Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

On the arena, the fierce competition intensified.

Luo Yu's iron spear was like a poisonous dragon piercing the heart, while Li An's sheathed longsword was like a fierce tiger descending the mountain.

In the blink of an eye, the two had already clashed hundreds of times.

On the surface, it seems that neither side can gain the upper hand, and the battle has reached a stalemate.

But at this moment, Xilun narrowed his eyes slightly and said softly, "It seems that Li An is going to go all out."

He keenly sensed that Ang Lee's aura was changing.

The previously casual swordplay began to become dense and oppressive, and there was a terrifying sense of impending doom in the air.

No sooner had Xilun finished speaking than the situation on the arena instantly reversed.

Ang Lee seems to have had enough of this game of probing and patience.

His eyes turned cold, and he gripped the hilt of the knife tightly with his right hand.

"Clang!"

The long sword is drawn!

A chilling glint of light from a blade instantly illuminated the entire arena.

Ang Lee's swordplay became incredibly sharp; each strike seemed to carry a subtle yet deadly blade of light, tearing through the air and emitting a teeth-grinding shriek.

Unfortunately, the speed of the blade was as fast as lightning, making it impossible to deal with.

Luo Yu's expression instantly turned extremely ugly.

He desperately swung his iron spear to parry, while simultaneously channeling his raging fire-attribute energy into the spear in an attempt to block the all-pervasive blade's edge.

However, his pride and joy were completely shattered when he came into contact with Li An's blade, as if a clay ox had entered the sea, and he was instantly cut to pieces, unable to cope at all.

"what!"

Luo Yu shouted, a hint of madness flashing in his eyes.

He simply ignored the tiny blades cutting into his body, gripped the spear tightly with both hands, and charged straight in, recklessly thrusting it towards Li An's chest.

This is a mutually destructive, suicidal fighting style!

However, as expected, Ang Lee gave a cold laugh.

He didn't retreat an inch, and the long sword in his hand seemed to transform into a bloodthirsty tiger, stirring up a terrifying storm as it slashed towards the spear tip.

"Swoosh! Swoosh!"

Two chilling sounds of tearing fabric rang out.

With a flick of his wrist, Ang Lee deftly sheathed his sword.

Luo Yu, who was opposite him, stood there blankly, looking down at his chest.

Two deep, bone-revealing gashes were clearly visible on his sturdy Extraordinary combat suit, and blood instantly stained the collar.

The next moment, Li An's scabbard swung up smoothly, and with a "crack," it swept the heavy iron spear in Luo Yu's hand off the stage.

Luo Yu was sweating profusely and his face turned deathly pale.

He knew that if Li An's knife had gone even half an inch deeper, his heart would have been cut open.

"I... admit defeat," Luo Yu said, his voice hoarse as he lowered his head.

Li An stood there, straightened his sleeves, sneered, and without even glancing at Luo Yu, turned and walked off the stage.

Clearly, he hadn't even used his full strength yet, and he had already easily crushed his opponent with an overall score of eighteen.

Fester, watching from below the stage, felt a headache coming on and couldn't help but gasp.

It should be noted that Xilun had a very difficult time dealing with Xiu Kuo, who also had an overall value of 18, and had to use all his trump cards, and even suffered a serious injury.

This Li An not only defeated Luo Yu, who was of the same level, without any injuries, but he also seemed to have hardly used up any energy, and he didn't even break a sweat.

"This gap... seems a bit obvious," Fester muttered to himself, his eyes filled with worry as he looked at Xilen.

……

Around noon, in the spacious restaurant provided by Daewoo Dojo for the participating clubs.

The members of the Iron Cross Fight Club sat around a long table laden with a hearty spread of high-calorie food.

However, the atmosphere was somewhat somber.

Fester held a piece of bread in his hand, but didn't take a bite for a long time.

He looked around and asked in confusion, "Why hasn't Xilun come for dinner yet?"

President Renn, chewing on a piece of smoked meat, mumbled an explanation:

"The matches this morning ended early, and the final four have all been decided."

Xiren, as the representative of the participating team, was called to the backcourt to draw lots to determine his opponent in tomorrow's semi-final.

Upon hearing the word "draw," Fester's initial joy at Siren's advancement to the semifinals vanished instantly, replaced by a severe headache.

He put down his bread and analyzed the situation with a pained expression:

"The four monsters in the semifinals, besides our senior brother Xilun, are Ross from the Platinum Club, Cole from the Blackthorns, and Li An from the Silver Hand just now."

"This...this feels like no matter which one I draw, it'll be difficult to deal with!"

Fester counted on his fingers: "If we face Ross, the reigning champion, a true monster with two-ten extreme abilities, the match will probably be over in no time."

Against Cole, that guy was practically a humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex, his body was even tougher than Cole's.

As for Ang Lee, as you just saw, he killed Luo Yu instantly without even fully drawing his sword.

Ugh, this is such a headache.

Just as Fester was sighing deeply, the restaurant door was pushed open.

Xiren walked in from outside, wearing a slightly worn black trench coat.

His expression remained as calm as still water, as if the upcoming semi-final was just an ordinary exchange for him.

He walked to the dining table, picked up a plate of food piled up like a small mountain, sat down next to Ryan, and casually asked, "What's wrong? You all look so gloomy."

Lund put down his knife and fork, staring intently at Xiren, and asked in a deep voice, "The draw results for tomorrow's opponents are out?"

Xiren nodded, pulled a folded piece of cardboard from his pocket, tossed it onto the table, and calmly said while eating large chunks of meat:

"He's out, Silver Hand Club, Ang Lee."

Upon hearing this name, everyone at the table fell silent.

Lund stroked his chin thoughtfully, and after a moment, he slowly said:

"Actually, from a certain perspective, this might be the best draw you could get."

He analyzed, "At least you didn't face the unfathomable Rose directly in the semifinals, which preserved a glimmer of hope for an upset."

And Cole's style of play, which relies purely on physical domination, is extremely troublesome for you in your current injured state.

Although Li An's swordsmanship is unpredictable and fierce, he hasn't truly reached the threshold of the second tier yet. As long as one can withstand his burst of power, there might still be a chance.

Xiren swallowed a mouthful of food, picked up a napkin to wipe the corner of his mouth, and spoke without any emotion:

"Since I've come to participate in this competition, my goal is the championship prize that will allow me to break through."

If you want to win the championship, you need to defeat anyone who stands in your way.

Don't worry too much about who wins the draw, lest you become anxious and slow down your draw.

He quickly finished the food on his plate, stood up, and said, "I'm full. I'm going back to my room to rest."

Watching Xilen's departing figure, Renn and Fester exchanged glances, admiring his composure while also worrying about his fate tomorrow.

Back in the private courtyard house assigned to him by Daewoo Dojo, Xilun closed the door, completely shutting out the noise from the outside world.

He sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, closed his eyes, and his mind began to replay the battle between Li An and Luo Yu that morning, like a movie.

"Li An's knife is very fast, and it has a strange property that can tear through physical defenses."

Silen thought to himself, "If I try to outrun him, I'll be at a disadvantage. I need to find a way to disrupt his rhythm and find an opportunity to strike decisively."

He opened his eyes and pulled out two tightly wrapped magic ropes from his pocket.

Xilun stroked the rough knot, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes.

This was an extremely insidious trap.

In the crucial moment of close combat, suddenly releasing this magical rope that can instantly bind the enemy can definitely catch them off guard.

He had already reported this to the referee team of Daewoo Dojo beforehand.

The Spirit Rope is a magical tool that requires the user's own spiritual power to operate, and is therefore classified as falling under the category of "personal power" and is permitted for use in the arena.

After all, in this world, the only things that are strictly prohibited from use are gunpowder-based firearms that do not require the user's own power, and high-level extraordinary relics that have extremely high barriers to entry and cannot necessarily be purchased even with money.

Logically speaking, if an extraordinary person can not only diligently cultivate their physical body and vital energy, but also devote themselves to practicing complex and obscure magical techniques and achieve success, then it can only mean that they are a peerless genius.

You won, and that's your own achievement.

"Tomorrow, this might be the trump card that decides the outcome." Xilun carefully put the spiritual rope back close to his body.

However, he still hopes to save it for Rose's game.

The magic rope is ultimately more about surprise than brute force. Once it has been used, it will inevitably make people prepared and devise ways to deal with it.

Just as he was about to close his eyes and continue practicing his breathing technique, he suddenly yawned, and there was a soft knock on the door.

Xiren got up and opened the door, only to find his mentor, Lund.

Lund walked into the house, closed the door behind him, and looked at Xilen, asking, "What are you thinking about? You look so worried."

Xilun shook his head: "It's nothing, just thinking about tactics to deal with Li An tomorrow."

Lund walked to the center of the room, pondered for a moment, his expression turned serious, and said:

"Sirlen, tell me honestly, what is the current state of your physical condition?"

If you have any questions about your spiritual practice, or any hidden secrets, feel free to tell me more.

Tomorrow is a do-or-die battle; I need an accurate assessment of you.

Xilun murmured for a moment.

He knew that he had to hold nothing back when facing Ang Lee.

As a third-tier powerhouse, Lund's vision far surpasses that of his own, and he might be able to offer some crucial advice.

"Teacher," Siren raised his head, looking intently at Lund, "I want to test what values ​​my strength, physique, and actual explosive power can reach under extreme conditions."

Lund's eyes flashed with surprise upon hearing this, but he immediately nodded: "Okay."

He walked up to Xiren, placed a heavy hand on Xiren's left shoulder, and said in a deep voice:

"Now you can circulate your energy. Don't hold back at all. Treat me as your enemy."

Then Lund added:

"However, judging from your performance in the first two matches, although your strength is substantial, it should be within the range of 'eight' at its peak."

As for your physique, your muscle density far exceeds that of ordinary people, and should reach around 'nine'.

In summary, that's between seventeen and eighteen.

Xilun did not refute.

He took a deep breath and instantly activated the "Great Sea Whale Guiding Technique".

Deep blue energy surged wildly through his body like a tsunami, and at the same time, all the muscles in his body tensed up as he began to exert force.

Lund reached out his other hand and firmly grasped the palm that Xilun was swinging out.

Feeling the violent force emanating from Xilun's body, Lund nodded thoughtfully: "Hmm, about right, just as I predicted..."

However, he hadn't finished speaking.

Xilun gasped sharply.

The next moment, the pale blue electrical charge that had been suppressed on his body surface began to surge into his body like rivers flowing into the sea.

The "external circulation" and the "internal circulation" are instantly connected at this moment!

Two completely different, yet equally violent energies began a fierce clash in Xilun's meridians and muscles!

Xilun instantly felt a terrifying tearing sensation that almost ripped him to pieces.

A massive, uncontrollable, rampaging force was raging through his body.

"what!"

Despite enduring inhuman pain, Xilun's eyes instantly turned bloodshot.

He let out a beastly growl, unleashing the destructive force generated by the clash of energies along his arm and shooting it towards Lund without reservation!

"boom!"

Lund's expression changed drastically in that instant!

His casual stance was instantly shattered as his feet slammed into the floor, creating two deep craters.

He gripped Xilun's hands tightly with both hands, his eyes wide open, staring intently at Xilun.

The power that Xilun unleashed at this moment was simply unbelievable even to him, a third-tier extraordinary being!

That force was like a devastating mudslide, violent and domineering, as if it wanted to tear apart all obstacles in its path.

Take a breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

This terrifying stalemate lasted for a full fifteen breaths.

"call--"

Fifteen breaths later, Xilun suddenly deflated like a punctured balloon.

All his strength was drained away, his legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the floor.

He was panting heavily, his forehead covered with large beads of sweat, looking as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

"How are you... Teacher?" Xilun weakly raised his head and asked breathlessly.

Lund stood there, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

He looked at his hands, which were slightly numb from the shock, his eyes filled with disbelief and astonishment.

He pondered for a long time before finally exhaling a long breath, his voice even trembling slightly:

"If all of this hadn't actually happened in front of me, I simply wouldn't have believed it."

Lund looked at Siron, who was lying paralyzed on the ground, as if he were looking at a monster:

"Just now... the strength and physical power you unleashed almost completely exceeded the limits of your current body, like an ancient beast going berserk! It was wild and extremely domineering!"

"If we measure the values ​​according to standards like those used for testing monuments..."

Lund took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, and said, word by word, "At least double ten! And it's the absolute limit!"

That terrifying realm where one can almost tear apart genetic shackles with sheer physical strength, directly undergoing a second baptism!

A glint of fervor flashed in Lund's eyes: "Even Rose from the Platinum Club, in terms of pure explosive power, can't compare to the brilliance you displayed just now!"

This can be considered the absolute limit of a first-tier body!

Xilun lay exhausted on the floor, listening to Lund's assessment, silently muttering to himself, "The limit..."

That was indeed the absolute limit that his current body could withstand.