Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Forced to retreat, Rose felt an unprecedented humiliation, and his anger was completely ignited.

His pride as a nobleman and his self-respect as a prodigy would never allow him to be defeated by a commoner!

"Wind and ice strangulation!"

Ross roared, and his twin blades erupted with an even more terrifying light. He recklessly squeezed out all the blood and energy in his body, turning it into a blizzard, and took the initiative to meet Xilun's spearhead.

Bang bang bang bang!

In just three breaths, the two exchanged more than ten moves in a flash.

Without exception.

With each collision, Xilun's violent force, imbued with lightning, tore through Ross's defenses, causing Ross's internal organs to churn violently, forcing him to endure the recoil damage.

Ross's bones were groaning, his body uncontrollably being blasted backward time and time again.

Although it was still some distance from the edge of the ring, this was definitely an extremely dangerous sign.

"Give me a refund!"

Ross's forehead veins bulged, and a tidal wave of icy wind surged forth as he attempted to use his unparalleled agility to suppress Xiren.

He succeeded.

The twin blades, like phantoms, occasionally tore through Xilun's flesh, sending up sprays of blood.

Unfortunately, it was just a minor cut.

In this berserk state, Siren seemed to have completely blocked out the sense of pain. Even if his spear only grazed Ross's body, the terrifying lightning and immense force could directly injure his bones and muscles, causing Ross to feel a suffocating pain.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In just ten breaths.

For the audience, it was a visual feast; but for Rose, it was like falling into a hell from which he could not wake up.

The man in front of me is not some extraordinary being at all, but the most violent and terrifying mutant in the world!

An irresistible force, an indelible will.

Rose's pride was shattered bit by bit. He was resentful, humiliated, and furious!

"Ahhhhh!"

With a mournful roar, the ice blade slashed out, barely managing to block the heavy spear.

Immediately afterwards, the wind blade drew a deadly arc without regard for anything else.

Under this desperate outburst, Xilun's offensive finally revealed a slight flaw, and he was defeated in one move.

Just as the Siren offensive stalled slightly...

The violent backlash from the dual-cycle counteraction finally erupted within him like a flood bursting its banks.

Blood vessels were about to burst, and internal organs felt as if they were being scorched by flames.

Unimaginable pain crashed against his mind like a tsunami, his vision began to blur, and he almost lost consciousness.

"Only five breaths left..."

Xilun roared in despair and madness in his heart.

On the other side, Rose had bloodshot eyes and looked like a madman.

Although covered in blood, his fearless and extreme aura showed no sign of complete defeat.

If this drags on any longer, Xilun will be the first to die!

No refunds!

Xilun bit his tongue, and with that last bit of clarity, he forced his body, which was stiff from the pain, to turn around, and poured all his remaining strength into his hands.

The spear, like a towering jade pillar, crashed down with a deafening roar!

This blow was as heavy as a thousand pounds.

when!

Ross hastily raised his twin swords to parry.

The immense force traveled down through the blade, causing his knees to buckle and he could no longer bear it. He coughed up a mouthful of blood and swayed as he fell backward.

They finally broke through!

Xilun seized this fleeting opportunity, his spear sweeping across the air with a fierce motion, tearing through the mist and wind surrounding Ross as if slicing through butter.

boom!

The ground of the training ground collapsed completely under this blow, creating a huge crater.

Ross barely managed to roll away from the deadly gunshot, panting heavily, preparing to regroup and launch another attack.

But in that very instant...

Xilun's bloodshot eyes were fixed on him.

The mental energy deep within his brain was extracted without reservation, and with a slight movement of his lips, he completed a rapid chant.

Just 0.3 seconds!

A magical rope, emitting a faint glow, flashed through the air like a venomous snake emerging from its hole.

Although Ross was seriously injured, he was still on high alert and guarded against Xilun's spear. However, he never expected that the opponent could still cast a magic spell when he was on the verge of complete exhaustion of physical strength and blood!

Caught off guard.

The light surged upwards, and the magic rope instantly bound Ross's hands, which were crossed in front of his chest!

Ross's eyes widened in shock.

With his hands bound and his strength cut off, he was unable to immediately organize an effective defense!

"It's over." Siren's icy voice seemed to come from hell.

The thick alloy spear swept out fiercely with a sharp whistling sound!

boom!!!

Without any obstruction, the spear struck Ross squarely in the chest.

The noble young master, dressed in pristine white, seemed to have been reduced to a rag doll made of paper, as he was violently slammed away by this terrifying force!

The sound of bones breaking could be clearly heard inside the dojo.

Ross's body traced a tragic arc in mid-air before crashing heavily onto the edge of the training platform, sinking deep into the rubble, his fate unknown.

This moment.

Tens of thousands of people, both on and off the stage, remained completely silent.

All the contempt, mockery, and shock were shattered by this single shot.

At the podium, Fowles nodded slightly.

The magic rope, as an extraordinary relic item, had been reported before the competition and was permitted by the rules.

He was simply surprised that Xilun had mastered the Spiritual Rope technique to such a high degree, accurately seizing that 0.3-second opening in the ever-changing extreme death battle.

but.

Fowles' gaze swept over the motionless figure in the deep pit, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"The competition isn't over yet..."

In the stands, everyone stared intently at the large crater that had been created by a single shot.

"Could it be... that Xilun is going to win?" someone muttered to themselves, their throat dry.

boom!

Before he could finish speaking, Xiren, standing in the center of the ring, suddenly collapsed to the ground.

He barely managed to prop himself up by using the butt of his gun to brace himself against the ground.

The time for the dual-cycle counter-current had reached its limit, and he could no longer resist the backlash from the two violent energies within his body.

The moment the magic was unlocked, the terrifying aura emanating from him plummeted like a deflated balloon.

Blood flowed uncontrollably from his seven orifices, dripping down his chin onto the stone slab.

"Huff... huff..."

Xilun was breathing heavily, each breath carrying a strong smell of blood.

His injuries were no less severe than Rose's.

The audience's hearts felt as if they were being gripped by a giant hand.

The two players on stage were both in a state of extreme weakness and near death from serious injuries. The suspense of this final match remained extremely tight even after both sides had revealed all their cards!

"It's not... over yet...!?"

Xiren gritted his teeth and looked up at the edge of the ring.

wow-

The sound of gravel rolling down could be heard.

The figure, covered in blood and dressed in crimson, managed to stand up, bit by bit, by supporting himself with his elbows on the ground!

Ross's physical body had been tempered to its limit, and even after taking a heavy shot head-on, he still did not lose consciousness.

The aura emanating from him was still swirling, but it was as faint as a candle flickering in the wind.

He slowly raised his head.

That once handsome and refined face was now swollen and bloody, with a large dent in his chest.

But his eyes were as ferocious and crazed as a wild beast driven to the brink of despair!

Gone is the aristocratic air of superiority, gone is the unhurried elegance.

"Silon—"

Ross let out a distorted roar from his hoarse throat, as if he wanted to chew the name up and swallow it.

"I'm going to... kill you!!!"

With trembling hands, he slowly raised the last remaining weapon, the Heavenly Frost Sorrow.

Xilun's body had no strength left.

The muscles are spasming, the bones are protesting.

But he still clenched his blood-soaked teeth.

Come on.

He forced out a low response from deep in his throat, frantically squeezing out the last bit of strength from his depleted body.

He slowly raised his spear.

The gun was shaking violently in mid-air. Under normal circumstances, such an unstable gun-holding posture would definitely be ridiculed.

But at this very moment.

Not a single person in the tens of thousands of people in the audience could laugh.

Even the arrogant nobles showed a hint of emotion and awe in their eyes.

What a terrifying fighting spirit!

"kill!"

Ross, dragging his broken body, brandished his long sword and limped but resolutely charged toward Xilun.

The last wisp of electrical charge around Xilun's body clung to the gun as he staggered forward.

The gale raged one last time, then finally subsided.

The lightning flashed one last time before fading into complete darkness.

The two of them had fought to the point where they could no longer even maintain their strength!

when!

Knives and guns clashed together.

Without the aid of physical strength, it was just a pure, ordinary clash of metal.

When they could no longer even lift their weapons, the two of them clashed together with their bare hands, like two wild beasts crashing into each other!

Fists, elbows, knees, even teeth.

They tore and roared, rolling and fighting in the pool of blood.

The stands were deathly silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, frozen in place.

Who could have imagined that a competition for novice knights would eventually turn into such a primitive and brutal scene?

This is no contest; it's two demons who have abandoned everything and are fighting desperately for survival and faith in a hopeless situation!

Xilun's spiritual power was completely exhausted, and the magic rope had long since snapped.

My brain felt so sore it felt like it was going to explode, and my hands were gradually losing strength.

Finally, he tripped and fell backward.

Rose, who had been dominated throughout the game, finally revealed a wretched smile at this moment.

Even though he was exhausted and his life was nearing its end, he persevered to the very end.

He threw himself on Xilun, gripping the hilt of Tian Shuang's Sorrowful Blade tightly with both hands, the tip of the blade aimed straight at Xilun's throat.

Xiren raised his hands and gripped Ross's wrist tightly, using all his strength to deflect the blade away from vital areas.

"Pfft!"

The cold blade pierced deeply into Xilun's left shoulder!

Fresh blood gushed out.

Ross pressed down on top, his face contorted in a grimace, attempting to push the blade down further.

Xilun was completely suppressed, but the ruthlessness in his eyes reached its peak in an instant.

He let the knife remain embedded in his shoulder, giving up any resistance to the blade.

With his freed right hand clenched into a fist, he used the last bit of core strength from his waist and abdomen to slam his fist hard into Ross's face!

boom!

Ross's nose broke with a snap, and the excruciating pain caused him to scream. His hands involuntarily loosened their grip on the knife handle, and he was knocked to the ground.

The longsword struck the stone slab with a crisp clang as it was withdrawn from Xilun's shoulder.

With his nearly crippled body, Xilun struggled to his feet from the pool of blood.

He looked at Ross, who was lying on the ground groaning, and brought his right index and middle fingers together.

Without a gun, his finger is the most terrifying gun in the world!

"puff!"

Two fingers thrust out like spears, precisely piercing through the muscles of Ross's raised, resisting arm.

After delivering that blow, Xiren fell backward like a puppet whose soul had been ripped out, crashing onto the water- and blood-soaked arena.

Ross rolled and struggled on the ground in agony for a while, but he too completely lost the strength to move.

The two lay there less than two meters apart, their chests heaving violently, emitting heavy, labored breaths like broken bellows.

Extremely weak.

Even so, neither of them uttered the words "I give up".

"You mustn't faint...you absolutely mustn't faint..."

Xilun frantically warned himself in his heart.

If a person falls into a coma, they will be judged as having lost the match.

He repeated this over and over, his fingers digging into the cracks in the stone slab, letting his nails crack.

"Just one step away... just one last step... no one can stop me..."

"You must...hold on..."

On the podium.

Beren looked at Fowles, his eyes full of questions.

Fowles' expression changed, he took a deep breath and shook his head.

Since neither of them has admitted defeat nor is completely unconscious, then... the match can only continue!

the other side.

Ross let out a dying, beast-like whimper.

His left hand, which hadn't been crippled, was gripping the ground tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hand, as he desperately tried to stand up again with terrifying willpower.

The audience watched as the pool of blood gradually turned dark red, and as the two blood-soaked figures writhed and struggled, their eyes reddening.

Too tragic!

Ordinary baptists who suffer such injuries would have long since met their demise.

Yet they were still trying to get up and finish off the other side.

Xilun's vision was completely obscured by blood.

His consciousness began to drift away.

In a daze, he seemed to see that cold, snowy day again.

His mother abandoned him in the snow, her eyes filled with disgust and despair, blaming him for not winning his father's favor.

He almost thought he would freeze to death that winter night.

He is Xilun, and also Li Zaiming, who possesses memories of another life.

But his current obsession belongs to Xilun.

He must win.

He wanted to cross this class divide; he wanted to gain power that belonged to him.

He had to stand before his high and mighty biological father—the Duke of Storms—and ask him directly:

Why treat this mother and child so cruelly?!

"Ughhhhh!!!"

A strange cry, like weeping blood, burst from Xilun's throat.

He gritted his teeth and groaned, managing to prop himself up from the ground!

"It's not...it's not over yet!!"

He stood up unsteadily.

On the other side, Ross, driven by his unwavering commitment to noble honor, also managed to get up, pushing himself off the ground.

Two bloodied figures staggered toward each other on this ruined arena.

There were no words, no moves.

The two collided again.

Ross tackled Xiren and punched him in the face.

Xilun gritted his teeth and endured it, then rolled over and pinned Ross down, retaliating with a fierce punch.

boom! boom! boom!

The force of the punch was less than that of an ordinary street thug.

But everyone who witnessed this scene felt a soul-stirring shock.

They squeezed the last bit of potential from their bodies and even their souls, determined to tear each other apart to death.

Xilun closed his eyes; he could no longer see the scene before him.

But he sensed a faint, free-floating electrical charge in the air.

He took a deep breath, drawing the wisp of electrical charge into his body, which then flowed through his meridians to his right fist.

Rose, too, exhausted himself, throwing his final punch.

Xilen did not dodge; he took Ross's punch head-on, his head snapping back.

But as he fell, his right fist slammed solidly into Rose's chin!

Shila-

A faint, silvery-blue arc of electricity spread across Ross's body.

This became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

Ross let out a final, painful groan, his eyes rolled back, and he lost consciousness completely, collapsing limply in a pool of blood.

Xilun fell heavily to the ground.

silence.

Absolute silence lasting ten seconds.

From the ruins came the extremely weak but continuous breathing of Xilun.

He used all his strength to turn over, looked at Ross who had already fainted, and forced a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"Hmm...it seems...it's me..."

He made weak, intermittent sounds, persisting in the action with sheer willpower.

"It was me... who won..."

In mid-air, Brennan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He took a deep breath, and his voice, amplified by the force of his breath, carried throughout the entire lower city.

"Ross is in a coma."

"In this battle—Siren wins!"