Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

It wasn't just one person.

Her eyes instantly turned cold, and she silently stood up, blocking Xilun's path.

The vines at the cave entrance were parted by the blade.

The gray-haired old man showed his face first, and upon seeing the two people inside the cave, his eyes immediately flashed with resentful joy.

"It really is here."

He stepped back and bowed obsequiously, saying, "This temple disciple, the imposter is inside."

The man with the knife slowly walked to the cave entrance.

His gaze swept over Elena, then landed on Siren, who was meditating with his eyes closed.

He gave a cold snort after just one glance.

"I've never even seen one before."

Elena gripped her twin swords tightly and said coldly, "And who are you? How can you be so sure we're imposters?"

The man with the knife looked at her, his eyes showing no pity or tenderness, only cold indifference at being offended.

"Fischer, disciple of the Thunder Prison Hall of the Sea Demon Temple."

He drew his sword half an inch.

A sliver of cold light gleamed from the scabbard.

"You impersonate disciples of the Holy Temple, tarnishing its reputation, and you dare to argue your way out?"

As the last word was uttered, the blade was already drawn.

Clang!

Inside the narrow cave, a cold light suddenly flashed.

Elena's pupils contracted slightly, and she crossed her two swords in front of her.

The moment the swords clashed, the ear-piercing metallic clang shook the cave walls, causing dust to fall. An extremely heavy force pressed down along the blade, making her wrist suddenly go numb.

She slipped half a step backward, her shoes leaving two shallow marks on the rocks.

So strong!

With just one strike, Elena realized that Fisher was no ordinary Tier 3 fighter.

The opponent's strength was profound and solid, and his sword strikes contained a long-lasting, powerful force, like an undercurrent at the bottom of the sea.

After she blocked the first force, the second force suddenly exploded. If she hadn't cultivated the "Overturning the Sea Technique" more and more solidly in the disciplinary academy over the past six months, that blow would have been enough to shatter her tiger's mouth.

Behind her, Xiren still kept his eyes closed.

His breathing was so slow it was almost imperceptible, and his aura was deep within his body, clearly indicating that he had not yet emerged from deep meditation.

If someone is forcibly awakened in this state, at best their energy will flow backward, and at worst, all old injuries in their body will erupt.

Elena cannot back down.

She crossed her two swords, using the force from the blades to slide to the side, and said coldly:

"To judge someone as an imposter simply because you've never seen them before—is this how your Sea Demon Temple judges right and wrong?"

Fisher flicked his wrist, and the longsword drew a silver arc in the air.

"There are not many disciples in the Sea Demon Temple to begin with."

He glanced at Xilun, his voice filled with undisguised contempt.

"I have been in the palace for many years. Even if I have no personal relationship with my peers in the various palaces, I have at least seen their portraits and heard their names."

This person has neither temple robes nor an identity token, and cannot explain their lineage or background. If they are not an imposter, then what are they?

Upon hearing this, the gray-haired old man standing behind him showed an even stronger resentment on his face.

He had been frightened by Xilun's shot and even thought he had almost provoked the top genius of the Sea Demon Temple.

I fled a long way, and the more I thought about it, the more frightened I became.

Now that the truth has been revealed, that lingering fear has turned into anger and embarrassment.

"Lord Fisher is right!"

The gray-haired old man took half a step forward, pointed at Xilun who was standing motionless with his eyes closed, and gritted his teeth, saying:

"This little beast just claimed to be a disciple of the Sea Demon Temple and even used thunder magic to play tricks."

He killed my Blue Ocean pirates, and then he killed the innocent prince's younger brother. He clearly knew he couldn't escape, so he used the temple's prestige to save his life!

Elena's heart sank slightly.

really.

The old man had already told Fisher everything that Siren had said earlier.

She wanted to stall for a little longer, but Fisher clearly had no patience to continue listening to her explanation.

"Get out of the way."

He raised the knife, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground.

"You are from the Holy Light Monastery, so I can spare your life. Hand over that imposter behind you, and I'll just cripple his energy channels before taking him back to the temple for questioning."

Elena's eyes were icy.

Waste the energy channel?

For a third-tier extraordinary being, what difference is there between that and taking their life directly?

"Then there's nothing more to say."

Elena slowly lowered her body, with her left sword in front and her right sword close to her waist, assuming the starting stance of the dual swordsmanship of the monastery.

Fisher's gaze grew even colder as he watched her actions.

"Stubborn and obstinate."

boom!

The rock beneath his feet suddenly cracked open.

The long blade slashed horizontally, accompanied by a grayish-white shockwave. The cave was already cramped, leaving little room for evasion.

Elena had no choice but to meet the attack head-on, using her twin swords, one above the other, to precisely parry the blades.

The sound of metal clashing echoed continuously inside the cave.

Elena blocked the first strike.

After the second cut, her right arm went numb.

When the third strike came, the Fisher blade suddenly surged with power, like a raging tide crashing against a reef.

Elena's already unhealed chest wound was torn open again, and a metallic taste rose in her throat.

She swallowed the blood, her right sword sliding along the longsword, the tip piercing straight for Fisher's wrist.

Fisher snorted coldly, pressed down on the hilt of his knife to deflect the blade, and then bent his knee and lunged forward.

boom!

Elena was struck in the abdomen with a knee strike and her body flew backward.

She twisted her waist forcefully in mid-air, and after her feet landed, she still took several steps back until she was less than three feet away from Xilun before she regained her balance.

A trickle of blood flowed down the corner of her mouth.

Fisher gave her no chance to catch her breath, and continued to approach with his knife.

The gray-haired old man stood at the entrance of the cave, a hearty smile on his face.

The short, stocky pirate and the woman in blue stood guard on either side, sealing off the cave entrance.

They weren't in a hurry to act; they were waiting for Fisher to deal with Elena before taking Siron back to torture him slowly.

Elena glanced behind her out of the corner of her eye.

Xilun frowned slightly, and his breathing rhythm changed.

He heard the noise outside, but his body was still in the final stage of deep meditation and he couldn't wake up immediately.

Let's delay a little longer.

Let's delay a little longer!

Elena wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and rushed forward.

Her twin swords swept across the lake like waterbirds, one aimed at Fisher's throat, while the other remained hidden below, thrusting straight at his waist and abdomen.

The overwhelming force of the Overturning Sea Technique rose layer upon layer along the blade, and although there were only two swords, in an instant, more than ten streaks of cold light intertwined in the cave.

For the first time, Fisher's face showed a hint of seriousness.

"The Punishment Institute's Twin Swords of Overlapping Tides are quite formidable."

Without retreating, he slashed his long sword diagonally upwards.

clang!clang!clang!

The sword shadows shattered one after another.

Elena's vision blurred as Fisher crashed into the inside of her twin swords.

The other person struck her left shoulder with a palm, the powerful force exploding outwards and causing her to stagger backwards.

However, Elena used the momentum to spin around, sweeping her right leg across Fisher's knee while simultaneously thrusting her left sword at his ribs from an extremely tricky angle.

Fisher raised his leg to block the sweeping attack, then slashed back with his longsword, deflecting the sword tip several inches off course.

The blade grazed Elena's shoulder.

scoff!

The disciplinary academy robe was instantly ripped open, revealing a deep, bloody wound on his shoulder.

Elena groaned, but instead of backing away, she pressed closer even more fiercely.

The two figures clashed repeatedly in the narrow cave, sparks from their swords flashing and disappearing in an instant, the surging force striking the cave walls and causing rocks to fall continuously.

In the blink of an eye, the two had already exchanged more than twenty blows.

Elena's injuries are getting worse.

She had previously been mentally invaded by the Black Fiend Smoke and then besieged by pirates, leaving her with several knife wounds.

Although he received treatment from Xilun afterward, it was impossible for him to fully recover in just one night.

Facing Fisher at his peak, every collision she made felt like tearing open a newly healed wound.

Fresh blood gradually soaked through the outer robe.

His hands, which were gripping the sword, began to tremble slightly.

In contrast, Fisher was almost unharmed, except for slightly heavier breathing.

The true disciples of the Sea Demon Temple possess far greater foundations than the independent cultivators outside.

Fisher brought his blade down again, coldly saying:

"To be able to withstand twenty-seven of my blows, you're quite good even in the outer courtyard of the disciplinary academy. It's a pity that you're risking your life for an imposter; it's not worth it."

Whether it's worth it or not is not for you to decide.

Elena blocked the longsword with her twin swords, gritted her teeth, but her knees slowly bent under the immense force.

"If you truly wish to reason with him, wait until he wakes up and ask him directly. What kind of temple disciple are you to attack someone while he's meditating?"

A flash of anger crossed Fisher's eyes.

"Still daring to use words to your advantage!"

His blade suddenly trembled.

With a loud bang, Elena's twin swords were knocked away, leaving her chest wide open.

Fisher kicked her in the chest, sending her flying.

Elena's back slammed against the stone wall, her face instantly turning deathly pale, and blood spilled from her lips.

But as soon as she landed, she used her sword to support herself and forced herself to stand up.

Fisher frowned.

"You really think I wouldn't dare kill anyone from the Holy Light Monastery?"

Elena did not answer.

She simply adjusted her breathing and stood in front of Xiren again.

This action completely shattered Fisher's patience.

The force on the blade rapidly condensed, and the surrounding air seemed to be drawn away by an invisible hand, emitting a low groan.

Rainwater dripped down the vines outside the cave, but before it hit the ground, it was sliced ​​in half by the blade's energy.

Elena sensed the approach of death.

She knew she couldn't withstand that blow.

But she couldn't hide.

Once she dodges, Xilun behind her will be beheaded without any warning.

Fisher's eyes were cold as he stepped forward and brandished his knife.

"Then let's die together!"

The silvery-white light of the blade suddenly illuminated the cave.

Elena crossed her two swords, channeling all the remaining power of her Overturning Sea Technique into the blades.

Just as the swords were about to clash, Fisher suddenly changed his wrist, and the long sword bypassed the two swords in mid-air, its tip aimed straight for her neck.

A feint!

Elena didn't have time to change her tactics.

The blade rapidly magnified in her pupils, its chilling aura even severing several strands of hair from the side of her neck.

At the critical moment of life and death, she mustered all her strength and roared:

"Silon!"

"Wake up, you bastard!"

boom!

The last word exploded in the cave.

Xilun, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.

A look of confusion flashed across his eyes at first, then he saw the long sword aimed at Elena's neck.

The body reacts faster than the mind.

Xilun pressed his palm to the ground, his whole body skimming across the ground as he simultaneously grabbed the golden spear lying horizontally beside him with his right hand.

The spear swept across.

"roll!"

clang!

The golden spear clashed head-on with the longsword.

A violent shockwave erupted between the two, instantly extinguishing the fire inside the cave, and sending tiny pebbles flying in all directions like arrows.

Elena was grabbed by the shoulder by Siren's other hand and pulled directly behind her.

Fisher felt a heavy, almost brute force coming from the blade, his arm suddenly went numb, and his feet uncontrollably took a step back.

His expression changed slightly.

Xiren also slid back half a step, but stood firmly in front of Elena.

His deep meditation was abruptly interrupted, leaving him with a lingering throbbing pain in his head.

The energy that had just been replenished within his body also showed a slight ripple, but compared to the near-death state he was in after using the Crimson Star Spear, he had recovered to about 80-90%.

At least, we can fight.

Xilun glanced at Elena first.

Blood was flowing from her shoulder and chest; she was breathing rapidly and her face was pale, clearly at her limit.

"Can you still stand?"

Elena braced herself against the ground with her sword and took two deep breaths.

"If you had woken up even a second later, I would be headless by now."

Siren paused for a moment, then turned to look at Fisher.

His eyes were calm and undisturbed.

Who are you?

Fisher gripped his longsword, suppressing the numbness in his arm, and for the first time, his gaze truly fell upon Siren.

"Sea Demon Temple, Thunder Prison Temple, Fisher."

Xilun then looked at the gray-haired old man at the cave entrance.

"Are you also one of the Blue Ocean Pirates?"

The gray-haired old man subconsciously took a half step back, but then remembered that Fisher was beside him, so he straightened his back.

"So what if it is? You killed the innocent prince's own brother and dared to impersonate a disciple of the Sea Demon Temple. Today, no one can save you!"

Fisher raised his sword and pointed it at Xilun, sneering, "Five years have passed. I never thought that after five years, someone would dare to impersonate someone from my Sea Demon Temple again."

"You are not old, yet you are already a third-tier extraordinary being. You should have a bright future ahead of you, but unfortunately you chose to seek your own death and used the name of the Holy Temple to shield yourself from disaster."

Xilun offered no explanation.

He simply moved his fingers slowly, feeling the flow of energy within his body.

The Qili River channel rebuilt by Fuhaigong still exists.

The chilling aura of darkness had already frozen the remains of the evil god firmly.

Lei Ling curled up deep within the flesh and blood, and as the golden spear came into his grasp, a subtle restlessness emanated from him.

You can draw your gun.

Xilun took a deep breath, and the tip of his gun slowly lowered.

A crimson glow emanated from his palm and spread forward along the lines on the gun.

The once dim cave now seemed to suddenly be filled with a miniature crimson star.

Fisher's sneer gradually disappeared.

He could sense that this shot was no ordinary secret technique.

The power remained dormant, yet it caused a faint stinging pain between his brows.

Xilun stood with one foot in front of the other, slowly tensing his back and waist.

Lund's voice seemed to echo from the depths of his memory once again.

The gun must be held straight.

Keep your mind steady.

Don't leave yourself a way out before you draw your gun.

The next moment, Xilun suddenly disappeared from the spot.

A crimson light pierced through the dimly lit cave.

"The Red Star Spear!"

Fisher's pupils contracted sharply, he gripped the knife with both hands, and poured all his strength into the blade.

The moment the swords and spears clashed, a deafening roar echoed throughout the mountains and forests.

Fisher felt as if he had collided head-on with a falling star. His blade trembled violently, his feet plowed through the ground, and he staggered out of the cave entrance.

step.

Three steps.

It took him seven steps to barely regain his balance.

The long sword was still in his hand, but the web of his hand gripping it was split open, and blood was dripping down the hilt.

Inside and outside the cave, all was deathly silent.

The smile on the gray-haired old man's face froze.