Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

He unscrewed the water bottle and casually glanced across the training field.

My gaze passed over several newcomers practicing martial arts and landed on a beautiful figure by the window.

Daisy.

This history major from Saint Laurent University, the professor's daughter, is currently practicing martial arts while wearing a white, fitted training suit.

I must say, she is very beautiful.

Even when the white practice clothes are soaked with sweat, they still look pleasing to the eye.

Her long, golden hair was tied into a high ponytail, revealing a swan-like, slender neck. Her skin was as white as the finest mutton fat jade, creating a stark contrast with the group of rough men around her.

Just then, a rough, large hand waved in front of his eyes.

"Are you stunned?"

Feslow leaned closer, a lewd smile that any man could understand, and nudged Xilen with his elbow. "Pretty, isn't it?"

Xilun glanced at him, didn't reply, but just nodded slightly.

"Hey, it's beautiful, but we can't pick this flower."

Feslow clicked his tongue and lowered his voice, saying, "They're here for extracurricular practice, majoring in the occult. They're from a completely different world from us poor folks struggling to make a living."

After speaking for a while, he glanced at Fina, paused briefly, and then shifted his gaze to Daisy.

"Have you rested enough?"

Xilun put down the kettle, stood up, and cracked his knuckles. "Again."

Feslow let out a groan, but could only grimace as he got up. "Here it comes, are you a devil?"

The two men assumed their fighting stances once again.

Although Feslow complained, he was quite ruthless when it came to taking action.

He roared and charged forward like a heavy tank, delivering a powerful swing punch straight for Xilun's face.

The wind howled.

"Bang!"

Xilun blocked with his elbow, then used his side to ram into the opponent with his shoulder.

Their bodies collided repeatedly before separating, their moves changing as they fought closely, each displaying a fierce intensity.

With each monotonous punch, block, and dodge, the pale red data stream deep within Xilun's retina began to refresh rapidly, and the experience bar climbed at a visible speed until it reached a critical point.

suddenly--

A crisp shattering sound seemed to echo from the depths of my mind, a roar as some invisible shackle of skill was utterly broken.

[Successfully delivered a strike using combat techniques. Police combat skills experience +1!]

[Successfully delivered a strike using combat techniques. Police combat skills experience +1!]

[Police combat skills: 499/500 -> 500/500]

[Skill Advancement: Proficient Level → Expert Level]

A vast and subtle flow of information surged through the entire body like an electric current, and the previously somewhat rusty muscle memory underwent a mysterious integration at this moment.

Xiren was shocked. It felt like a blind person suddenly regaining their sight. Feslow's previously impenetrable attack suddenly became full of loopholes.

Feslow let out a low growl, and his thick arm swept across with a powerful gust of wind.

Instead of retreating as usual, Xilun advanced, his left hand shooting out like a viper's tongue, precisely cutting into the blind spot where Feslow was exerting force, his five fingers instantly gripping the opponent's wrist joint like iron hooks.

Follow the momentum, press down, and twist in the opposite direction.

This series of movements was as fast as lightning and as fluid as an instinct that had been practiced a million times.

"Click!"

Feslow felt a piercing pain in his wrist, followed by a sudden loss of strength in half of his body.

Before he could react, Xilun's knee was already pressing against his lower back, pinning him to the floor and rendering him unable to move.

"How...how is this possible?!"

Feslow pressed his cheek against the cold floor, his eyes wide open, his face filled with shock and disbelief.

He struggled desperately, trying to use his proud strength to overturn Xilun, but the other's arm was like a welded iron hoop, not moving an inch.

Xilun looked at his palm with bulging veins, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He slowly released his hand, the lingering feeling of complete control still present on his fingertips.

That instant wasn't a reaction after thinking; it was the body making the optimal solution before the brain.

Those once obscure and difficult techniques for generating power and controlling joints now feel as natural as breathing, as if they were instincts etched into one's very bones.

"Again." Xiren clenched his fist, the feeling of power flowing between his fingers and palms fascinating him.

Feslow rubbed his reddened wrist as he got up, gritting his teeth: "Damn it... let's try again!"

But this was destined to be a one-sided massacre.

In the ensuing sparring session, dull thuds of impact were heard frequently.

Feslow launched attack after attack, only to be knocked down in an even more pathetic state each time.

Whether in close combat or a clash of strength, he found himself completely outmatched, losing more often than winning.

Until he was slammed to the ground by a clean back throw from Xilun, Feslow lay sprawled out, staring blankly at the mottled ceiling, beginning to deeply doubt his life—just a few days ago he was able to overpower this kid, how come in the blink of an eye he has become a punching bag?

Xilun stood up, exhaling a long breath of white air, feeling the surging heat within his body, his expression calm and cold.

Another step forward.

In this dangerous world, every bit of improvement in strength means having more resources to survive.

He exhaled, focused slightly, and his pupils reflected a pale red data stream that only he could see.

[Skill: Police Combat Techniques (Expert)]

[Progress: 0/1000]

【Features: Capable of grappling and locking with ease; capable of dislocating bones and tendons, and unparalleled in its domineering power】

"Silon".

Just then, a deep voice came from the doorway.

Mentor Ryan was standing there, holding his iconic thermos, calmly watching him.

"Come out with me for a moment."

……

in the office.

Ryan sat behind his large mahogany desk, pointed to the chair opposite him, and said, "Sit."

Xilun sat down as instructed, keeping his back ramrod straight.

Raine didn't rush to speak. Instead, he slowly took a sip of tea, scrutinized Xiren for a long time, and then slowly opened his mouth:

"Yuri told me about your joining the Brotherhood."

Xilun felt a chill run down his spine, a sense of unease creeping over him.

"Don't be nervous."

Ryan seemed to see through his thoughts and waved his hand, "It's a good thing to plan for your future early."

He paused, put down his teacup, leaned forward slightly, and exuded a sense of oppression.

"Sirlen, your performance has been consistently excellent. You could even say it's been stunning."

Ryan's voice was deep. "Before you step into the extraordinary realm, the requirements for resources are actually very low. A few good meals, a few pieces of meat, plus rigorous training, are enough for a commoner like you to grow at a rate that is no less than that of nobles like Robert."

"We might even be able to take the lead."

Xilun nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly.

His achievements today are not only due to the blessing of the Crimson, but also largely because his current cultivation mainly focuses on strengthening his bones and muscles, which is not very difficult.

"but……"

Raine changed the subject, his eyes sharpening, "Things will be completely different once you are truly baptized, or even advance to become a 'Ripper'."

"Back then, the demand for resources was unimaginable to you now."

"Secret medicines, ritual materials, profound occult knowledge, and even more powerful weapons..."

Ryan extended a finger and tapped it lightly on the table, making a soft tapping sound.

"The extraordinary path is essentially a golden road that only the rich can take. Every resource and every key point you need requires mountains of gold and seas of silver to fill the gap."

"When money speaks, even truth must remain silent!"