Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

"Brother Xilun, that's great! Let's get to the trade now!"

Xilun looked wary and frowned, saying:

"The items are too valuable; I can't leave them in this crowded and noisy courtyard."

I had the butler hide it in a secluded cave in the suburbs. Come back in a few days to retrieve it.

"No!" Ymir quickly waved her hand to interrupt, her tone leaving no room for argument, even revealing a hint of anxiety. "The longer we wait, the more things might go wrong! There's no time like the present, let's go now!"

What a joke! How could I let such a tempting prize slip through my fingers?

Moreover, isn't the desolate wilderness a perfect place for murder and robbery?

Xilun looked out the window, his face showing difficulty, and said somewhat awkwardly, "It's raining outside. The muddy road is hard to walk on."

"Just bring an umbrella!"

Ymirs slammed her hand on the table, urging, "This matter cannot be delayed! Go now! Don't worry, once I get the stuff, I promise I'll keep my mouth shut!"

Xilun stared at him for a few seconds, and finally sighed, seemingly helplessly.

"Since you're in such a hurry... then I'll go."

Xilun turned around and took out the excessively heavy black umbrella from the corner behind the door.

He opened the umbrella with one hand, pushed open the door, and stepped into the cold rain, leading the way without looking back.

Ymir looked at Xiren's unguarded, broad back, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his mouth. He also picked up an old gray umbrella from the side, opened it, and, carrying a heavy iron spear, followed closely behind.

The two walked out of the fraternity branch gate one after the other, like two wild beasts with their own ulterior motives, slowly heading towards the dark woods on the outskirts of the North District.

In the northern suburbs, the withered trees resembled countless menacing ghosts in the fierce wind and rain.

On the muddy path, two figures holding umbrellas trudged along, one after the other.

The sky grew increasingly dark, thick clouds threatening to crush the entire city. Raindrops pounded on the leaves and puddles, creating a continuous, noisy cacophony that drowned out all other sounds.

Ymirs walked behind, his feet sinking deep into the mud. His sharp eyes, like those of a venomous snake locked onto its prey, never left the silhouette of Siren ahead.

The flame of greed in his heart, instead of being extinguished by the cold rain, burned even brighter.

He had an idea.

Now, in this desolate wilderness, there is no one around.

Xilun was less than five steps away from him, his steps unsteady, and he didn't even turn his head, seemingly completely unprepared.

If I were to suddenly launch a sneak attack and shoot him through the spine, what would be my chances of winning?

Ymira frantically simulated the battle in her mind.

This kid did indeed defeat that damned nobleman Ross and take the title of newly appointed knight.

However, the sparring in the ring and the life-or-death struggle in the underworld, where no means are spared, are completely different things!

This kid's paper strength might not be stronger than mine!

He was unable to register for the Daewoo Dojo competition because he was over the age limit of twenty-five when he reached the extreme point.

Otherwise, with his extreme strength honed in mountains of corpses and seas of blood, he could have won a championship!

Ymirs kept calculating, the iron spear in his hand creaking under his grip.

If I kill him, not only will those five bottles of Blood Spirit Ointment be mine, but all the remaining goods, as well as that coveted "Rebirth Potion," will all be mine!

This deal is worth risking your life for!

"How much further?" Yumis frowned and asked loudly in a deliberately impatient tone, trying to test Xilun's reaction.

"Almost there, almost there." Xilun didn't turn around, his voice sounding somewhat faint in the wind and rain. "It's in an abandoned mine not far ahead. We'll get there once we go deeper."

The raindrops grew larger, and the bean-sized water droplets slammed hard against the hard umbrella surface, making a crackling sound like popping beans.

The two walked one after the other.

Ymirs took a deep breath, and her blood and qi began to surge wildly within her body, all converging on her right arm that was gripping the gun.

He lowered the edge of the umbrella slightly to conceal his murderous gaze.

He decided to take action.

Just as Ymir raised her foot, preparing to unleash the fastest and most vicious strike of her life—

"Boom!"

A pale bolt of lightning suddenly flashed across the dark night sky, tearing the heavens apart.

Taking advantage of that moment of blinding white light.

The next moment, Xiren, who was walking in front, moved.

He didn't turn around, nor did he give any warning. His right hand, which was gripping the umbrella handle, suddenly clenched inward!

"Crack!"

The specially made black umbrella canopy instantly fell off, and he gripped the heavy alloy gun, which was disguised as an umbrella handle and weighed over a hundred pounds, tightly in his hand!

Immediately afterwards, Xilun's body bent down suddenly in a way that was extremely contrary to human biomechanics.

His spine stretched like a fully drawn bow, the spear's shaft pressed against his supple body, and with the terrifying rotational force of his back and waist, it transformed backward into a streak of black lightning—

A ruthless "reverse thrust" was launched, violently stabbing backward!

Ymirs' pupils suddenly contracted to their maximum size, and her eye sockets even tore due to extreme shock.

How is that possible?!

Does this kid have eyes in the back of his head?!

Before the spear tip even arrived, the sonic boom generated by the extreme compression of blood and air had already pierced his eardrums.

Ymirs trembled as he regained his senses; the instincts honed through years of life-or-death experiences saved his life.

His figure retreated frantically, disregarding everything, while instinctively thrusting his silver iron spear forward in an attempt to block.

"Bang!!!"

A terrifying explosion, like a cannonball exploding, resounded through the forest.

The tip of the spear slammed into the shaft of Ymir's silver spear.

An overwhelming and terrifying force surged along the gun barrel like a tidal wave.

Yumis felt her hands tear open instantly, blood gushing out.

He was struck dumb, staggering back several steps, each step leaving a deep crater in the mud.

He only managed to stop when his back slammed into a large tree and snapped in two.

"Wow--"

Ymirs immediately spat out a mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, her face turning as pale as gold leaf.

He looked up in utter shock, his face filled with disbelief.

How is that possible?!

This is power that no ordinary Extreme Realm cultivator could possess! How could this seemingly thin young man possibly possess such monstrous strength?!

Through the rain, Xilun slowly turned around.

He casually tossed aside the broken umbrella ribs in his hand and held the heavy gun, which exuded a terrifying aura, upside down with one hand.

Xilun's gaze swept indifferently over the mud-covered figure in front of him.

Although the opponent was wearing a set of highly defensive silver chainmail, in Xilun's eyes, which were filled with pale blue arcs of electricity, Ymiris was practically a dead man.

"Silon!!"

Ymirs's face darkened. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and coldly shouted.

His voice sounded sharp and distorted due to extreme anger and fear.

"I didn't expect you, you brat, to be so reckless as to dare to strike first!"

He straightened up, forcefully suppressing the surging blood and qi within him, and sneered:

"If you discuss this properly with me, I'll accept your five bottles of Blood Spirit Ointment, and we can consider this matter settled. We can then leave each other alone."

"But you insist on killing me! Do you really think that with your meager abilities, you can keep alive an old general like me who has crawled through piles of corpses for twenty years?!"

Ymir's facial muscles twitched, and he decided to completely abandon all pretense of civility, coldly snorting:

"Since you're courting death, don't blame me! Today, not only that shipment, but also that bottle of 'Rejuvenation Potion' you've been hiding—it's all mine!"

"Otherwise, as long as I can escape back to the Shattered Bone Gang, I only need to report to the gang leader!"

No matter how prestigious your status as a knight may be, you absolutely cannot hold your own against the wrath of a second-tier powerhouse!

Faced with Ymir's frantic shouts, Xiren simply raised his great spear, the tip pointing directly at her heart.

"Yomis, you still think..."

Siron's voice pierced through the rain, icy and devoid of any warmth, "Can you walk out of this forest alive?"

Ymir was about to respond with a disdainful sneer.

However, the smile had not yet fully bloomed on his face.

In his pupils, the thin figure vanished from the spot in an instant!

An extremely dangerous alarm screamed wildly in Yumis's mind. His face stiffened abruptly, his scalp tingled, and he retreated without hesitation.

"boom!"

Xilun pushed his qi and blood to their limit, instantly creating a large crater in the ground beneath his feet. He moved like a cannonball, his speed as fast as lightning, rapidly closing the distance between the two!

There was no probing, no fancy stuff.

Within Xilun's body, the "Great Ocean Whale Guidance Technique" and the "Charge Accumulation" talent instantly formed a violent double-cycle counter-current!

Gunfire streaked across the sky, accompanied by a violent, all-consuming thunderbolt!

With nowhere to dodge, Ymir could only roar, squeezing out the last bit of life force from her body, barely raising her hands to grip the silver spear tightly, attempting to resist this earth-shattering blow.

"boom!!!"

The two spears collided head-on in mid-air without any fancy moves.

Amidst a terrifying roar, dazzling silver-blue arcs of electricity flickered wildly at the center of their collision.

The air was forcibly split apart by the violent force, as if a river had been cut off, forming a visible white air wave that evaporated the surrounding rain!

"Crack!"

Ymir's prized silver spear, made of fine iron, actually broke in two in the face of this overwhelming force!

Xilun's spear continued its relentless advance, like a raging dragon emerging from the sea.

Gunshots crisscrossed, carrying a dense net of lightning, tearing the desperate figure before them to shreds.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of dull thuds rang out from Ymirs' body.

His expensive silver armor, which could even protect against bullets, shattered like fragile paper under the heavy blows of Xilun's spear!

Metal fragments flew everywhere, and pieces of cloth were shattered by the impact.

Ymir's bones were simply unable to withstand such terrifying damage. Starting from her arms, her ribs, sternum, spine... were broken and shattered inch by inch under this violent impact.

He couldn't even scream; blood and foam mixed with fragments of internal organs kept gushing from his mouth.

In the end, his strength completely dissipated, and the life force of a peak-level expert faded away as quickly as a candle flickering in the wind.

Ymir's body stiffened abruptly, and she fell backward like a lump of mud.

Xilun's eyes were as cold as ice, giving his opponent no chance to breathe or retaliate.

He gripped the gun barrel tightly with both hands and thrust it forward sharply.

"Pfft."

The cold spear tip pierced Ymir's brow with perfect accuracy, and a crimson flower of blood bloomed in the rain.

Ymir collapsed to the ground, her cloudy eyes staring fixedly at the gray sky, dying with unresolved grievances.

Xilun slowly pulled out his spear, and the rain quickly washed away the bloodstains on the spear tip.

He took a slight breath, feeling the blood and qi in his body gradually calming down.

He knew this man's strength and shrewdness as one of the three iron fists from the intelligence, so he didn't hold back at all when he made his move.

This was almost the first time in over a month, since he finished a match, that he had gone all out.

This battle also clearly demonstrated just how vast the power gap is between Xilun and the other so-called "Extreme Baptists".

His current strength and terrifying physique, tempered by the "Bone Forging Iron Armor Ascetic Method," have far exceeded the limits of ordinary first-level baptists.

With the fusion of various advanced fighting techniques and the enhancement of those several heaven-defying rare talents, he is virtually invincible below the second rank.

"This person's strength is slightly superior to that arrogant Ross on the stage. His fighting instincts are also several levels higher."

Xilun looked at the corpse on the ground and commented indifferently.

Unfortunately, it was still a bit lacking. He only managed to withstand two of his moves before collapsing completely.

She deliberately used the precious Blood Spirit Ointment to tempt him and led him to associate it with the "Rejuvenation Potion" she had on her. The immense greed completely clouded the old soldier's mind, causing him to lose the calmness and judgment that a martial artist should have.

Otherwise, with Ymir's seasoned and powerful strength, if she had been determined to run, she would never have been pinned to death here by just two shots.

Greed is indeed the greatest original sin.

Without saying anything more, Xilun took two steps forward and squatted down.

He retrieved the bottle of Blood Elixir from Ymir's tattered pocket.

Looking at it in the dim light, Xilun frowned slightly, feeling a little regretful.

"That old dog used a little bit of it, so the purity was compromised."

He put the medicine back into his pocket, then put on black leather gloves and began to search the mangled corpse with great skill.

A moment later, he noticed that Ymirs was wearing a pair of antique-style wrist guards on the broken wrists of his arms.

The wristbands are iron-colored, but their surface has a faint blue sheen, suggesting they are forged from some extremely rare, high-grade, extraordinary metal.

Xilun ripped it off forcefully.

This thing is extremely heavy in the hand, and a faint, cool sensation emanates from it.

When he tried to infuse a trace of his own blood and energy into it, he could clearly feel that this energy helped to accelerate the circulation of blood and energy. If worn for a long time, it would be of great benefit to improving physical strength and restoring physical strength.

"It is indeed a rare treasure, worthy of being the Third Iron Fist's possession." Xiren nodded slightly.

However, when he turned the wristband over, he found that the words "Iron Fist" were deeply engraved on it in very conspicuous Old Victorian script.

"It's really too conspicuous. If I wear it on my hand, I won't dare to let anyone see it easily, otherwise those mad dogs from the Shattered Bone Gang will definitely go crazy."

Xilun clicked his tongue, stuffed the wristbands into his pocket, and planned to find a blacksmith on the black market to smooth out the lettering when he got back.

After removing the wristbands, Xiren searched Ymir's entire body again.

The result left him speechless.

He shook his head slightly and stood up.

This old bastard went out to extort money without even a penny in cash on him!

Although it makes sense when you think about it, who would do such dirty work as murder and robbery, and take all their possessions with them?

But Xilun still felt somewhat displeased.

"If I could encounter a noble extraordinary person who is arrogant, lacks common sense, and likes to carry all his family fortune with him when he goes on adventures... that would be awesome."

Xilun sighed regretfully.

He picked up his spear, kicked Ymir's body into a deep, waterlogged mine shaft, and then turned and walked into the vast, rainy night.