Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Li Lei rushed down from the stands like a madman, and several instructors from the Silver Hand followed him in a panic.

They frantically grabbed some first-aid supplies, carefully lifted Li An's almost broken body onto a stretcher, and rushed towards the dojo's medical room.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring, in the rest area of ​​the Iron Cross Club.

Renn, Fester, and the others were stunned for a full half minute.

Their gazes lingered for a long time on the gaunt figure on the stage, leaning on a long spear, covered in blood yet still standing tall, before they exchanged a glance.

The next second, an uncontrollable ecstasy erupted like a volcanic eruption among the Iron Cross members!

"We won! We won!"

"Sirlen beat Li An! Oh my god, Sirlen is in the final!"

Renn was so excited that tears streamed down his face. He waved his rough hands wildly in the air, and his voice became hoarse with extreme excitement.

The Iron Cross Club has been at the bottom for five consecutive years, enduring countless cold stares and ridicule. The heavy burden of the knowledge tax has almost suffocated them.

Today, Xilun is like a lightning bolt that pierces the night, sweeping away all the humiliation and despair.

Mentor Lund remained seated throughout, his expression seemingly calm, but his slightly trembling fingers betrayed the turmoil within him.

His deep gaze pierced through the crowd and landed on Xilun on the stage.

"This kid actually did it..." Lund sighed almost inaudibly to himself.

He knew that Xilun had an extraordinary trump card, and that the strange energy clash could unleash power beyond the limit.

However, the price to pay is the excruciating pain of tearing muscles and meridians, and the relentless exploitation of physical strength, which is something that ordinary people cannot endure.

Although Xilun is currently standing, its internal depletion must have reached an extremely dangerous level.

"Is this kind of madness, this willingness to live towards death, really something a boy not even twenty years old should have?" A hint of regret flashed in Lund's eyes.

At the same time, after the initial shock, the tens of thousands of spectators in the stands finally erupted into a tsunami-like uproar.

The entire Daewoo Dojo seemed to have its dome blown off, the noise was extremely loud, and there were gasps and incredulous exclamations everywhere.

"Did you see that? What technique did Xilun use just now! What exactly was that pale blue light? How did his aura become so terrifying in an instant!"

"That's outrageous! He actually suppressed Li An head-on with pure brute force! That's the Soul-Shattering Blade Technique! If it were me, I would have been cleaved in two with the first strike!"

"Seven strikes, the sword energy stacked to its limit. Even against Ross, Ross would not have an easy time with this move! But Xilun actually used a long spear to smash that three-meter-long sword energy to pieces! Has Xilun been hiding his strength all along?"

"How much more do we not know about him? A combined score of only fifteen? Fifteen to hell! The testing stone is definitely broken!"

The murmurs from the audience grew louder and louder, and all eyes were on the boy who had stepped off the stage.

Since the beginning of this junior knight fighting tournament, Siren has consistently created terrifying miracles time and time again, despite being an underdog from the bottom.

Now, in the semi-finals, he once again amazed everyone, bringing them an unparalleled visual shock.

In this world, regardless of one's position, who doesn't enjoy watching this kind of underdog-overthrowing drama?

Who doesn't love watching a story of the underdog triumphing over the strong and trampling down a genius?

At this moment, someone suddenly realized what was happening and shouted:

"Wait! Look at the rankings! Sillen won, so Ang Lee will have to compete with the loser for third place. Iron Cross Fight Club, on the other hand, is guaranteed at least a top-two finish!"

Upon hearing this, those around him gasped again.

Iron Cross Club, which was originally ranked eighth and considered the worst by everyone, is now ranked second at the very least!

This is a major earthquake in the Victorian Empire's fighting world!

The gazes of the crowd looking towards the Silver Hand were now tinged with a hint of regret and pity.

If Ang Lee loses the third-place match due to his ongoing injury, the once-invincible Silver Hand Club will fall from grace and be relegated to fourth place.

As the two left the arena, the white mist and rubble on the stage were quickly cleaned up by the staff.

A moment later, Vice Director Belang, standing on the high platform, pressed down with his hands, his deep voice carrying throughout the entire venue:

"Semi-final Match 2! Platinum Club, Rose vs. Blackthorn Club, Colley!"

With heavy steps, Xiren walked back to the Iron Cross rest area.

His muscles were still spasming uncontrollably, and the deep, bone-revealing knife wound on his left arm was still oozing blood, staining his clothes a dark red.

Just as he sat down, preparing to take out the ointment to treat his wound, Daisy, who had been sitting on the edge of the stands, suddenly appeared over.

She lifted the hem of her pale yellow dress, swayed her legs slightly, and looked at Xilun's tired yet cold profile, a complex light flickering in her eyes.

She waited until Xilun was seated before speaking softly:

"Congratulations, Sir Knight."

Upon hearing this, Xilun paused for a moment before realizing the meaning behind Daisy's words.

Yes, having defeated Ang Lee to advance to the finals, regardless of whether the final result is first or second, I have already secured a place in the top three.

In other words, according to the laws of the empire and the rules of the dojo, he will inevitably be granted the title of "Knight"!

Even if he is only the lowest-ranking junior knight, it means that he has completely crossed the class divide and is no longer a commoner who was like grass.

The title of knight carries immense weight on this continent.

At least it granted two extremely core privileges: first, the right to legally possess extraordinary firearms and heavy weapons, no longer needing to hide like gangsters; second, and most importantly, when facing the high and mighty noble class, knights finally had a sliver of confidence to resist.

If an ordinary civilian were killed without cause in the street by a baron, the baron might only have to pay a very small fine and wouldn't even need to go to court.

However, killing a registered knight would be far more troublesome, potentially leading to imprisonment or even the stripping of one's noble status.

For Xilun, a man from the bottom of society who constantly walks on the edge of life and death, this title is his greatest talisman for survival.

Siren took a deep breath, nodded slightly to Daisy, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Thank you."

Just as they were talking, the second semi-final match on stage officially began.

In the center of the ring, Platinum Club's ace, Rose, stood quietly.

Today he was wearing a pure white high-necked combat suit, with a long sword inlaid with precious gems hanging at his waist.

His expression was eerily calm, his head slightly bowed as if deep in thought, never once looking directly at his opponent.

Even though his opponent was Colley, who was also a top favorite to win the championship and was known as the ultimate in physical strength.

Cole's body was extremely muscular, standing over two meters tall, with muscles that looked like they were made of hard rocks pieced together, exuding explosive power.

He held a two-hundred-pound black iron hammer in each hand, standing on the arena like an iron tower.

Seeing Ross's arrogant attitude, Cole did not get angry, but said in a deep voice, "Please enlighten me, young master Ross."

Ross slightly raised his chin and nodded without any modesty.

His gaze was cold and arrogant, like a god looking down on a slightly stronger ant, ignoring all obstacles in his path.

"boom!"

The next moment, Cole's massive body slammed off the ground, and he hurtled towards Ross like a runaway heavy steam train.

He raised the black iron hammer high with both hands, creating a violent gust of wind, and slammed it down hard on Ross's head.

Faced with this terrifying blow that could shatter the city walls, Ross's eyes remained completely unmoved.

Only then did he slowly place his hand on the hilt of the sword, and with a clear, metallic sound, the long sword was drawn.

Ross dodged the deadly hammer with a ghostly sidestep, then raised the back of his blade and precisely parried the hammer's joint, effortlessly neutralizing the first wave of ferocious attacks.

Immediately afterward, Ross's eyes sharpened, and the longsword in his hand transformed into a white lightning bolt, slashing directly below Cole's arm.

The back of the blade carried a continuous, subtle force, pressing firmly against Cole's wrist, instantly depriving him of his leverage point when he tried to raise the second heavy hammer.

Then, Rose began to swing his knife repeatedly.

His movements weren't fast, even giving the impression of leisurely strolling. But each swing of his knife precisely struck the weak point in Cole's power at the very moment he was about to exert force.

As soon as Cole raised the hammer, the violent force was forcefully suppressed.

Seven moves! Only seven moves!

After seven moves, Ross's aura suddenly changed, and the light from his blade surged instantly. He seemed to have formed an extremely mysterious "blade aura" on the arena.

As he brought down his blade, the surrounding air instantly became viscous, as if clouds and mist were swirling around the arena. Amidst the swirling winds, the surrounding atmosphere formed a unique and terrifying aura, suppressing Cole across from him as if it were a tangible force.

Cole roared and slammed his double hammers down wildly, but they were easily deflected and neutralized by Ross's cloud-like blade strikes, as if they had been thrown into the sea.

Ross gripped the hilt of his knife with both hands, his body suddenly halting. He looked at Cole, who was already covered in sweat and in disarray, and calmly said, "It's over."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Ross slashed horizontally with his longsword.

With this single slash, it seemed as if the clouds, mountains, rivers, and space before him were mercilessly sliced ​​apart by the pale white blade of light.

The blade seemed to carry a terrifying aura that devoured life force, slicing directly through Corleone's supposedly indestructible body.

Kolei is known as the monster with the best physical defense among monsters of the same level!

However, when he was struck head-on by this blade, his eyes widened instantly, and his massive body stiffened abruptly.

With a soft "crack," Cole gritted his teeth, cold sweat pouring down his forehead like a waterfall.

To his horror, he discovered that his hands could no longer exert any strength, and the eight-hundred-pound iron hammer slipped from his grasp and crashed heavily to the ground.

Immediately afterward, Cole's knees buckled, and his massive body crashed onto the rubble of the arena. A horrifying, half-meter-long, deep gash in his chest was gushing blood.

After only a dozen or so rounds of fighting, the outcome was decided!

Compared to the brutal, bloody, and nearly fatal battle between Sirius and Ang Lee, Ross's fight was far too easy and effortless; he didn't even break a sweat.

The entire arena fell into dead silence once again, everyone stunned by Rose's unfathomable strength.

After confirming that Cole was incapacitated, Vice-Director Beren stepped forward and loudly announced:

"In this match, Platinum Club, Rose... wins!"

After a pause, Beren looked around and announced loudly again:

"The semi-finals of the Junior Knight Fighting Tournament have officially concluded! Given that all participants have sustained injuries of varying degrees, the dojo has granted a three-day rest period."

Three days later, the battle for third and fourth place, as well as the final match, will take place!

As the voice faded, the crowd below the stage slowly dispersed, but the shock on everyone's faces lingered for a long time.

In the Iron Cross's rest area, Renn looked at Siren's pale face and asked worriedly from behind, "Siren, how are your injuries? Have you suffered any internal injuries?"

As Xilun tore open his blood-stained sleeve, he calmly replied, "The internal injuries are alright, the main ones are the external injuries."

He knew what had just happened.

When the deep blue energy and silver-blue charge are forcibly circulated and clashed in a dual energy cycle, the violent power rampages through the body, causing considerable damage to the internal organs and meridians.

Fortunately, the "adaptive organs" he obtained from the white shark played a significant role, forcibly stabilizing the function of his internal organs, so everything was still within a tolerable range.

However, Li An's Soul-Shattering Blade Technique was truly extraordinary. The sinister, pale blade energy directly corroded his flesh, causing some of the muscles at the wound site to necrotize.

As Siren scooped out the special ointment that Renn handed him and applied it thickly to the wound with a blank expression, he listened to Fester's curious yet worried question:

"Sirlen, your opponent in the final is that monster, Rose. How confident are you of beating him?"

Upon hearing the name "Ross," Xiren stopped applying the medicine.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a chilling coldness rose in his dark, deep-sea-like eyes.

He recalled Ross's effortless strike, the natural flow of his blade, and the arrogance that made him seem to disregard everything.

Xilun closed the ointment box, exhaled a long breath, and said very calmly:

"I'm not very confident."