Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Below the stage, Daisy gripped her skirt tightly with both hands, her eyes fixed on the ring, and said with a pained expression:

"It seems like things are going badly; Xilun is being constantly pressured."

Mentor Lund crossed his arms, frowned slightly, and analyzed in a deep voice:

"In a head-on confrontation, Xilun's strength and foundation are indeed three points inferior to Li An's."

However, if Ang Lee's performance is only this level, then if the game drags on, Celia will undoubtedly win in the end.

His stamina and terrifying physical resistance were enough to wear down his opponent.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Iron Cross members around him were somewhat surprised. Faced with such a suffocating offensive, how could their mentor say that Xiren could still win?

In the Silver Hand's rest area, Li Lei watched Xiren retreating on the stage and let out a long sigh of relief.

He secretly thought to himself, "Fortunately, everything is under control."

Xiao An hadn't even used his true killing move, the "Soul-Shattering Blade Technique," yet he was already able to suppress and force Xilun back with sheer force. It seemed victory was assured.

Li Lei has an extremely sharp eye; he can see Xilun's fighting talent.

"Although there is not a single problem with this Xilun's perception, experience, and response to danger."

Within the range of that spear's swing, his defense was impeccable.

But his overall abilities are ultimately far inferior to Xiao An's. Brute force can overcome any skill; I worried about Xiao An for nothing.

"Bang!"

On the stage, the two forces erupted once again, and the huge recoil pushed the two of them apart.

The difference is that Ang Lee only took two steps back before firmly landing himself.

He gripped the knife with both hands, pointing it diagonally at the ground, and coldly surveyed the situation opposite him.

Xilun, on the other hand, slid backward under the impact, taking seven or eight steps back. When he was only four or five steps away from falling off the edge of the ring, he barely managed to stab his spear into the stone slab and steady himself.

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently.

Ang Lee looked down at the disheveled Xilun like a supreme monarch, raised his head, and said in a judgmental tone, "Warm-up is over. You can get off now."

Xilun slowly pulled the spear out of the stone slab.

His mind flashed and replayed all of Li An's attack moves, power habits, and energy flow patterns like a slideshow.

He nodded slightly, a cold smile playing on his lips: "Yes, I've tested you enough."

Upon hearing this, the murderous intent in Li An's eyes exploded completely.

He gripped the hilt of the knife tightly with both hands, and as he concentrated intensely, a layer of pale, bone-like energy began to condense eerily on the blade that was burning with bright red flames.

This layer of air blade is not projected outwards, but rather adheres tightly to the blade, radiating a chilling cutting force.

The next moment, Li An raised his battle sword high, and his whole body transformed into a whirlwind of pale and crimson, sweeping towards Xilun.

"Soul-Shattering Blade Technique!"

As he chanted in a deep voice, the surrounding air seemed to be sliced ​​apart by the sharpest blade, emitting a hissing sound that made one's teeth ache.

This strike was three times more powerful than the previous fiery slash!

In Li Lei's view, this strike was more than enough to defeat Xilun.

The swirling blade shadows and auras unleashed a terrifying storm of power on the arena, forcing Xilun's hard-won momentum to retreat step by step.

In the blink of an eye, the deadly blade was already close to Xilun's side.

Below the stage, Xiu Kuo, watching Li An's move, couldn't help but frown and ask Li Lei for advice:

"Guild Master, why is the Soul Shattering Blade Technique so terrifyingly powerful in Young Master Li An's hands?"

Li Lei smiled and stroked his beard, explaining smugly:

"Of the several top-notch fighting techniques treasured in the club, Xiao An's mastery of the others is mediocre."

Only this Soul Shattering Blade Technique is a perfect match for Xiao An's attack style and strength characteristics!

The Seven Soul-Shattering Blades are stacked upon each other, multiplying their power.

If he can unleash his seventh strike, he can easily cleave through top-tier Tier 1 extraordinary armor.

I think even a monster like Ross would have to be extremely focused to defeat Xiao An when facing the Seven Soul-Shattering Blades.

Just when everyone thought that Xilun was about to be defeated by this earth-shattering blow.

At the edge of the ring, Xiren's eyes flashed with an intense madness, yet remained remarkably rational.

His entire focus was completely absorbed.

After a night of rest, the violent electrical charges hidden deep within his muscle fibers began to slowly activate according to his will.

"Internal circulation, activate!"

"External circulation, integration!"

"Double cycle...hedging! Riot!"

Xilun roared madly in his heart.

In an instant, it was as if a bomb had exploded inside his body.

The profound and powerful energy of the giant whale from the deep sea collided violently with the violent and destructive silver-blue electrical charge within the body's meridians!

This extremely dangerous energy clash caused Siron's body to begin a terrible tearing and rampage.

However, in exchange for this devastating pain, an unparalleled and formidable power that transcends the limits of human genes is gained!

The moment Li An brought his sword to strike, his eyebrows twitched instinctively.

His genius-level intuition allowed him to detect an extremely strong danger signal from Xiren.

But he didn't believe he would lose, and he didn't believe that Xilun could withstand the Soul Shattering Blade Technique.

He immediately sneered and slashed the blade mercilessly toward Xilun's neck.

He truly wanted to behead Xilun in full view of everyone to vent his hatred!

However, just as the pale blade was about to touch the skin, a long, pale silver spear swept across with incredible speed, like a dragon emerging from the sea.

The gun exuded an extremely fierce aura!

The pale blue electric arc and the deep blue energy merged perfectly together. The two completely different energies intertwined and rotated, unleashing a destructive force that crashed onto the blade.

"clang--!!"

The moment the blades clashed, Xilun's eyes turned bloodshot. He roared, and the muscles in his arms swelled up instantly. With the force of Mount Tai crashing down, the spear slammed down!

Ang Lee's expression suddenly changed drastically.

He never expected that the force of that shot would be so terrifying!

The force was like a falling meteorite, smashing his hands so hard that the tiger's mouth was instantly torn open, and blood gushed out.

His proud first Soul-Shattering Strike was actually smashed back by the force of the blow, causing Li An to stagger back two steps uncontrollably.

"Boom! Crack!"

The crackling of lightning echoed continuously across the arena.

Ang Lee has no way out. Once the Seven Soul-Shattering Blades are unleashed, they must be used continuously.

He gritted his teeth and slashed forward again with his second blade, roaring inwardly:

"No matter what tricks you have up your sleeve, you have absolutely no chance of winning against absolute swordsmanship!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

In the blink of an eye, three more lightning-fast slashes came down.

Each cut was heavier and sharper than the last.

However, Xilun's response was outrageously simple—he simply gripped his big gun with both hands and unleashed a flurry of blows and smashes!

At this moment, Xilun's skin was flushed red, and the veins on his forehead and neck were bulging, like earthworms wriggling.

His body seemed to be under extreme pressure, on the verge of collapse.

He clenched his teeth tightly, blood spilling from his mouth, yet he stubbornly persisted in this state of energy-torn, turbulent, and physically-pushing confrontation.

The spear, wielded by him, swept out like a raging storm. Its terrifying force and numbing arcs of electricity not only shattered the Soul-Shattering Blade's light but also, in turn, completely suppressed Li An!

The Seven Soul-Shattering Blades have already spun six times in the blink of an eye.

However, despite the six strikes that were enough to shatter even the strongest experts, Li An not only failed to gain any advantage, but the look of terror on his face continued to widen.

Despite this, Xilun on the other side was still suppressing him, and his momentum was unstoppable, with each shot becoming more ferocious than the last.

Xilun was enveloped in lightning, like a raging beast crawling out of hell. With each swing of his spear, he relentlessly encroached on Li An's living space.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Under Xilun's frenzied gunfire, smashing, and sweeping attacks, Li An's luxurious combat uniform was torn apart, and deep, bone-revealing bloodstains continued to appear on his body. His injuries worsened rapidly, and he retreated step by step.

The next moment, Ang Lee was driven to the brink of despair.

His eyes were filled with tears of blood. With the last ounce of strength and resentment in his body, he frantically poured all his vital energy into the blade, and roared mournfully:

"The seventh strike! Soul Shatter!!!"

This blow drained Ang Lee of his energy and spirit.

The pale blade light instantly grew to three meters long, carrying a deathly aura that could cut through everything, and slashed down!

Faced with this fatal blow, Xilun also used up the last bit of strength squeezed out by the double-cycle counter-attack.

He gripped the butt of the gun tightly with both hands and let out a roar that shook the entire dojo:

"Stop the water!!"

The airflow in front of him was violently torn apart by the spear, and a gale surged.

His entire body appeared somewhat small under the oppressive force of that terrifying, soul-shattering blade light, yet the fighting spirit in his eyes was anything but weak.

The gun's momentum was like fire, its fury soaring to the sky! Even though Li An's blade was burning with the flames of unleashing fury, Xi Lun was fearless and faced the challenge head-on.

The gun instantly pierced through the rainbow, transforming into a silver-blue lightning bolt that shot straight towards the arrogant young nobleman in front of him. It collided head-on with the three-meter-long Soul-Shattering Blade in mid-air without any fancy flourishes.

"boom--!!!"

A deafening roar, beyond description, resounded across the training ground like thunder from the heavens.

The hearts of all the spectators in the stands skipped a beat at that moment, and some even covered their ears in pain.

Amidst the sound, two forces that had been accumulating to their maximum strength suddenly erupted.

A terrifying energy storm swept across the entire arena, and the blade's edge and the spear's power annihilated each other at the core of their collision.

The stone slabs on the arena shattered instantly, turning into billowing white stone dust and smoke, which completely enveloped the two combatants like a thick fog, obscuring everyone's view.

The stands were deathly silent.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the final result.

From within the white mist, faint cracking sounds could be heard, like some kind of sturdy weapon groaning under the pressure.

After three or four breaths, the teeth-grinding sound gradually stopped.

In the thick white fog, the sounds of collision gradually weakened and eventually subsided completely.

The entire dojo was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Gradually, only two breaths, one strong and one weak, could be heard emanating from that chaos.

A gentle breeze swept across the dome of the Daewoo Dojo, and the white mist on the arena began to dissipate.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the center of the arena.

As the fog dissipated, a thin figure came into view.

Xilun braced his spear against the ground, struggling to keep himself from collapsing.

His clothes were tattered and covered in fine beads of blood.

After cutting off the counteracting charge in his body and withdrawing it into the external circulation, he finally could not bear the excruciating pain of his muscles tearing apart, and his body trembled uncontrollably in the wind.

But he still managed to stand up straight, his cold eyes fixed on the front.

Ten meters directly opposite him, Li An lay covered in blood in a pile of rubble.

The terrifying force that just now almost destroyed all the qi and blood defenses in his body.

Ang Lee's eyes were filled with disbelief and despair. He struggled to get up, his trembling fingers desperately reaching for the "Pale Howl" that had fallen to the side.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the hilt of the knife.

Despite the excruciating pain, Xilun took a step forward and thrust his spear forward with a sudden, powerful thrust.

"clang!"

The knife was precisely flicked away, flying more than ten meters away.

Immediately afterwards, Xilun's eyes sharpened, and he swung the gun upwards like an iron rod, slamming the shaft heavily into Li An's chest.

"Bang!"

Li An's rag doll-like body was flung into the air, over the edge of the ring, and crashed heavily onto the bluestone floor below.

"puff--"

Li An let out a scream as mouthfuls of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed out. Then his head lolled to the side, and he lost consciousness completely.

The entire room fell silent.

It took a full five seconds for the deputy curator, Beren, standing on the high platform, to recover from the shock of the ending.

He took a deep breath and announced in a loud voice:

"Ang Lee gets beaten up while performing on the action stage!"

"Iron Cross Club, Siren... wins this match!"

Almost the instant Vice Gym Leader Belang finished speaking, the entire Daewoo Dojo fell into an eerily silent atmosphere.

This deathly silence was like the suffocating low pressure on the sea before a storm, weighing heavily on everyone's heart.

In the stands of the Silver Hand Club, everyone stood frozen as if under a spell, their eyes fixed on Li An, who lay outside the ring, covered in blood, his fate unknown.

"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible!"

Li Lei, who was over fifty years old, had a face that was always gloomy and calculating, but now it was pale and bloodless.

His lips trembled violently, and his fingers gripped the iron railing in front of the stands so tightly that his nails even cracked and bled, but he seemed oblivious to it.

As the leader of the Silver Hand, he knew his son's strength better than anyone else.

Ang Lee is a strong favorite to win the championship, with a comprehensive score of 19. He has also mastered the domineering Seven Soul-Shattering Blades technique to perfection.

Just now, Li An clearly unleashed the seventh strike of the Soul Shattering Blade Technique—the strike powerful enough to cleave steel and shatter souls!

Under the suppression of that absolute power, how could Xilun, a peasant with a total value of only fifteen, possibly survive?

How could he possibly unleash such a terrifying counterattack at the last moment, forcefully sending Li An, along with his knife, flying off the stage?

This scene, which overturned all common sense and cognition, left Li Lei's mind blank, and the unexpected blow made him feel dizzy.

Only when he saw Li An lying among the rubble, convulsing in agony, large chunks of internal organs gushing from his mouth along with blood, did Li Lei awaken as if from a dream and let out a piercing roar:

"Xiao An! Quick! Get Xiao An out of the car! Call the best doctor! Do everything you can to stabilize his heart!"