Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Taking advantage of the moment the blade got stuck, he jerked his body backward and forcefully pulled the wound on his shoulder out of the blade.

"Try taking this shot!"

Xilun let out a low growl, his voice filled with suppressed rage.

The moment he finished speaking, he gripped the heavy gun tightly with both hands, and the "Great Sea Whale Guiding Technique" within his body began to operate wildly.

The deep blue energy seemed to be completely condensed on the gun, exuding a chilling sense of heaviness.

"The water supply has stopped!"

The thrust of the spear seemed to cleave the air in front of it, causing the airflow to churn to both sides and creating a visible vacuum in the center.

Like a surging river being cleaved in two by a single stroke, it carries a domineering and resolute force that disregards everything.

Xiu Kuo's pupils contracted sharply. He had just thrust out his sword, and his old strength was exhausted while new strength had not yet been generated. He had no time to dodge.

He could only grit his teeth, channel the last of his strength into his longsword, raise the blade, and forcefully meet this domineering and unparalleled spear thrust.

"boom!"

The spear tip slammed hard into the cyan longsword.

Xiu Kuo felt an overwhelming force surge through the sword and into his arms. His proud wind-elemental energy protection was torn apart like paper in the face of this pure violence.

Xilun's gun still had considerable power. After smashing through Xiu Kuo's defenses, the shaft suddenly bent, like a long steel whip, and slammed hard into Xiu Kuo's side.

"puff!"

Xiu Kuo's face turned deathly pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He flew sideways like a kite with a broken string and crashed heavily onto the arena.

He clutched his lower back in pain, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

That shot was too ruthless and too devastating!

Xiu Kuo struggled to get up, his heart filled with bitterness.

He had intended to withdraw his sword immediately after stabbing and create distance again.

But to his utter surprise, Xilun's muscle texture possessed such tenacious resilience that it managed to hold onto his sword for a moment.

Because of that fatal fraction of a second of pause, he was hit by a solid bullet.

Xiu Kuo took a deep breath, enduring the excruciating pain in his lower back that felt like it was about to break.

Both sides had just been hit, but Xilun only suffered minor external injuries, while his internal organs and bones were severely damaged, and his strength was far greater than that of his opponent.

"We can't delay any longer... The next move must end the fight immediately, or defeat is inevitable!"

A resolute glint flashed in Xiu Kuo's eyes. He forced himself to stand up straight, and the azure sword energy once again gathered wildly on the sword.

On the other side of the arena, Xilun nodded slightly as he watched Xiu Kuo's actions.

"That's about it," Xilun thought to himself.

In fact, facing Xiu Kuo with a combined score of 18, Xi Lun did not have an absolute guarantee of victory.

Conventional combat methods can at best result in mutual destruction.

However, he intends to try out the trump card he had previously figured out.

His previous attempt to combine his "charge enrichment" talent with his strength and integrate it into the external circulation method of his spear techniques was not entirely successful; he could easily injure himself if he was not careful.

But now, after this intense life-or-death struggle, Xilun seems to have entered a wonderful state of enlightenment.

A flash of inspiration struck him, and his control over power reached an unprecedented peak.

He took a deep breath, and the energy channels within his body suddenly opened.

"Crackling..."

A faint sound emanated from Xilun's body.

Immediately afterwards, to the astonishment of the entire audience, pale blue arcs of electricity burst forth from the exposed muscles of Xilun's neck and arms!

The electric arc flickered and jumped in the air, making a chilling hissing sound.

This scene instantly attracted the attention of many experts in the stands.

"What is that?! It doesn't look like ordinary strength at all!" someone exclaimed.

In the Iron Cross rest area, Lund suddenly sat up straight, his gaze fixed on the arc of electricity on Xiren's arm, lost in thought.

He had a vague idea of ​​what was going on, but he found it too incredible.

On the arena, on Xilun's arm, strands of light blue electrical charge surged wildly into the heavy spear.

The originally jet-black alloy spear now had a dazzling burst of lightning gathered at its tip.

The gun seemed to grow heavier, and the surrounding air distorted under the intense heat of the electrical charge.

"drink!"

Xilun let out a thunderous roar that shook the entire arena, and with a sudden burst of power from his legs, the stone slabs shattered inch by inch.

He and his spear transformed into a bolt of lightning, thrusting forward.

It's the same move called "Severing Water Flow".

But this time, it's completely different!

If the previous "Severing Water Flow" was a domineering force that split the river, then this shot at this moment is like a thunderclap that tears the heavens and the earth amidst the extinguished torrent of water!

Lightning flashed, illuminating the entire arena in a ghastly white light.

A hint of despair flashed in Xiu Kuo's eyes, but he still gritted his teeth and transformed all his life force into the most ferocious sword strike, sweeping it towards the lightning bolt.

However, when the azure sword light encountered the spear tip wrapped in lightning, it melted away as quickly as ice and snow meeting the blazing sun.

Xiu Kuo felt an extremely violent and terrifying force, accompanied by a strong numbing sensation, instantly spread throughout his body.

He trembled all over, desperately trying to circulate his wind-elemental energy to resist and neutralize the attack.

However, it was to no avail.

After only two breaths of resistance, Xiu Kuo's defenses completely collapsed.

Xilun's spear swept across with the force of a thunderbolt, the shaft striking Xiu Kuo squarely in the waist without any fancy moves.

"Bang!"

Xiu Kuo's face froze instantly, his eyes rolled back, and he was sent flying like a rag doll, crashing heavily onto the edge of the ring, unable to move.

On the high platform, a flicker of undisguised shock flashed in the eyes of Deputy Curator Belang. He gave Xilun a deep look, then announced loudly:

"Xiukuo is unable to resist; Xilun wins this match!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire area around the Daewoo Dojo fell silent.

A deathly silence.

Immediately afterwards, a series of clanging sounds filled the Silver Hand Club's lounge area.

All the Silver Hand members, led by Li An and his son Li Lei, stood up abruptly, their faces filled with shock, staring intently at the black-clad youth wielding the Thunder Spear on the arena.

In the Platinum Club area, Rose, who had been nonchalant, suddenly frowned, his eyes revealing seriousness for the first time.

Marshall stared wide-eyed, his jaw almost hitting the ground, completely stunned as if struck by lightning.

On the ring, Xiu Kuo struggled to his feet with the help of medical staff.

His face was ashen, and he looked at Xilun, saying with difficulty:

"This move... was much more powerful than I expected. I accept my defeat wholeheartedly."

Xilun slowly removed the charge from his spear, his face remaining calm, though his breathing was slightly heavy.

He looked at Xiu Kuo and replied calmly, "You're more capable than I thought."

After saying that, Xilun couldn't help but hiss and frown slightly.

He had just forcibly activated the electrical charge, causing the wound on his left shoulder to reopen, and blood began to gush out again, staining half of his trench coat red.

He started to get injured.

Deputy Curator Belang's voice rang out again, tinged with admiration:

"Iron Cross Fight Club wins! Siren advances to tomorrow's semifinals!"

This result left the surrounding audience completely stunned.

They stared blankly at Xiren's retreating figure, their minds completely blank.

Xilun, who had a total score of only 15 and was at the bottom of the field in the first day of testing, has once again defied expectations and defeated Xiu Kuo, the favorite to win the championship with a total score of 18, and has made it into the top four!

As Xiu Kuo was helped off the stage and back to the Silver Hand's rest area, Li An, his face ashen, rushed forward and stared intently at him, asking:

"When he blocked your sword with his shoulder just now, was he wearing some kind of high-level, extraordinary armor under his clothes? Or was he using some kind of strange amulet?!"

Xiu Kuo weakly shook his head and said with a bitter smile:

"No... he wasn't wearing anything."

He simply endured it with his bare muscles.

"What?!" Li An was struck dumb, his face filled with disbelief.

He frowned, turned to look at Xilen who was walking off the stage, his eyes filled with not only anger but also a deep sense of apprehension.

His opinion of Xilun finally changed completely at this moment.

When Xiren stepped off the ring, he could only walk carefully, enduring the pain, because of his wound.

Upon seeing this, President Renn scrambled forward to greet him, his old face practically contorted with a wide grin, so excited he was incoherent:

"Are you alright? How badly are you hurt? Let me see!"

How could he not be happy?

Iron Cross Club, a perennial bottom-ranked, bankrupt club, has miraculously made it into the semi-finals!

Moreover, the one who created this miracle was Xilen, the student he personally brought into the school and taught the basics to.

This not only boosted Rennes' prestige among the major clubs, but also made him seem somewhat arrogant.

Although he knew in his heart that it would be very difficult for Xiren to advance any further in the semi-finals.

After all, he was already injured facing Xiu Kuo today, and facing real monsters like Ross or Li An tomorrow would probably be even more dangerous.

But that's more than enough!

Since its inception, the Iron Cross Fighting Club has never had a top four team.

Xilun has simply made history for them!

Fester rushed up, looking anxious, and pulled out a roll of bandages and a bottle of ordinary ointment from his pocket, saying:

"Luckily I brought some first aid supplies. Siren, quickly apply some medicine, don't let it get infected."

Just then, Lund, who hadn't said a word, walked over.

He reached out and stopped Fester, then took out a delicate little black porcelain bottle from his inner pocket and handed it to him: "Use this."

Fester paused for a moment, then instinctively took it.

As soon as the bottle was opened, an extremely cool and vibrant medicinal aroma wafted out.

Fester was taken aback. Although he didn't understand pharmacology, he knew that this was an extraordinary ointment that was absolutely priceless.

He carefully applied the ointment to Xilen's shoulder.

Although Xilun couldn't see what the ointment looked like, he could tell from the instant coolness and tingling sensation that came from the wound that it was probably extremely precious.

"Thank you, teacher," Xilun said softly.

Lund looked at him, a hint of concern in his eyes, and asked softly:

External injuries are easy to treat, but what about internal injuries?

Did forcibly circulate that power cause any backlash to your internal organs?

Xilun bared his teeth, closed his eyes to carefully sense the state of his body, then opened his eyes and said:

"My internal organs are fine, but my meridians feel a little hot, like they've been roasted by fire."

Lund nodded slightly, secretly relieved.

Xilun's physique is indeed ridiculously strong.

"Go back and take a mild tonic; it should be fine."

Just as they were talking, the second quarterfinal match on the stage had already begun.

Coincidentally, the player taking the field was another talent from the Silver Hand club, and also a potential opponent for Silen Tomorrow – Li An.

Siren sat in the chair, letting Fester bandage his wounds, while raising his head and scanning the ring.

Ang Lee's opponent was a burly young man wielding an iron gun.

The referee announced loudly, "Luo Yu, a disciple of the Extreme Flame Knight! Overall score: 18!"

It wasn't one of the eight major clubs, but rather the Cavaliers who recommended them to participate in the competition.

This is definitely a formidable opponent.

As soon as the match started, Luo Yu launched the first attack.

Holding that heavy iron spear, he thrust it out like lightning without any superfluous movements.

His marksmanship was fierce and ruthless; the tip of the gun resembled a venomous snake flicking its tongue, aimed directly at Ang Lee's throat.

Faced with this fatal shot, Ang Lee merely gave a cold laugh, his eyes narrowing slightly.

He didn't even draw the long sword from his waist; instead, he swung it directly at the tip of the spear, scabbard still attached.

"Crackling and popping!"

A series of rapid clanging sounds echoed across the arena. Li An's scabbard and Luo Yu's spear clashed dozens of times in just a few seconds.

Sparks flew and air surged.

Watching from below the stage, Fester seemed lost in thought. He turned to Siren and said, "Senior Brother Siren, this guy also uses a gun. What do you think of his marksmanship compared to yours?"

Xiren stretched his newly bandaged left arm, calmly watching the exchange on the ring, and casually commented:

"The Natan Heavy Gun Technique that I practice emphasizes large, sweeping movements, using force to overcome skill, and using sheer power to subdue ten techniques."

This Luo Yu, however, follows a meticulous, unpredictable, and ever-changing path.

Their approaches are different, so it's not appropriate to compare them directly.

At this point, Xiren paused slightly, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes, before continuing:

"However... his basic skills don't seem to be very solid."

His control over the force wasn't perfect; the tip of the spear trembled slightly during the repeated impacts, indicating that the power had dissipated.

After saying that, Xilun turned to look at Lund, a faint smile playing on his lips.

He recalled that when he first started practicing shooting, Lund had pinned him under a waterfall and in a deep pool, wearing heavy iron rings, and insisted that he train his control of strength and muscle memory to be extremely solid, so that the gun would not vibrate in the slightest, before he was allowed to begin formal shooting training.

He felt immense pain back then, but now, looking at Luo Yu on the stage, he truly understands the enormous benefits of that rigorous basic training.