Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

"Bang!"

The fists collided, producing a dull thud.

Sweat splashed with the vibrations, drawing glistening arcs in the air.

Feslow gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and his right leg, like a thick whip, lashed out fiercely at Xilun's left rib with a sharp whistling sound.

This powerful whip kick would have caused the sound of ribs breaking to echo throughout the training room if it had hit an ordinary person.

Xilun did not dodge.

His feet gripped the ground like the roots of an old tree, his upper body slightly lowered, and his left arm pressed down, using the muscles on the front of his forearm to take the blow in an almost brutal manner.

"Snapped!"

The sound of flesh colliding is sickening.

Feslow felt as if he had kicked a steel plate covered in cowhide, the enormous recoil traveling up his shinbone and straight to his knee.

Before he could regain his balance, Xilun had already closed in on him.

There are no fancy feints, only straight punches that are extremely fast.

The punch, carrying a whistling wind pressure, headed straight for Feslow's face.

Feslow's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively raised his arms to block.

"boom!"

The immense force was like a flood bursting its banks; Feslow slid backward three or four meters until his back slammed heavily against the wall of the training room, barely managing to stop himself.

Dust fell from the walls in a steady stream.

"Stop! Stop, stop, stop!"

Feslow gasped for breath, shaking his hands, which were already red, swollen, and purple.

"I'm not fighting anymore, I really am not fighting anymore."

Xilun withdrew his fist, panting heavily, his face flushed.

At this point, five weeks had passed since Siron joined the Iron Cross Fighting Club.

The training room was less crowded and quieter.

Robert, the young master who was always the center of attention in the front row, has been coming less and less lately. I heard that he is undergoing more private training arranged by the family.

Most of the remaining trainees who persevered became taciturn during the tedious training.

Xilun stood still and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

He looked down at his left arm.

The spot where I took that whip kick from Feslow was slightly red and bruised.

The black, net-like texture beneath the skin, barely perceptible to the naked eye, subtly heats up under the surge of blood and qi, like a close-fitting, invisible armor, greedily absorbing the impact of the outside world.

"It hasn't reached its limit yet."

Xilun flexed his wrist, his knuckles cracking like popping beans.

Feslow rubbed his calf and grimaced, saying, "I trained for six months and finally made my skin as tough as cowhide, thinking it would be tough enough. But you, after only five weeks of training, your skin and flesh are almost as tough as those officially baptized first-order extraordinary beings."

"The Baptized..." Siron's eyes flickered slightly.

"If you really become a baptist, even the lowest level, your skin membrane can stop small-caliber stray bullets." Feslow looked at Xilen with envy. "Your progress is terrifying. I think it won't be long before Mr. Ryan rushes to sign you and prepare you for next year's Knight Fighting Tournament selection."

Xilun shook his head, walked to the corner, picked up the water bottle, and took a sip. The icy liquid slid down his throat, suppressing the restless blood and qi in his body.

"It's just that it can take a beating a little longer," Siren said calmly. "You have more fighting experience than me. If that kick had landed on my neck, I would be down too."

His fighting skills are still somewhat inferior to Feslow's.

Xilen did not dwell on the topic.

He lowered his eyes slightly, focusing his gaze on a certain point in the void.

A deep red stream of data cascaded across my retina like a waterfall.

[Skill: Police Combat Techniques (Proficient)]

[Progress: 108/500]

【Characteristics: Fierce and powerful fighting style, masterful technique, and exceptional stamina!】

Over the past five weeks, Xiren has practically turned himself into a tireless machine.

Aside from eating and sleeping, he spent all his time in the training room, frantically pushing every ounce of his physical strength.

"Mr. Ryan will be giving a presentation on something new this afternoon."

Feslow got up from the ground, dusted himself off, and said, "I heard it's a trump card. All those five weeks of basic training were probably for this one move."

……

One o'clock in the afternoon.

The winter sun was pale and weak, casting dappled light and shadow through the tall glass windows of the training room.

Renn pushed open the door and entered right on time.

Today he wore a black turtleneck sweater with a dark gray vest over it. His muscles made the clothes bulge, and he looked like a bear dressed as a gentleman.

The air in the training room froze instantly.

All the trainees immediately stopped talking and stood in two straight rows.

Renn's sharp eyes swept across the entire room, his gaze lingering on Xiren for half a second before he gave a barely perceptible nod.

"It's been five weeks."

Raine's deep, hoarse voice echoed in the empty room, "You guys are a little more presentable now than when you first arrived."

No one dared to speak.

Ryan walked to the center of the training room, where a solid wooden stake about thirty centimeters in diameter stood.

This type of ironwood is extremely hard and is usually used to make the load-bearing pillars of the dock. When an ordinary person chops it with an axe, he can only leave a white mark.

"Today, I will teach you your last lesson."

Raine stood in front of the wooden stake, not striking any exaggerated pose, but simply letting his hands hang casually at his sides.

"Police combat techniques emphasize control and fighting, but to win against an enemy of similar strength, you need to use unconventional tactics!"

Renn slowly raised his right fist.

His movements were so slow that everyone could see every twitch of his muscles.

"This move is called—Bone-Crushing Fist."

Before he could finish speaking...

Ryan's right arm jerked violently.

"Buzz!"

A mournful drilling sound seemed to echo in the air.

It was a high-frequency, piercing vibration.

Xilun's pupils contracted sharply.

In his field of vision, the air around Renn's right fist was visibly distorted, as if an invisible airflow was spinning and compressing wildly.

"Bang!"

Renn punched the ironwood stake.

There were no flying sawdust, no earth-shattering explosions.

That punch felt like hitting a block of tofu.

Renn retracted his fist and stood with his hands behind his back.

The trainees craned their necks to look, and immediately gasped in shock.

On the surface of the incredibly hard iron birch stake, there was a fist-shaped mark about an inch deep.

But that's not the scariest part.

What's terrifying is that on the back of the wooden stake, in the corresponding position, a hole the size of a bowl was blown open!

The wood fibers exhibited a bizarre spiral-shaped crack, as if they had been pierced through by a high-speed rotating drill bit.

"Penetrating strength".

The word flashed through Xilun's mind instantly.

This technique involves highly compressing energy to create a spiral vibration, breaking through a point to instantly destroy the internal structure of an object.

"Did you see it clearly?"

Raine turned around, his expression cold. "This is extraordinary fighting technique. Unlike those fancy moves, it is specifically designed to break through the tough skin of alien species and shatter the bones and internal organs of enemies."

"The principle is very simple."

Ryan held up one finger and drew a circle in the air.

"Tighten the energy in your body like a screw, and then release it instantly like a spring."

"The Fist of Bone Crusher has three layers."

"With each level you master, you can add a spiral force to your fist."

"As for the third floor..."

Rein paused, a hint of arrogance flashing in his eyes, "That can stack triple spiral force. One punch from it, even if a slightly stronger extraordinary person dares to take it head-on, will have their bones broken and tendons ruptured."