Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

In that instant, Xilun instinctively activated the "Iron Wall Breathing Technique," his abdominal muscles instantly tightening like iron, and the black net-like texture under his skin flashed by.

He glanced down at it.

The shirt had a hole in it, and blood seeped out, staining the hem red.

But the bullet didn't penetrate the abdominal muscles; instead, it got stuck in the tough muscle fibers.

This is the defensive power brought about by "Qi sensation".

If the gun had been fired within three meters, it might have pierced his skin and left him bedridden for a month or two.

However, at a distance of seven or eight meters, the power of this old-fashioned smoothbore gun was greatly reduced.

"hiss……"

Xilun gasped, but a grin spread across his face, revealing a set of white teeth.

He reached out and touched the wound, his fingertips covered in blood, then licked them.

It has a fishy and salty taste.

"Is that all you've got?"

Xilun raised his head, his eyes even colder than before, as if looking at a group of dead people.

Looking at Xilen, who was still standing tall despite being shot and even smiling, Irma felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

What the hell is that monster?!

How could someone withstand a musket without being baptized?

"Don't be afraid! He's injured! He's made of flesh and blood too!"

Irma roared to bolster his courage, brandishing his silver knife as he charged forward, shouting, "I'm going to rip your guts out!"

Although he had neglected his martial arts, Erma still possessed the foundation of a near-first-tier Baptist. His strike was powerful and heavy, aimed straight at Xilun's face.

Xilun turned his head, the blade grazing his cheek, a few strands of black hair falling down.

That's a really fast knife.

Xilun parried with his rusty dagger.

Ding!

Sparks flew everywhere.

The short sword in Xilun's hand was actually sliced ​​in half by that silver sword!

"Haha! Die!"

Seeing that he had the advantage in weaponry, Erma grinned and slashed repeatedly, his blade flashing like a net, forcing Xilun to retreat again and again.

Xiren's arm was slashed with two bloody gashes, but the expression on his face remained terrifyingly calm.

He is waiting.

Erma's attacks grew increasingly frantic, completely unaware that Siron was deliberately luring the battlefield into a corner.

And in the shadows of that corner, there was another person.

That good-for-nothing who has always been ignored by everyone, Kanavi.

At this moment, Kanavi was huddled under the table, his hands gripping the "Pepperbox" pistol that Xiren had given him tightly.

His hands were trembling, and his teeth were chattering.

But he saw the blood on Xiren's body.

That was blood shed to save him.

"Kanawi! Are you even a man?!"

Xilun's roar exploded like thunder in Kanavi's ears.

Kanavi shuddered.

He saw the gunman with his back to him, who was raising his gun and aiming it at Siron, who was being held hostage by Irma.

If nothing is done, Xilun will die.

He died because of that good-for-nothing.

"ah--!!"

Canavie closed his eyes, let out a desperate and hysterical scream, and pulled the trigger.

boom!

A burst of fire shot out from the muzzle of the gun.

The immense recoil made Kanavi's wrist ache.

The gunman who was preparing to launch a sneak attack on Xilun suddenly had a burst of blood mist erupt from his back, and he collapsed to the ground like a tattered sack.

The gunshot caused Irma to freeze for a moment.

He turned around in disbelief, looking at the good-for-nothing he used to bully.

"Kanawi?! You dare..."

It's now!

A cold glint suddenly flashed in Xilun's eyes.

Instead of retreating, he took a step forward, his whole body like a fully drawn bow, and his right fist suddenly slammed out.

This punch had no fancy moves.

It consists of pure strength and special techniques for generating power.

The energy surged within his body, flowing along his spine, converging in his right arm, and finally exploding at the point of his fist.

[Skill: Bone-Crushing Fist (Beginner)]

Special ability activated: Spiral Penetrating Force!

A low, muffled rumble of thunder seemed to echo in the air.

Irma turned around in alarm, only managing to cross his arms in front of his chest.

Click!

The crisp sound of bones cracking was particularly jarring in the noisy bar.

Xiren's fist, with unparalleled penetrating power, directly shattered Erma's forearm bone, and with undiminished force, it slammed heavily into his chest.

"puff--"

Irma's clothes ripped open at the back, and he arched backward like a shrimp, spitting out blood mixed with dark red fragments of internal organs.

The spiraling force penetrated his body, directly shattering his heart.

Irma slammed heavily against the bar, shattering the solid wood bar into pieces. His body twitched twice, and the light in his eyes quickly faded.

Even in death, an expression of unbelievable fear remained on his face.

The bar fell silent instantly.

Only one thug remained, terrified, holding a knife, his legs trembling, retreating step by step.

"No...don't kill me..."

Xilun didn't even glance at him, casually picking up the half-broken rusty dagger from the ground.

With a flick of his wrist.

call out!

The broken sword transformed into a streak of light.

puff.

The blade plunged precisely into the thug's throat.

The body fell to the ground.

The battle is over.

From the moment Xilun overturned the table to the moment the last person fell, it took only two minutes.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood and gunpowder.

Xilun stood amidst the chaos, his chest rising and falling slightly.

He looked down at the wound on his abdomen; the bleeding had stopped.

Then he walked to Irma's body, bent down, and pried the silver dagger out of the stiff hand.

The blade was gleaming, without a trace of blood.

"A fine knife."

Xiren sighed, wiped his hand on Erma's clothes, and then tucked it into his boot.

Then, he began to skillfully touch the corpse.

Wallet, pocket watch, ring, and that well-maintained pistol.

After doing all this, he turned around and looked at Kanavi, who was still slumped in the corner, holding a gun and looking dazed.

Xiren walked over, took the still-hot pistol from Kanavi's hand, and put it back on his waist.

Then he reached out his hand.

"stand up."

Kanavi looked up at Xiren, who was standing against the light.

At that moment, Xilun's figure became incredibly tall in his eyes, like a god or demon.

"west...Xilun..."

Kanavi's voice was choked with sobs, his face streaked with tears and snot, "I...I killed someone..."

"No."

Xilun pulled him up, brushed the dust off his knees, and spoke as calmly as if discussing the weather.

"You didn't kill anyone."

Xilun pointed to the corpse on the ground.

"You killed two rabid dogs, saving yourself and your family."

He looked into Kanavi's eyes and said, word by word:

"Remember this feeling."

"This is the taste of power."

"In this messed-up world, people will only sit down and listen to reason when you have a gun in your hand or your fist is strong enough."

After saying that, Xilun turned and walked towards the bar.

The original bartender, sensing something was wrong, quickly slipped away, leaving the bar empty and deserted.

Xilun took a few bloodstained silver shillings from his pocket and gently placed them on the intact half of the bar.

Clang.

The crisp sound of metal clashing echoed through the quiet bar.

"Consider it repair costs."

Xilun straightened his slightly disheveled collar and rebuttoned his cuffs.

Push the door open.

The wind and snow rushed in.

Xilun strode into the snowstorm, leaving behind only a cold, hard silhouette.

"Let's go, Kanavi, we have training tomorrow."