Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

The officer leisurely pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the brim of his hat, his gaze fixed on Ryan's face, his tone flippant:

"I think there are some trivial things you might be interested in hearing about."

"Last night, two corpses were unexpectedly discovered in that ditch-like alley of Gray Rat Street—belonging to that disgusting group of 'Black Death' fanatics."

Ryan's hand, holding the teacup, paused in mid-air for half a second before he casually blew away the foam. "Oh? Scotland Yard should award the murderer a medal, shouldn't they? After all, he saved you a lot of trouble cleaning up the mess."

"We'd be happy to do it."

The officer shrugged, leaned forward, and narrowed his gray eyes slightly. "And, a 'deadly gun' was missing from the scene."

The officer lowered his voice, "And next to where the gun originally was, there was a pool of blood that didn't belong to the deceased. According to ballistic analysis..."

"That poor bastard who took the gun must have just had a hole shot in his left shoulder, or maybe his right, though given his agility, it shouldn't have been a bullet wound to the leg or any vital organs. Don't you think so, Mr. Ryan?"

Xilun stood at the door, his palms sweating.

He felt a gaze fall on his left shoulder.

"interesting."

Raine suddenly smiled, put down his teacup, and looked at Xiren's retreating figure.

"It seems this person targeted by the Black Death is quite capable; he killed the gunman and managed to steal the gun and escape."

After finishing speaking, Ryan added:

"Ceremony, I understand. You can go back now. I'll be careful."

It turns out this police officer's name is Ciarán.

Seren stood up, put on his police cap, and straightened his collar.

You'd better be careful.

Ciarán said pointedly, "This person, who managed to fight back, seize the gun, and escape unscathed after being attacked, must be ruthless."

"Although it's a 'rotten gun' with terrible accuracy, it can still hurt you if it hits your face, since your eyes and nostrils aren't bulletproof."

After saying that, Seren whistled as she walked out of the office.

Seren's footsteps disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Raine stood up, walked around the desk, and came to Siren's side.

A powerful sense of oppression washed over me.

Xilun lowered his head, his heart pounding.

Raine reached out and gently patted Siren on the back.

"It's almost time for class."

Raine's voice was calm, revealing no emotion.

He walked past Xilun toward the door.

"If a gunshot wound is not treated in time, and the lead bullet remains lodged in the body, it can be very dangerous and can easily lead to lead poisoning."

Xilun's pupils suddenly contracted.

Renn stopped, turned his back to Xiren, and continued:

"If you don't have a gun license and your marksmanship isn't good, it's best not to use a gun like the Pepperbox, which has poor aim, in crowded places."

"It's easy to hurt yourself and also easy to get into trouble."

"At least, wait until they get close before you shoot."

Xilun felt a dryness in his throat.

He quickly turned around and explained in a somewhat hoarse voice:

"Mentor Renn, I really did fall and get injured..."

Raine didn't turn around, he just waved his hand, pushed open the door and walked out.

"Yes, I know."

I wasn't talking about you.

......

Monday of the third week.

Iron Cross Fighting Club, second floor training room.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

The two figures appeared to merge and then separated.

Kemi staggered back three steps, each step making a dull thud on the floor. He clutched his left rib, his face contorted slightly with pain, but his eyes revealed a defiant excitement.

"Silen, how come you've gotten stronger again?"

Kemi shook his slightly numb arms, like an enraged brown bear, and assumed an attack stance again. "I haven't been idle these past few days. I had my dad stew a lot of beef for me when I got home, and I feel like my strength has increased significantly. Let's go again!"

Xilun stood still, his expression calm.

He was wearing a black training uniform. Although he wasn't as muscular as Kemi, he stood there like a piece of refined iron that had been forged through countless trials, exuding a calm and hard aura.

"Come."

Xilun simply uttered a single word and waved.

He has certainly been busy these past few days.

Since killing the Black Death cultists, he used the excuse of recuperating to suspend his high-intensity combat training and devoted all his energy to practicing the Iron Wall Breathing Technique.

They practiced asceticism day and night.

Just last night, he heard a crisp sound coming from inside his body.

It's like some kind of bottleneck has been broken.

At that moment, the power that had been flowing gently within his body suddenly surged, transforming into a raging river that washed over his limbs and bones.

Xilun lowered his gaze slightly, and a pale red light screen, visible only to him, appeared on his retina.

[Skill: Iron Wall Breathing Technique (Proficient)]

[Progress: 0/500]

【Characteristics: Strength gradually increases, skin hardens】

From beginner to expert.

With each deep breath, the mysterious elements in the air are forcibly drawn into his body, and then, guided by the breathing technique, they circulate like a layer of liquid mercury, adhering to his skin.

Under the tempering of a mysterious factor called "Qi", his skin membrane began to gradually become tougher, as if it had been repeatedly tanned by Qi.

"drink!"

Kemi let out a low growl and pounced again.

This time he learned his lesson and no longer went straight for the kill. Instead, he used his size advantage to charge around like a heavy tank, trying to break through Xilun's defenses with brute force.

A powerful, heavy hook punch, accompanied by a whistling sound, aimed straight for Xilun's temple.

Xilun did not back down.

His pupils reflected Kemi's enlarged fist, but his heart remained calm and undisturbed.

If it were last week, facing such a punch, he might have needed to turn to the side to deflect the force or use footwork to dodge.

but now……

Xilun took a deep breath, his chest slightly bulging, and the powerful energy within him surged instantly to his left arm.

Without dodging or avoiding, he swung his left arm out like an iron whip, aiming directly at Kemi's wrist.

"Bang!"

Their fists and arms crossed.

Kemi felt as if he had crashed into a steel pillar; the recoil traveled up his wrist bones, making half of his body go numb.

Before he could react, Xilun's counterattack had already arrived.

Simple, direct, and brutal.

Xilun stepped forward with his right foot, directly piercing Kemi's center, his right fist clenched tightly, knuckles protruding, like a cannonball fired, slamming heavily into Kemi's abdomen.

This punch was completely devoid of any fancy moves.

Pure power, combined with the burst of energy generated by the breathing technique.

"Well……"

Kemi's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and she arched her body like a boiled shrimp, almost vomiting up the acid in her stomach.

Xilun did not stop.

While you are sick, I will kill you.

Although it was just sparring, he had already developed the habit of using all his strength, even when hunting a rabbit.

He took a step forward and leaned his shoulder heavily against the ground.

Stick close to the mountain!

"Bang!"

Kemi's 200-pound muscular body was actually knocked off the ground by this close-up strike, flying backward and crashing heavily onto the floor two meters away, sliding a distance before coming to a stop.

The entire room fell silent.

The trainees who were practicing nearby stopped and stared in disbelief at the scene.

This was a complete and utter crushing defeat.

Kemi lay on the ground, panting heavily, her eyes filled with confusion.

He knew Xilun was strong, but he didn't expect that the gap between them would widen to this extent in just one weekend.