Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

The skinny young man lowered his voice and said, "Boss, Roel won't lose, will he?"

Samuel did not answer immediately.

That brief exchange of blows had made him a little more cautious.

Xilun's strength is indeed mixed, but mixed does not mean weak.

On the contrary, the brief burst of power resulting from the combination of lightning energy and the protective membrane was enough to prove that the opponent possessed a considerable amount of skill honed through actual combat.

However, Roel was different.

Roel doesn't rely on overwhelming people head-on; his greatest strength lies in finding weaknesses.

In Roel's eyes, a person with a mixed foundation and incomplete power channels will have more flaws than an ordinary third-tier person.

"Just look at it," Samuel said casually.

In the arena, Roel's double blades were slightly lowered, and his steps suddenly became very light.

Instead of intimidating others with his imposing presence like Samuel, he slid half a step to the side. With just that half step, his figure seemed to be scattered by the wind, becoming less elusive.

Xilun's eyes narrowed slightly.

Sea monster hunter.

This identity is common in the Chaotic Sea, yet it is not ordinary. Those who spend their lives fighting for their lives on reefs, slippery decks, and in the jaws of sea monsters are not best at flashy moves, but at how to survive in the worst environments.

Roel's footwork is very effective.

With a low center of gravity and feet firmly planted on the ground, it can pounce forward at any time or roll away to dodge. The double blades are of different lengths; the long blade in the right hand is for main attacks, while the short blade in the left hand is used to guard the ribs, allowing for both finishing blows and preventing opponents from closing in.

If it were Xilun, who had just arrived on Star Ring Island six months ago, he might have put in a lot more effort.

In the past six months, he has reorganized his body from the first two levels of the Overturning Sea Technique, and repeatedly dissected Lund's marksmanship, retraining his power generation in the most rudimentary way. His current combat strength may not be much more than it was after the God War, but his control over the details of his body is far superior to before.

Roel moved.

He darted out close to the ground without warning.

His speed wasn't exaggerated, even a fraction slower than many third-tier fighters who excelled at explosive bursts. Yet, every step he took placed him in the most awkward positions for Xilun's vision and reaction. His right hand, with its long blade, slashed diagonally at Xilun's wrist, while his left hand, with its short blade, was hidden behind his elbow, ready to slash at Xilun's ribs as he parried.

Someone whispered from the edge of the square.

"What a cunning knife."

Elena's gaze darkened.

Roel's move was indeed cunning. If it were an ordinary monastery disciple, their first reaction would likely be to retreat or raise their hand to block the blade, but either way, they would immediately be forced into another round of continuous attacks.

Xiren did not retreat.

He didn't even draw his gun.

His right hand stretched forward, fingers slightly spread, the movement seemingly slow, yet it landed precisely beside the path the long blade was cutting through.

Ding.

The knuckles snapped against the spine of the knife.

The long blade is deflected half an inch.

Half an inch is small, but it was enough to make Roel's first strike miss.

In the next instant, Roel's left-hand short blade flipped out from behind his elbow and stabbed towards his ribs, brushing against Xilun's robes. A layer of gray-blue energy was faintly visible on the tip of the blade, like the dark light on the back of a sea monster's fin.

Suddenly, a speck of white frost appeared on the bluestone beneath Xilun's feet.

Using the force of the Overturning Sea Technique, he slightly shifted his body to the side and back, avoiding the short blade, while simultaneously leaning his left shoulder forward.

boom!

Roel felt as if he had been struck in the chest by a piece of driftwood.

He grunted, but did not lose his balance. Instead, he arched his back to absorb the force and swept his right leg like a whip towards Xilun's knee.

The reaction is extremely fast.

A hint of approval flashed in Xilun's eyes.

This person is indeed better at fighting than a regular Tier 3 player.

But all he knows is how to fight.

Xilun stomped his left foot, his strength sinking into the bluestone. His knee didn't move, but Roel's sweeping leg felt like it had hit a cold, wet rock, and a tingling pain shot through his shinbone.

Roel's expression changed slightly, and he used the momentum to flip himself back.

But Xilun has caught up.

He didn't unleash his lightning spirit or release his profound yin chill; instead, he used the subtle power he had gained after perfecting the Overturning Sea Technique to approach him. Step by step, he moved neither too fast to be seen nor too slow to give his opponent a chance to breathe.

Roel unleashed a series of slashes with his twin blades.

The blade flashed like a school of gray fish, crisscrossing and swimming before Xilun. Each strike aimed precisely at vital points such as the wrist, throat, corner of the eye, and side of the knee, demonstrating extreme precision. It was both a friendly sparring match and retained the ruthlessness of a sea monster hunter.

Xilun's response was simpler.

Tap, press, dial, lean.

He stood like a rock on the shore amidst the tide, letting the flashes of blades pass him by, yet always managing to reach out at the perfect moment to gently deflect them. Occasionally, the blade would graz his sleeve, cutting through the fabric, leaving only a faint white mark on the skin beneath, which would quickly heal.

The murmurs from the sidelines gradually subsided.

Many people began to realize something was wrong.

On the surface, Roel's offensive was fierce, while Siren remained on the defensive.

Koroel's breathing had begun to become heavy.

Xilun, however, did not even falter in his steps.

Elena watched quietly, and the slight irritation in her heart slowly subsided.

She had seen how Celen used a gun. That cold, direct, and murderous aura honed through life and death was enough to make many so-called geniuses uncomfortable. But at this moment, Celen was not using a gun, nor was he using any of those dangerous auras; he was only using the most basic physical control and footwork to suppress Roel.

This is even more terrifying.

This shows that he doesn't just rely on some kind of explosive secret technique or strange method to maintain appearances.

He truly trained his body to an extremely stable state.

Samuel's smile faded.

He looked at the two people in the arena and gently rubbed his still slightly numb fist with his fingers.

"Roel is being led by the nose," the young man with the short spear whispered. The thin young man couldn't help but say, "How is that possible? Roel has been the one attacking the whole time."

Samuel did not speak.

The problem only became more apparent because of the constant offensive.

Every time Roel attacks, he's forced to avoid the defensive points set up by Siren. While he seems to have many options, he's actually being gradually confined to a fixed route. If this continues, he'll become increasingly anxious, and his weaknesses will become more and more apparent.

On the field, Roel himself also noticed this.

His chest rose and fell slightly, and his eyes became serious for the first time.

We can't delay any longer.

His twin blades suddenly crossed, and a thin film of gray-blue energy gathered on the blade edges. The next moment, he abruptly lowered his body, spinning almost touching the ground, his twin blades striking at Xilun's ankle and abdomen respectively.

This is his most frequently used tactic when hunting sea creatures in shallow waters.

First, stop the movement, then cut open the soft abdomen.

If the opponent jumps, he will be met with a third, hidden strike.

Xilun finally raised his eyes.

Siren did not jump.

He simply took a step forward.

This step was extremely heavy, like the tide crashing against the rocks, or like an iron stake being driven into the bluestone.

The power of the Overturning Sea Technique surged up from the soles of his feet, spreading layer by layer along his calves, tendons, waist, and abdomen, finally condensing into a steady, surging force on his drooping right arm.

Roel's ground-spinning double blades had arrived.

The cut that severed the ankle carried a chilling film of water, while the cut that slashed the abdomen concealed an even more ruthless aftereffect.

The two swords clashed, almost completely blocking any escape route for a normal person.

But Xilun did not retreat.

He slightly turned his left foot, his ankle seemingly supported by the tide, just in time to avoid the sharp edge of the first knife.

The blade grazed the boot's surface, cutting a line through the leather, but failed to damage the inside at all.

At the same time, Xilun pressed down with his right palm.

It wasn't a strike aimed at the blade, but rather at Roel's wrist as he held the knife.

Snapped.

The sound was very soft.

Roel felt as if his wrist had been struck by a heavy iron hammer, and half of his arm went numb instantly.

That slash should have followed the momentum and turned into a third strike aimed at Xilun's chest, but at this moment, the force was cut off, and the movement froze for a brief moment.

This moment is enough.

Siren bent his knees, lowered his shoulders, and pressed his whole body forward.

His shoulder, like a piece of driftwood that crashed down from the seabed, pressed heavily against Roel's chest.

boom!

Roel's body, which had been spinning along the ground, was abruptly brought to a stop. The air in his chest suddenly exploded, and he let out a suppressed groan.

His vision went black, but relying on his years of fighting instincts, he used his left hand to slash at Xilun's waist with his short blade.

soon.

It was also ruthless.

Even when his blood is churning from the impact, he can still find a counter-attack position in the shortest amount of time.

But Siren's actions were even more decisive than his.

Xilun spread his five fingers and grabbed Roel's wrist, which was holding the short blade, his knuckles tightening like iron hoops.

哢.

The sound of joints shifting could be heard clearly.

Roel's face turned pale, and the short blade fell from his hand to the ground.

The next moment, Xilun twisted his waist and used the force of the Overturning Sea Technique to pull and throw.

Roel was swung halfway around and his back slammed heavily onto the bluestone ground.

boom!

The square trembled slightly.

Shards of stone flew out from beneath Roel.

The disciples watching instinctively held their breath.

That fall was too hard.

If Roel hadn't been a third-tier extraordinary being and hadn't forcibly tightened his back muscles before landing to reduce some of the force, his spine would probably have broken on the spot.

But Sirius didn't give him a chance to catch his breath.

Just as Roel was about to turn over, Siron's boots landed, stopping half an inch above his throat.

Half an inch apart.

If you step down one more time, your blood and energy will rush in, and your throat bones will surely shatter.

Roel lay on his back on the ground, his chest heaving violently, and blood still lingered in the corners of his eyes from the shock.

Looking at Xilun's calm, almost indifferent face, he suddenly realized that the other party had never been driven into danger by his swordsmanship from the very beginning.

That kind of defense wasn't forced.

Instead, they are dismantling it.

They dismantled his footwork, sword techniques, breath control, and patience bit by bit.

Until he had to take the risk.

Then, it was over in one strike.

Roel released the remaining long blade and said in a hoarse voice, "I lost."

Xilun retracted his foot.

He didn't look at Roel much, nor did he take the opportunity to say anything sarcastic. He simply bent down, picked up the two short blades, and handed them back to him.

"Your knife is good."

Roel paused for a moment.

He propped himself up on the ground, took the double blades, and gave Xilun a complicated look.

"You're better."

Only after those words were spoken did the sidelines finally snap out of their daze, and the hushed whispers erupted.

"Roel lost?"

"Wasn't he supposed to be best at finding weaknesses? Who was the one who got caught out just now?"

"That rogue cultivator from the outer sea didn't even draw his gun."

"This is what you call mixed energy? If the energy isn't mixed, what would it be like?"

Many people's gazes toward Xilun changed.

They had previously looked down on Xilun because they heard that he came from the outer sea and had served as a worshipper in the Langte family.

Star Ring Island is the core of the Prisoner Star Islands, and the Holy Light Monastery is a powerful force. People who have stayed here for a long time will subconsciously feel that the rogue cultivators in the outer sea islands are crude, barbaric, and lack a foundation.

But now, Roel has been knocked down in the center of the field.

Completely defeated.

They lost without any excuses.

Elena breathed a sigh of relief.

She had been suppressing her anger.

Samuel's overstepping of boundaries and questioning her chosen teammates under the guise of protecting her already greatly displeased her.

If Xilun is really suppressed, her reputation as captain will be publicly humiliated.

Now, Xiren has won.

And they won beautifully.

She looked at Xilun, a hint of ease in her eyes.

This man was a man of few words, with a cold aura, and he carried the dangerous marks of old pollution on his body, but when it mattered, he could indeed handle things very steadily.

Samuel's expression didn't change much, but the disdain in his eyes completely disappeared.

He watched as Roel was helped up, then looked at Xilen's hand hanging by his side, which didn't even tremble, and a sense of vigilance slowly arose in his heart.

Luo Er wasn't the top-tier third-order student in the outer academy, but he was by no means weak.

The fact that he could defeat Roel without weapons shows that this rogue cultivator from the outer seas is at least qualified to participate in the mission.

only……

Samuel's eyes darkened slightly.

Being qualified is one thing; being able to occupy a position in front of him is another.

He took two steps forward and said, "Although my progress in the third stage of tendon refining is mediocre and my strength is not outstanding, my technique and physique are quite good."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for people nearby to hear clearly.

"In that case, it's not a bad idea to have you participate in this mission."

That sounds like charity.

The expressions of the disciplinary students on the sidelines were subtle.

Elena frowned immediately.

Xilun fell silent.

He slowly raised his eyes and squinted at Samuel.

There was no anger or argument in that gaze; it was as if he were simply noting something down.

Samuel is quite capable.

During their exchange of blows, Xilun could sense that his opponent had mastered the third level of the Overturning Sea Technique to a great extent, with distinct tidal patterns as his energy flowed along his major tendons.

If they really went all out, he might not be able to secure a victory right now.

It doesn't mean we can't win, but that doesn't mean we can't fight.

Xilun felt very calm.

He was never the type to immediately draw his gun and fight to the death after hearing a few dismissive remarks.

The rainy nights in Victoria, the divine battles in the old textile factory, and the excruciating pain of several forces tearing at his body as he lay dying had long since tempered his temper to a cold one.

This little face-saving argument isn't worth his energy right now.

But he remembered it.

Once he has truly mastered the third level, once his major tendons have been reorganized, and once the Thunder Spirit and Storm Bloodline within his body have advanced further, he will find an opportunity to reclaim this lost face.

Xilun withdrew his gaze and said calmly, "It's good that I can participate."

Elena stepped forward and stood between Siron and Samuel.

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was very clear.

"Sirlen is a teammate I invited, and someone I reported to the mission room. Now that he has proven his abilities, this matter is settled."

Samuel looked at her, a gentle smile returning to his face.

"If Junior Sister says it's settled, then it's settled."

Elena ignored the intimate remark and simply turned to Siren, saying, "Come with me to register."

Xilun nodded.

Roel was helped to the side by the thin young man, and paused briefly as he passed by Xiren.

He lowered his voice and said, "Be careful on this mission. Some of the Blue Ocean pirates are no ordinary people."

Xilun glanced at him.

"What do you know?"

Roel coughed, his chest still aching terribly.

"I used to be a hunter at sea, and I've heard of their reputation."

That group not only stole ships, but in recent years they have also maintained close ties with some major pirates and black market merchants.

They had a musket squad, swordsmen trained in internal energy, and several third-tier extraordinary individuals who were very skilled at killing.

Xilun nodded slightly.

Thank you.

Roel waved his hand and said nothing more.