Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Fisher can die, but not now.

He must live at least until the innocent prince falls.

The innocent prince had caught up to Fisher by three steps and threw a punch, the force of which pushed aside the rain and created a brief vacuum.

Fisher suddenly turned around and brandished his sword.

clang!

The fist slammed heavily onto the blade.

Fisher's arms jerked violently, the ground beneath his feet cracked, and his body slid backward uncontrollably.

The innocent prince followed closely, and his second punch landed squarely on the prince's chest.

At that very moment, a crimson-gold spear shadow pierced through from the side.

The spearhead emitted a sharp whistling sound, aiming straight for the innocent prince's eye socket.

If the Prince of Innocence continues to throw punches, he may severely injure Fisher, but his own eyes will surely be pierced by the golden spear.

He snorted coldly, his attack suddenly changed, his arm swept horizontally, and the back of his fist slammed into the spearhead.

boom!

The golden spear was deflected half a foot.

Taking advantage of the situation, Xilun spun the gun, its butt end like a venomous python, sweeping straight towards Prince Qingbai's side.

At the same time, the silver-gray rope darted out silently, skimming the muddy water, and wrapped around the innocent prince's ankle.

The innocent prince seemed to have sensed something was amiss, and stomped his right foot on the ground.

boom!

Muddy water shot into the sky.

The silver-gray rope was jolted away, and the shot that Xilun aimed at his side was blocked by the Prince of Innocence with his left elbow.

With a dull thud, the innocent prince swayed, while Xilun's hands split open at the same time, blood flowing down the gun barrel.

"You want to die too?"

The innocent prince turned his head to look at Xilun, his eyes cold.

Fisher took the opportunity to retreat to the two men's side, panting heavily, and said:

"Senior brother, his physical body is nearing perfection; ordinary weapons cannot harm him. Hold him off for ten breaths, and I will find a way to break through his defenses."

Upon hearing the word "senior brother," Elena glanced at Xilun with a subtle expression.

Even at this point, Fisher still hadn't realized he'd been tricked.

Xilun didn't even blink.

"Stop talking nonsense."

After saying that, he picked up his gun and went in again.

The innocent prince's face darkened.

"very good."

He had thought that Fisher was the only one in the room worthy of his attention, but he never expected that the man with the gun in front of him would not have his arms broken after being hit by him.

However, that's all.

The innocent prince stepped forward with his left foot, and a deep rumble came from within his body. The sound was not like the flow of energy, but rather like the waves constantly crashing against a hard reef.

He clenched his fists at his sides, his back arched in sections, and the muscles beneath his white clothes resembled taut iron chains.

The next moment, he threw a punch.

Before the fist even landed, Xilun felt a weight on his chest, as if a small mountain was pressing down on him.

You can't force it.

Xilun lightly touched the ground with his feet, using the slippery mud to move to the side.

The golden spear thrust out along the edge of the fist, its shaft slightly bent, attempting to redirect the force towards the ground.

But the innocent prince's boxing skills were more domineering than anyone could have imagined.

He didn't care about the changes in moves at all.

Fists, arms, shoulders, and even the entire body were like a heavy hammer falling from a height, crushing Xilun's force-dissipating techniques with sheer power.

boom!

Xilun was forced back several steps by the impact.

With each step back, a deep footprint was left in the mud.

Just as the innocent prince was about to give chase, two sword lights slashed from the left and right sides.

Elena crossed her two swords, her power layering upon layer, like a tide covering the innocent prince's neck and ribs.

She always chose the weakest points on the human body.

However, the innocent prince simply raised his arms.

Ding!Ding!

With two soft sounds, the sword blade struck his skin, leaving only two pale marks.

Elena's pupils contracted slightly.

Before she could retreat, the innocent prince's fist had already passed through the gap between the two swords and was heading straight for her face.

Elena felt a sudden darkness before her eyes.

The next moment, a hand grabbed her shoulder and pulled her backward sharply.

The fist grazed the tip of her nose.

A howling wind sliced ​​open the skin on Elena's face, and a trickle of blood quickly seeped out.

Using the force of Xilun's pull, she flipped backward, but instead of retracting her twin swords, she thrust them towards the abdomen of the innocent prince.

Fisher also struck at that moment.

The blade flashed like a straight bolt of lightning, slashing down from behind the innocent prince.

The innocent prince turned around and raised his arm.

The long sword slashed across his arm, finally breaking through the jade-like skin and leaving a wound less than half an inch deep.

Fresh blood gushed out.

A hint of joy flashed in Fisher's eyes.

"His physical body is not invincible!"

"Of course not."

The innocent prince suddenly looked up, his face showing no pain, only cold mockery.

He snapped his fingers together and actually caught Fisher's blade.

Fisher's expression changed drastically. He immediately drew his knife, only to find that the blade seemed to be embedded in a piece of fine iron, which he could not budge at all.

The innocent prince unleashed a powerful right punch.

Fisher pulled back with his knife.

The fist grazed his chest, instantly shredding large pieces of his clothing and leaving a deep purple fist mark on his skin.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Elena attacked from the side, slashing with both swords at the five fingers of the innocent prince holding the knife.

The innocent prince had no choice but to relent.

Fisher landed, grabbed the longsword, roared, and charged again.

The three attacked from three directions simultaneously.

The long saber moved with sweeping, powerful strokes, the twin swords were intricate and cunning, and the golden spear repeatedly blocked the Prince of Innocence's movement.

The rain is getting heavier.

The violent force collided repeatedly on the rocky open ground, shaking the accumulated water into a white mist.

Nearby trees snapped one after another, and rubble and dirt flew everywhere.

Despite facing three opponents alone, the innocent prince showed no sign of panic.

He practiced an extremely terrifying fist technique.

There are no complicated moves or strange variations, only the purest form of attack.

Fist, elbow, knee, shoulder.

Every part of the body can be turned into a weapon.

He was like a ferocious beast of iron rushing into the tide, smashing head-on into whatever lay ahead—blades, sword shadows, or spears—with his powerful physique.

Xilun thrust his spear into his knee.

The innocent prince bent his knee and thrust forward, deflecting the spearhead, while simultaneously striking Xilun's head with his right fist.

Xilun parried with his spear.

The fist landed on the spear shaft, and the golden spear bent into a breathtaking arc.

The skin on Xilun's arms split open, and his body slid backward.

The innocent prince pressed his advantage, but was forced back by Fisher's single strike.

Elena followed closely, slashing at the back of his neck with her twin swords.

The innocent prince ducked to avoid the blow, then swung his elbow back, sending Elena flying with only the back of her sword.

With a quick movement of his feet, Xilun appeared behind her, pressing the barrel of his gun against her lower back, deflecting most of the impact.

"Leave me alone."

Elena said immediately after landing.

Take good care of yourself.

Xilun glanced at the wound on her back.

The impact had reopened the wound that had stopped bleeding, and blood was dripping down the hem of the uniform.

He didn't say much, but he tightened his grip on the gun even more.

The battle lasted for nearly a hundred moves.

The performance of all four players on the field began to decline.

Fisher's mouth was bleeding, and he had taken at least three punches to the chest and abdomen. His breathing was already slightly noisy.

A strange red tinge appeared in Xilun's pupils, and the muscles in his arms were like tightly twisted ropes; with each swing of his gun, blood seeped from his wounds.

Elena, who was being carefully protected by the two men, was the least injured, but she had not yet recovered her strength and was now panting heavily.

Abrasions appeared on his back, arms, and legs, and his dual swordsmanship gradually became less stable than before.

The innocent prince was no longer as composed as he had been at the beginning.

His white clothes were cut in several places by swords and knives, and he had a wound on his shoulder, waist, and thigh.

The injury wasn't serious, but it proved that his physical condition was declining.

The three attacked the same spot repeatedly, and finally began to wear down that amazing defense.

The innocent prince was clearly aware of this as well.

He forced Xilun back with a punch and said coldly:

"You think you can wear me down with just three crippled soldiers?"

"Try it and you'll see."

Siron answered calmly.

The innocent prince's eyes suddenly flashed with murderous intent.

He ignored Fisher and Elena, and with a powerful sprint, he charged straight toward Siron.

The man with the gun is the real link between the three.

The spear can both restrain the enemy head-on and provide support to the other two at any time.

Once we break his arms, the other two are no threat.

The innocent prince unleashed a series of powerful punches.

Xilun stopped trying to engage head-on and became more composed with his gun, using his water-friendly abilities to glide across the muddy ground.

One punch, two punches, three punches!

The Prince of Innocence's punches were getting faster and faster.

When the fourth punch landed, Xiren was unable to dodge it completely, and his left shoulder was grazed by the fist.

With a snap.

A slight cracking sound came from the shoulder bone.

Xilun swayed as the fifth punch from the Prince of Innocence was aimed straight at his heart.

"Lower your head!"

Elena's voice suddenly rang out.

Without the slightest hesitation, Xilun immediately bent down.

Two sword lights passed over his head, clashing as they slashed towards the innocent prince's eyes.

The innocent prince instinctively raised his arm to shield himself, but Xilun twisted his waist and turned around as he lowered his head, sweeping his golden spear across the ground.

The gun barrel struck the innocent prince's ankle with a heavy blow.

Even with his physique, his body involuntarily lost its balance.

Fisher had been waiting for this moment.

He took a deep breath, and the long sword in his hand hummed and vibrated, with a layer of deep blue to black energy gradually emerging on the blade.

"Senior brother, hold him off for one more breath!"

Fisher held the knife in both hands, and the mud and water beneath his feet silently parted to the sides.

His aura suddenly became extremely sharp.

Xiren glanced at it and immediately understood that Fisher was about to use his trump card.

The innocent prince also sensed the danger.

He stopped chasing Siren and turned to pounce on Fisher, who was gathering his strength.

Xilun stepped forward, blocking his path with his spear.

Elena brought her twin swords together and pressed down from the side.

The outcome of the battle between the three will be decided in Fisher's next strike.

The speed of the innocent prince suddenly increased dramatically.

He stomped on the ground, his body crashing through the rain, heading straight for Fisher.

"Get out of here!"

The fist's edge whipped up a pale white shockwave.

Xilun blocked with his spear, and the power of his Overturning Sea Technique surged into his arms layer by layer.

The skin, muscles, and tendons tense up at the same time, as if a dam is facing a towering wave.

boom!

The golden spear trembled violently.

Xilun's feet sank into the mud, and he slid backward several feet. The wounds on his arms tore open further, and blood flowed from his fingers onto the gun barrel.

Even the innocent prince was momentarily blocked by the spear.

The silver-gray rope took the opportunity to wrap around his waist and abdomen.

Elena used her hands and her feet to stretch the rope taut.

The innocent prince froze for a moment, then immediately grabbed the rope with his other hand and pulled it sharply in his direction.

Elena's body was suddenly lifted off the ground.

She didn't let go; instead, she used the force to leap forward, her twin swords like scissors, aiming straight for the innocent prince's throat.

The innocent prince tilted his head back to avoid the first sword strike, and then punched Elena in the abdomen with his left fist.

The spearhead of the Sillen thrust out from below, precisely aimed at the inside of his wrist.

The punching motion shifted.

Elena narrowly avoided the fist that was powerful enough to shatter her sternum, but the second sword pierced the innocent prince's pre-existing wound on his shoulder.

puff!

The sword's edge penetrated two inches into the flesh.

This was the first time since the start of the war that the innocent prince had been truly wounded.

A flicker of pain crossed his face, which quickly turned into rage.

"die!"

The innocent prince's shoulder muscles suddenly contracted, clamping the sword blade between them. Elena tried to pull it out, but the sword failed.

The next moment, he twisted his body and swung his elbow.

Elena abandoned her sword and retreated, but was still struck on the shoulder by an elbow.

She groaned and rolled around in the muddy water several times.

Just as the innocent prince was about to give chase, Fisher's first strike had already landed.

"Thunder Prison, break through the mountain!"

A deep blue glint flashed through the rain.

That strike was incredibly fast.

The innocent prince only had time to raise his arm to protect his face.

The blade sliced ​​through the white clothes, pierced the jade-like skin, and penetrated deep into the flesh of the arm.

Blood splattered several feet, and for the first time, the innocent prince was forced to bend one knee by the blade.

"That's all there is to it!"

The innocent prince roared, throwing his left fist at Fisher against the odds.

Fisher did not block directly. He drew his knife, took a half step back, spun around, and the second knife followed immediately.

"The second strike, sever the sea!"

This cut was heavier than the previous one.

The rain falling around them seemed to be drawn by some force, all converging on both sides of the blade, forming a deep blue water trail several meters long.

The innocent prince crossed his arms and took the hit head-on.

clang!

The clanging of metal made Elena's ears ring.

The blade slashed into the innocent prince's other arm, the immense force bending his back and causing his feet to sink into the mud.

But he still did not fall.

"Your knife isn't enough!"

The innocent prince raised his head, a sinister smile appearing on his blood-stained face.

He suddenly pushed his arms outward, actually knocking Fisher's blade away.

Immediately afterwards, a shoulder strike sent Fisher flying through the air as if hit by a heavy hammer in the chest.

Siren darted behind Fisher and caught him on the back with the barrel of his gun.

A tremendous force traveled along the gun barrel.

Xilun felt a sharp pain in his already damaged arms and almost lost his grip on his weapon.

"Can we still use a third cut?"

He asked in a deep voice.

Fisher swallowed the blood that welled up in his mouth.

"able."

"Then let's not waste it."

Silen pushed the gun barrel, sending Fisher back to the ground.

The innocent prince had already drawn the long sword from his shoulder and casually broke it in two.

When Elena saw this, a pang of heartache flashed in her eyes.

Without hesitation, she immediately switched to a single sword and used her other hand to manipulate the silver-gray rope, wrapping it around the innocent prince's legs once more.

The innocent prince's arms were covered in blood, yet his aura was even more ferocious than before.

He clearly understood that he couldn't let Fisher make a third cut.

So he disregarded the attacks from Siren and Elena and charged toward Fisher.

A silver-gray rope wrapped around his left leg.

The innocent prince dragged Elena along as they continued forward.

Xilun thrust his spear into his side, the tip piercing through skin and muscle, finally penetrating half a foot.

The innocent prince did not stop either.

He left the golden spear at his waist, grabbed the shaft with his backhand, and pulled it forward sharply.

Xilun's body was pulled closer uncontrollably.

A bloodstained fist rapidly enlarged before my eyes.