Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

The moment the words left his mouth, a brief vacuum appeared in the training room.

Dead silence.

The silence was so profound you could hear a pin drop.

The next second, gasps of shock filled the air.

"Expert? Did I hear that right?"

"Are you kidding me? How long has he been here? Six weeks?"

"Even Fester is only barely scratching the surface of being an expert, isn't he?"

The group of veteran students looked at each other in disbelief.

The difference between proficiency and expertise in martial arts, though only one level, is worlds apart.

Proficiency simply means having a smooth flow of moves and a fluid delivery of power.

An expert, on the other hand, means that the moves have been ingrained in their bones, become instinctive, and they can dissect the moves and use them at will.

That's a level that requires countless real battles and a lot of hard work to reach.

Only Fester, standing in the corner, showed a "I knew it" expression.

Yesterday's one-sided massacre is still fresh in my mind. That kind of despairing suppression is something that even a skilled player can't achieve.

The murmurs gradually subsided, but the way people looked at Xilun had completely changed.

Xilun stood still, his expression unchanged, as if the commotion he had just caused had nothing to do with him.

But he didn't step down; instead, he stood there, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

Ryan keenly grasped this point.

"Silen, what are you hesitating about?"

Xiren raised his head and looked directly at Renn.

"Reporting to my supervisor."

"I practiced the Bone-Crushing Fist last night and made some progress, but I don't know if I should say it."

boom!

These words were like a bombshell, exploding once again in the crowd.

Bone-crushing Fist!

That was the extraordinary fighting technique that Ryan had just demonstrated yesterday!

Even experienced students who have practiced for three or four months mostly can't even get to the basics.

Renn narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a scrutinizing look.

"Come up."

He pointed to the white oak stake next to him, which was being used for the demonstration.

Without wasting words, Xilun strode forward.

On the wooden stake, the fist mark left by Raine was still clearly visible, and the surrounding wood fibers showed a terrifying spiral-shaped crack.

Xilun stood in front of the wooden stake and took a deep breath.

hiss--

With each breath he took, the surrounding air seemed to thicken.

He slowly closed his eyes, the data on the crimson panel appearing in his mind.

[Skill: Bone Crusher Fist (Beginner 1/100)]

The energy within his body began to surge, flowing upwards along his spine, converging at his right shoulder, and then pouring into his arm like mercury spilling onto the ground.

Beneath the skin, a black, net-like texture, invisible to the average person, suddenly appeared, tightly locking the swollen muscles and blood vessels, as if putting a high-pressure restraint on the arm.

The body's energy and blood are being compressed.

The energy is rotating.

Xilun suddenly opened his eyes, a glint of shrewdness flashing in them.

"drink!"

He let out a low shout, and his right fist, like a cannonball, slammed heavily into the wooden stake with a low, whistling sound.

There was no earth-shattering noise.

There was only one muffled "plop".

It was like stabbing a red-hot iron rod into butter.

Xilun withdrew his fist, took a step back, and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

The audience was silent.

Everyone craned their necks, staring intently at the wooden stake.

Below the fist mark left by Renn, a new fist mark appeared.

Although it was smaller than the one in Rennes and shallower, the surrounding cracks were not as exaggerated.

but.

The wood fibers displayed an incredibly clear spiral pattern!

Penetrating power!

Spiral force!

This is the real deal – a bone-crushing punch!

Renn strode forward, reached out and touched the fist mark, feeling the stinging pain of the wood splinter under his fingertips.

After a long while, he turned around and looked at Xilun. The coldness in his eyes had long since disappeared, replaced by undisguised admiration.

"good."

Ryan's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire venue.

"Although the skills are still rudimentary and the power exertion is not yet refined, it can be considered that one has entered the field."

When Xiren returned to the group, Raine looked at everyone and his tone became solemn.

"You only have two weeks left."

"I hope you will not waste your time and practice as diligently as Siren."

Then, Ryan's gaze swept across the crowd, finally settling on two other people.

"Silen, Fester, Nora."

When his name was called, Fester was startled and immediately stood up straight.

Another short-haired girl named Nora also looked up.

"The three of you are now eligible to sign with the club."

Ryan dropped the biggest bombshell of the night.

"After signing the contract, you will not be required to assume any mandatory responsibilities. You can continue to practice your breathing techniques and combat skills here, and you can even access higher-level materials for free."

"You will become official members of the club."

Renn paused, then continued:

"The club has a lot of work."

"For example, representing the club in underground boxing matches, collecting rent for the chamber of commerce, challenging other clubs, escorting goods, or even acting as a bodyguard for important figures."

"These jobs are not mandatory; they are entirely voluntary."

"However, as long as you participate in the work, you can earn membership points."

At this point, Ryan pulled a small glass bottle out of his pocket.

The bottle contained a deep blue liquid that shimmered with a mesmerizing glow under the light, as if it possessed some kind of mysterious magic.

Everyone's breathing became heavy.

Even if they didn't know what it was, their instincts told them it was something good.

"Points can be redeemed for many things: money, weapons, and even... potions."

Ryan shook the glass bottle in his hand.

"You will gradually feel the bottleneck in your subsequent breathing exercises."

"When your Qi and blood are locked up and your strength reaches its limit, you can't make any progress no matter how much you practice."

"This is the prelude to Baptism."

Raine's voice became deep and sacred, as if he were chanting some ancient incantation.

"If one takes this 'Frostwolf Elixir' and uses the specific breathing technique to complete the baptism..."

"You will be able to break the limits of the human body and step into the first level of extraordinary."

"To become a true...baptist!"

boom!

Xilun felt his heart suddenly contract.

First-tier extraordinary!

Baptized!

This is the gateway to the extraordinary world!

The air in the training room seemed to freeze.

As soon as Raine finished speaking, he casually put the glass bottle containing the dark blue liquid back into his pocket.

He slammed the three parchment contracts onto the podium with a dull thud.

"Please consider it!"

Without much hesitation, Xilun stepped forward and signed his name at the end of the document.

The pen tip glided across the parchment, making a soft, scratching sound.

Seeing Xiren's decisiveness, Fester and Nora exchanged a glance, and the hesitation in their eyes instantly disappeared.

The two stepped forward one after the other and signed their names.

"very good."

Renn put away the contract, a rare hint of satisfaction appearing on his usually cold and hard face.

"Now that you've signed, I'll be frank with you."

He walked up to Xilun and looked directly at this disciple who had brought him so many surprises.

"Siren, your talent and temperament are among the most outstanding I've seen in recent years."

"Although you started late, your growth rate is enough to make up for it."

Raine reached out his rough, large hand and patted Siron's shoulder heavily.

"You have a good chance in next year's junior knight fighting tournament."

"That is the arena for young knights, and also the fastest shortcut for the poor to change their fate."

Raine paused, his voice low and powerful: "I hope you remember, in this life, the chances to change your destiny are few and far between..."