiu Kuo's movements in terms of speed.

"If we keep taking hits like this, we'll eventually expose our weaknesses."

However, Lund, standing to the side, smiled confidently and even took a sip of his tea.

On the ring, Xiren saw his opponent surround him without attacking, like a circling eagle waiting for him to make a mistake. He showed no signs of impatience.

He gripped the gun barrel tightly with both hands, and then, under the incredulous gazes of tens of thousands of spectators, Siren slowly closed his eyes.

He abandoned sight and began to observe with his ears.

Talent, Far-Reaching Hearing, fully unlocked!

"Whoosh—"

An incredulous gasp erupted from the audience.

"This Xiren actually closed his eyes?!"

"This is a quarterfinals elimination round! What is he up to? Has he gone mad?"

However, the exclamations did not last long, and the venue was not excessively noisy.

After all, the contestants who make it to the quarterfinals are definitely not fools.

The audience held their breath, secretly wondering if this Xilun had some unknown trump card up his sleeve.

As Xiu Kuo moved at high speed, he saw Xi Lun close his eyes and pondered for a moment.

He dared not be careless, but he couldn't keep dragging things out like this indefinitely.

Suddenly, Xiu Kuo moved like a gust of wind, thrusting his sword at Xi Lun's left shoulder from an extremely tricky angle on the side.

The sword blade pierced the air silently.

As Xiukuo approached, Xilun remained motionless, as if he had truly become a statue.

Until Xiu Kuo got to within three meters of Xi Lun.

"boom!"

Xilun suddenly shifted his body to the side, his movement as fast as lightning.

At the same time, his heavy spear, like a venomous dragon emerging from the sea, struck with unparalleled precision in the direction from which Xiu Kuo had come.

The power of a heavy gun is terrifying!

Xiu Kuo was taken aback. He never expected that Xilun could react so quickly with his eyes closed, and that his counterattack would be so precise.

Left with no other choice, he was forced to sheathe his sword and return to defense.

"clang!"

Xiu Kuo was forced back several steps by this shot.

As soon as he landed, he immediately used his movement technique to dodge again, circled behind Xilun, and silently thrust out his sword once more.

But it was as if Xilun had eyes all over his body.

Three times in a row!

Xiu Kuo launched three deadly sneak attacks from three different blind spots, but each time, as soon as he entered within three meters of Xi Lun, Xi Lun was able to accurately thrust his spear, instantly neutralizing his attack.

After three exchanges, Xiu Kuo constantly dodged and weaved, exhausting his stamina and beginning to pant heavily.

In contrast, Xilun remained standing with his eyes closed, guns in his hands, not even panting, seemingly using the opportunity to conserve his energy.

The rest area of ​​the Silver Hand Club.

Ang Lee frowned deeply as he watched the situation on the ring.

Although he was extremely talented, his practical experience was not as good as those veteran powerhouses, and for a moment he couldn't understand what kind of tactics Xilun was using.

"How could he possibly block Xiu Kuo's swift sword with his eyes closed?" Li An muttered through gritted teeth.

Li Lei, standing to the side, had a gloomy expression. As a third-tier extraordinary being, he naturally saw through the trick.

"We can't delay any longer."

Li Lei said coldly, "That Xilun possesses a very rare sensory talent; within three meters, he is the absolute master."

Xiu Kuo's agility advantage has been rendered useless.

We must launch a direct, forceful attack and end the battle with overwhelming destructive power!

"Bang!"

On the arena, the two collided again with a tremendous roar, and then quickly separated.

Xiu Kuo was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently.

After the probing, he finally realized a cruel truth:

The person in front of me possesses an extremely terrifying combat awareness and perception.

He had no way to launch a sneak attack or create an opening by maneuvering.

He finally let go of the last shred of hope in his heart and regarded Xilun as a formidable enemy he had never encountered before.

Xiu Kuo took a deep breath, his gaze becoming more solemn than ever before. He looked at Xi Lun and said in a deep voice:

"In that case, we have no choice but to defeat you head-on and completely!"

As he said those words, Xiu Kuo felt a little uneasy.

This means that he must give up his greatest advantage in the "Wind Breathing Technique"—agility—to go head-to-head with a power-type monster.

But this is the only path he can take right now.

Xiu Kuo's figure suddenly moved, no longer wandering around, but rapidly approaching Xilun head-on.

The cyan longsword in his hand burst forth with an unprecedentedly dazzling light, its sword aura extremely sharp, and the air currents gathered at the tip of the sword, as if an extremely furious flying eagle was condensing and taking shape in mid-air.

"Storm Eagle Sword!"

Xiu Kuo let out an indomitable roar, and with an unstoppable momentum, he slashed towards Xi Lun.

Faced with Xiu Kuo's powerful frontal attack that tore through the air like a furious eagle, Xi Lun's eyes snapped open, a cold, eerie light flashing deep within them.

He did not back down, but instead stepped forward to meet the raging sword energy.

Xilun's movements remained agile and unreasonable; to onlookers, the heavy alloy spear seemed weightless in his hands.

It's impossible to tell that this is supposed to be a heavy-armored gun technique with wide, sweeping movements and a slightly clumsy feel.

Within a three-meter radius around him, Xiren relied on his terrifying auditory intuition and beast-like perception to make his defense watertight.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The heavy spear followed closely, its tip precisely catching the key points in Xiu Kuo's sword stance, each collision producing a dull, resounding boom.

Xilun continuously shattered the countless cyan sword shadows sweeping across the sky, but Xiu Kuo's desperate "Storm Eagle Sword" was indeed terrifyingly powerful.

The violent wind force continuously impacted Xilun's body through the gun barrel, forcing him to plow two deep white marks into the stone slab with his feet, and retreat backward.

Finally, after blocking more than a dozen deadly sword energies, Xilun's defense showed a slight, almost imperceptible stagnation.

With a soft "poof" sound.

Xiu Kuo seized the fleeting opportunity with keen insight. His cyan sword, like a viper's tongue, broke through the blockade of the spear shadows in an instant and stabbed fiercely into Xi Lun's left shoulder!

Xiu Kuo's face lit up with joy, thinking that this sword strike would be enough to severely injure the opponent's left arm and cripple half of Xi Lun's fighting ability.

However, the next second, his expression froze completely.

The blade pierced through the black trench coat and the skin, but just an inch into the muscle, it felt as if it had pierced through a piece of indestructible deep-sea rubber.

A strange and resilient muscle texture instantly contracted, firmly locking the blade in place. No matter how much Xiu Kuo exerted his strength, he could not advance even an inch further!

"How is this possible?!" Xiu Kuo was shocked.

This is not the muscle density that a human should have!

Without wearing any armor, relying solely on his physical body, he actually managed to block a full-force sword strike from a near-first-tier extreme realm expert.

Only a small amount of blood flowed out, and Xilun's face didn't even show a trace of pain.