Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Elena leaned against the stone wall, watching Siron's upright figure, and gently exhaled.

This time, the Crimson Star Spear is more stable and more powerful than the one used to kill the emaciated pirate.

Xilun's recovery speed was even more astonishing than she had expected.

Fisher glanced down at his bleeding palm, and when he looked up again, the contempt in his eyes had completely turned into solemnity.

"Who exactly are you?"

Xilun pointed his golden spear diagonally at the ground, the crimson glow not yet completely dissipated.

"Disciple of the Sea Demon Temple".

Fisher frowned and shook his head decisively.

"impossible!"

The gray-haired old man finally recovered from his shock and laughed loudly, his voice trembling with fear:

"Sirlen, you still dare to pretend? Lord Fisher is right here, and you still dare to impersonate a disciple of the Sea Demon Temple? You must have a death wish!"

"I'd like to see how long you can keep up this act!"

Siren ignored the old man and simply looked calmly at Fisher.

"In what year did you enter the temple?"

Fisher was taken aback.

He had expected Xilun to continue explaining or to bring up a false lineage, but to his surprise, the other party turned around and questioned him instead.

His calm and natural tone made it sound as if a senior student was asking a junior who had just started learning.

The doubts that Fisher had just suppressed resurfaced.

Three years ago.

He narrowed his eyes and added in a deep voice, "Join the Thunder Prison Hall."

Xilun nodded slightly.

"Then I was here before you."

"According to the rules of the temple, you should call me senior brother."

The sound of rain passed through the cave entrance and reached everyone's ears.

Fisher's grip on the knife tightened silently.

"Senior brother?"

Fisher seemed to have heard something utterly absurd, and anger rekindled in his eyes.

Although he wasn't the most valued genius in the Sea Demon Temple, he was a genuine disciple of the Thunder Prison Temple.

Having been in the palace for three years and experienced several hunts in the outer seas, ordinary third-level rogue cultivators could not withstand more than twenty moves under his blade.

This young man in front of me first impersonated a disciple of the Holy Temple to swindle and deceive people, and now that he has been exposed to his face, he still dares to ask me to call him senior brother?

"Still trying to fool me?"

Fisher wiped the blood from his tiger's mouth and said coldly, "The disciples of each hall of the Sea Demon Temple are all listed in rosters. You could never be a member of the Temple. Tell me, which hall are you a disciple of?"

Xilun did not answer immediately.

He didn't know much about the Sea Demon Temple.

When he took the entrance exam, he only knew that there were several branch halls inside the temple, each with a different lineage.

One of the halls is the most mysterious, with very few disciples, yet it is implicitly regarded as the head of all the halls.

He did not hear the specific name of that hall from the examiner.

The more you talk, the more mistakes you make.

So Xilun simply said calmly, "Naturally, it's the strongest palace."

Fisher paused for a moment.

The strongest palace?

Within the Sea Demon Temple, the various branch temples compete with each other, and no one will easily admit that someone else is stronger than themselves.

However, the only hall that is truly recognized by all the branch halls as having the deepest foundation, the fewest disciples, and being the most mysterious is the Heavenly Heart Hall.

Tianxin Hall does not recruit disciples according to ordinary rules.

Each generation consists of only a handful of people, and most of them are personally selected by the temple master.

Those people rarely appeared in public in the temple, and many disciples had never even heard of their names, let alone the real people.

Fisher looked closely at Xiren.

So young.

Third-order realm.

Although his strength was mixed, he was able to unleash such terrifying spear techniques and also possessed true thunder intent.

These factors combined caused a name to suddenly pop into his mind.

It is said that several years ago, the Lord of Tianxin Palace personally brought back a young man from the outside world.

The person was extremely young when he entered the hall, but his talent was astonishing, even alarming several elders who had been in seclusion for a long time.

However, the Heavenly Heart Palace has always been mysterious, and there is very little information about that disciple.

Fisher had only heard about it once from another senior student.

Is it...

The anger in his eyes gradually turned into surprise and suspicion, and he tentatively asked, "Are you perhaps the peerless genius, Yi Ze, who was personally taken in as a disciple by the Lord of the Heavenly Heart Palace?"

Elena gripped her twin swords, barely managing to keep her expression straight.

Who is Ize?

She had spent half a year with Xilun and knew that he came from the lower part of Victoria. After entering Star Ring Island, he had personally participated in the Sea Demon Temple's assessment, but was rejected because his energy was too mixed.

Not long ago, Xilun was even fighting desperately for Inner Court qualification and a potion of boundless oceanic energy.

How could he possibly be the so-called genius of the Heavenly Heart Palace?

However, there was no sign of anything amiss on Xilun's face.

He looked at Fisher, his tone remaining calm.

"Okay, then get lost."

These five simple words were remarkably clear inside the cave.

Elena lowered her head, using the act of wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth to conceal the strange look in her eyes.

This guy actually dared to admit it so readily.

Fisher's face turned pale and then flushed.

He hadn't expected that even after he had lowered his stance to test the waters, the other party would still be so arrogant and show no respect whatsoever.

If the other party really is Yi Ze, then according to the time of his entry into the sect, he should indeed call him senior brother.

However, the Sea Demon Temple has always valued strength.

Even if the Heavenly Heart Palace holds a special position, a young man who has just begun to show his talent has no right to tell him to get lost!

Moreover, all of this could still be a scam.

"What an arrogant attitude!"

Fisher raised his longsword, his strength surging like a tidal wave.

"Regardless of whether you're real or not, even if you really are Yize, so what? Even if you're exceptionally talented, what gives you the right to boss me around?"

"You really think you can defeat me by forcing me back a few steps with a single burst of gunplay?"

Siren could sense that Fisher's aura was rapidly growing stronger.

In that collision just now, the other side was clearly holding back.

As expected of one of the strongest forces on Star Ring Island, Fisher's level of energy concentration, combat experience, and physical strength all surpassed most of the Tier 3 Extraordinary beings that Xilun had ever seen.

If it were a head-on confrontation, even if Xilun recovered 80-90% of his injuries, he wouldn't have a sure chance of winning.

But I can't get a refund now.

If he were to back down, Fisher's suspicions about his identity would immediately turn into certainty.

Xilun picked up his gun and walked out of the cave.

"If you want to try, then come."

He paused slightly as he passed Elena.

"I have high hopes for them."

Elena followed his gaze to the gray-haired old man and the others, and immediately understood.

"rest assured."

Although she was seriously injured, she had not lost her fighting ability.

If the three gray-haired old men rushed at her, she would naturally be no match for them. However, as long as these people were wary of the aftermath of Fisher's fight with Siren and dared not approach easily, she could continue to stall.

Fisher saw Silen walk past him, sneered, and turned to chase after him.

A light rain was still falling outside the cave.

The torrential rains of the past few days have subsided, but the forest remains damp.

The ground was covered with decaying leaves, and stepping on it would splash up muddy water.

Below the hillside lies a natural lake, its waters rippling with countless tiny waves created by raindrops, and its banks covered with dark green aquatic plants.

Fisher leaped down the hillside and landed on a rock by the lake.

Xilun followed closely behind.

The distance between the two quickly closed.

Fisher slashed diagonally with his longsword, and a layer of deep blue energy appeared on the blade.

The surrounding rainwater was drawn in and transformed into dozens of tiny streams that wrapped around the blade, rushing towards Xilun with this slash.

"Thunder Prison Slash!"

The flash of the blade tore through the rain.

Xilun parried with his spear, but the impact sent him sliding back several feet.

Before he could even stand still, Fisher was already right next to him.

The longsword in his hand was sometimes as heavy as a mountain, and sometimes so fast that it was just a blur, slashing repeatedly at Xilun's shoulder, heart, and throat.

Dangdang Dangdang!

Xilun blocked the attacks one after another with his golden spear.

Sparks kept flying in the rain.

The two fought their way from the hillside to the lake, tearing apart the trees along the way with the aura of swords and spears, leaving deep pits in the damp mud.

Fisher became increasingly alarmed as the game progressed.

Just now in the cave, he thought he was caught off guard and was forced to stagger backward by the Crimson Star Spear.

Now that they were actually fighting, he realized that the young man's marksmanship was far more terrifying than he had imagined.

The opponent's moves were not complicated.

To stab, to pick, to block, to smash.

All of them are the most basic marksmanship techniques.

But the timing of each shot was unsettlingly precise; the spear tip always appeared just before his blade strike was about to materialize, forcing him to change his moves.

The occasional flaws that are revealed seem like deliberately left traps, making people hesitant to pursue them easily.

This is definitely not a marksmanship skill honed in a training ground.

Only by experiencing countless life-or-death battles and personally killing many people can one develop such a cold and rigid skill without any superfluous movements.

"Hiding its head and showing its tail!"

Fisher roared, and the blade suddenly bypassed the gun barrel. He then thrust his left hand, fingers together like a knife, towards Siron's chest.

Xilun dodged to the side, and the end of his golden spear suddenly lashed upwards.

Fisher swung his blade down, the back of the blade colliding with the butt of the gun.

The two unleashed their power simultaneously.

boom!

The mud and water underfoot exploded in all directions.

A dull pain shot through Xilun's old chest wound, and he took two steps back.

Fisher merely shrugged his shoulder before drawing his knife and closing in again.

In terms of sheer physical strength, Fisher was indeed superior to him.

Xilun's breathing gradually became slower and deeper.

The Overturning Sea Technique circulates along the skin, flesh, and tendons, suppressing the restlessness within the body.

The chilling aura of darkness gathered between his chest and abdomen, freezing the tiny blood vessels seeping from his old wounds.

We can no longer engage in a direct confrontation with the other side.

We must rely on the environment.

Xilun's gaze swept over the lake behind him.

Fisher noticed his gaze, assuming he was preparing to escape into the water, and scoffed, "Going into the water in front of the Thunder Prison Hall disciples? You're courting death!"

The method he practiced was particularly adept at naval warfare.

This lake, ironically, became his most advantageous battlefield.

Xilun did not respond. He lightly touched the ground with his feet and landed gracefully on the lake surface.

The moment the sole of the shoe touched the lake water, a faint ripple spread outwards.

Instead of sinking into the water, he stood steadily on the surface thanks to his natural affinity for water.

Fisher followed closely behind.

A deep blue energy also emerged beneath his feet, and with each step he took, a circular mark remained on the lake's surface for a long time.

"He does indeed have some water control abilities."

Fisher charged straight at him, knife in hand.

"Unfortunately, these methods are no match for the Holy Temple's Thunder Prison Law!"

With a single slash, he drew the lake water, transforming it into a wave several feet high. The blade's gleam was concealed behind the wave, its power several times greater than before.

Xilun looked at the oncoming lake water, his eyes remaining calm.

He did not back down.

The golden spear was thrust forward, its tip lightly touching the water's surface.

Divide the water!

An invisible force spreads along the lake surface.

The surging waves suddenly stopped, then parted from the middle to both sides, revealing Fisher hidden behind the waves.

Fisher's expression changed.

Before he could react, the lake water beneath his feet also cracked open at the same time.

A deep, bottomless crevice suddenly appeared, like a lake opening its mouth.

Fisher lost his support on the water and his body sank suddenly.

He hurriedly channeled his energy, trying to re-guide the water flow, but found that the surrounding lake water was repelling his power.

"How is that possible?"

The sound of water drowned out his exclamation.

The next instant, the separated lake water suddenly closed up, swallowing Fisher whole.

Xilun stood on the water, holding his golden spear horizontally.

A glint of bluish-white lightning flashed in his eyes.

The Thunder Spirit, dormant deep within its flesh and blood, suddenly awoke, greedily absorbing the tiny sparks of electricity in the surrounding moist air.

He then activated the Great Thunder Breathing Technique, and a deep thunderous sound emanated from the depths of his chest.

Boom!

It was like a giant drum resounding at the bottom of a lake.

Blue-white lightning surged along Xilun's arm into the golden spear.

The originally heavy and ancient gun barrel was instantly wrapped with countless fine arcs of electricity.

Fisher had just regained his balance in the lake when he felt a chilling aura of danger emanating from above.

He suddenly looked up.

Through the rippling lake water, he saw a golden spear crackling with lightning pierce the surface, like a bolt of lightning falling from the sky, hurtling straight toward him.

"Thunderous roar!"

Xilun thrust his spear down.

Boom!

Lightning suddenly exploded in the lake.

The lake, spanning dozens of feet in radius, was instantly illuminated by a bluish-white arc of electricity, and countless fish floated to the surface, their white bellies turned up.

Fisher was the first to be hit. His protective energy was torn apart after only a moment. He convulsed violently, and his long sword flew out of his hand.

Blood gushed from his mouth and nose, but was quickly diluted by the lake water.

Xilun spread his five fingers.

The water current wrapped around Fisher's body, lifting him up from the bottom of the lake.

Whoosh!

Fisher was suddenly thrown back to the shore and slammed heavily onto the muddy ground.

He rolled several times, and just as he tried to get up, the golden spear was already pressed against his throat.

The residual arc of lightning from the gun tip pierced his body along his skin, causing his muscles to continue trembling uncontrollably.

"And now?"

Xilun came walking on water, his tone calm.

Fisher's face was extremely grim.

He never expected to lose.

Even more unexpectedly, the person in front of them had a water control ability that was even more bizarre than the Thunder Prison Palace's inheritance.

Especially that last shot, the lightning intent was so pure that it even made the lightning-type energy he had cultivated for many years feel a brief sense of submission.

Could this person really be an imposter?

Fisher struggled to lift his head and stared at Siron.

"Are you truly a disciple of my Sea Demon Temple?"

Xilun sheathed his golden spear and said calmly, "On this Star Ring Island, which other faction's disciples possess talent surpassing that of the Sea Demon Temple?"

Fisher was speechless for a moment.

That sounds incredibly arrogant.

But this is exactly in line with the style of the disciples of the Sea Demon Temple.

Although the Holy Light Monastery is also one of the five major powers, its methods are known for purification, defense, and healing.

Few can match the Sea Demon Temple's ability to directly engage in combat among the younger generation.

As for other forces, they would not easily cultivate such a young third-tier powerhouse.

But Fisher still had a sliver of doubt in his mind.

"Since you are a disciple of the Heavenly Heart Hall, why are you not registered in the hall's register? And why are you not wearing the Holy Hall robes and disciple token, but instead wearing the Disciplinary Academy's clothes?"

Xilun glanced at him and suddenly sneered.

"Going out on training missions, they even wear the token around their necks and tell everyone they meet that they have the Sea Demon Temple behind them?"

Fisher was taken aback.