I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

Guided by the lamp's indicator, the "opening" of the indicator becomes more precise and faster.

"What a soul worthy of recognition, it makes people eager to hunt it."

A light, airy voice came from behind the gray curtain, but to Neville's ears it sounded like cold, hard iron.

The next instant, gray feathers drifted down from the sky like ashes.

The Invisible Art of the Sinner.

Taken from the broken wings of gray and white doves, it is priceless in every sense.

It is only because it can weigh life against life on the scales of ashes.

In that instant, Neville felt as if a blade was at his side, and something had completely locked him in place.

The petite body burst through the triple curtains like lightning, emerging from the dense grayness. She held an ivory-decorated pistol in her hand and approached the serpentine band of light with eerie steps.

Gunfire erupted.

It's no use, Neville knows that.

This is an invisible technique that reveals the opening; all the bullets will be transported elsewhere through the opened door...

He staggered backward, watching blood bloom on his chest.

A deep purple band of light rose up, but it was like a snake whose cartilage had been removed, slowing down by more than a second.

In that instant, a deafening roar erupted, and the purple air was torn apart by the chilling glint of iron.

Immediately afterwards, a fist-shaped mark emerged from Neville's back, and fragments of internal organs spurted from the priest's mouth as if struck by lightning.

It was completely unclear how the exiles carried out their actions.

The priest's feet left the ground, and he was thrown into the air by the immense force.

His very spirit was also blasted away from his body.

In that instant, only one thing came to mind in his fragmented thoughts: why all the priests and clergy in the church died without any resistance.

The exile twirled the gun in his hand and fired repeatedly at the priest.

Every shot struck Neville's detached spiritual body, each shot inflicting excruciating pain—far surpassing the agony of gouging out his own eyes.

Until that farewell in an Italian accent rang in Neville's ears as he lay dying.

“arrivederci, Signore (Goodbye, sir)”

The exile stood under the bright, moonlit lamplight, pointing his gun at Neville's empty right eye socket.

Gunfire erupted, piercing through the back of his head.

thump.

His body, riddled with wounds, lay on the stage. The priest, who had sworn revenge, was now a corpse, with still-warm blood gushing from his body.

The exile bent down to pick up the eyeball from the ground, then turned and walked into the gray curtain.

There was a moment of silence in the audience, followed by deafening roars and applause.

The appearance of the first victor and the first victim ignited their passion.

The battle between mystics and superhumans is so captivating that they can't stop!

......

As Forget-Me-Not gazed at everything before him with satisfaction, he suddenly shuddered, realizing that he hadn't seen Li Lin for quite some time.

Everyone knows that if Li Lin is out of sight, some very bad things will happen.

After a moment of silence, Forget-Me-Not reappeared on the stage and gestured for the guests to remain quiet.

With the bloody start of the first duel resulting in a death, the atmosphere in the bar was completely stirred up.

"Now, please allow me to introduce the performers who will be participating in the duel next—"

"First, there's the 'veteran' from France, who once brushed with death on the battlefields of the Somme, the Marne, and Verdun, only to return alive from hell..."

Amid the gasps of the guests, a man covered in scars emerged from behind the curtain. He was wearing a tan military uniform and sunglasses.

Almost the instant he appeared on stage, a sense of utter desolation filled the air.

"So the 'veteran's' challenger is this key hunter who operates in both the mystical and civilized worlds of Vienna. What he hunts is the [key] that transcends the desires of the mortals—"

A booming sound came from behind the gray curtain, interrupting the introduction.

Upon seeing the enormous form revealed behind the curtain, both the forget-me-nots and the guests below the stage fell into a silence filled with self-doubt.

That was a tank that was burning fiercely.

"Boring, I want to see a river of blood."

Li Lin suddenly spoke up.

153 Tank Xingyi Quan

Although this is an unrestricted underground boxing match, what about the tank...?

More than the key hunter arriving in a tank for a deathmatch, the guests were more interested in how he even managed to get the tank there.

For Mr. Li, who has a system desktop, let alone a tank, he can move an entire steel torrent if given the time.

The veteran on the stage, who had survived countless battles, widened his eyes in surprise. The tank in front of him reminded him of the hellish Battle of the Somme, which was like a meat grinder.

"I protest!" the veteran's hoarse voice ripped out like a broken gong. "This is a duel, not war!"

"Ignorant fools." Li Lin's sarcasm came from inside the tank hood. "You think this is a tank? You're wrong."

There was a lot of discussion in the audience.

Compared to the first revenge match where a fight broke out at the drop of a hat, they prefer to watch matches with trash talk.

Moreover, in terms of attracting attention alone, Li Lin, who disregards martial ethics, is far superior to the exiles.

As time went by, more and more people placed bets on Li Lin.

"Kid, don't try to fool a veteran." The veteran scoffed. "This is clearly a tank captured from France!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

Li Lin laughed loudly, "Of all martial arts, this is the Tank Xingyi Quan!"

With unstoppable force and relentless charge, fists like cannons blazing a trail, how can tanks be inferior to traditional martial arts?

Master Li slapped the tank's steering wheel, activating the Metalworking Technique: Melting Gold.

A pulse emanating from deep within the metal began to burn, and the tank, which had been dormant for years, emitted a deep, resonant roar.

The veteran immediately felt a fierce aura rush towards him, and he realized that the tank in front of him... had come to life.

As he watched in growing horror, the tank's tracks began to spin rapidly, and the turret on top began to rotate 360 ​​degrees. Molten metal poured out of its gun barrel, cleanly tearing and burning away the gray curtain that was floating all around.

Even more terrifying, Li Lin, sitting in the car, began to explain his battle tactics with great intonation.

"This move is the Pi Quan (劈拳) from Xingyi Quan (形意拳). I will use this fist to chop at the top of his head!"

The whistling wind came from above the veteran's head. He looked up, his eyes wide with fury, as the tank's cannon barrel rose high and then slashed down with unimaginable speed. The intense wind pressure hit him, blowing his tan military cap off his head.

The veteran didn't even have time to draw his gun before he rolled on the spot.

"Hmph, trying to escape? This punch takes twenty years of skill to execute, do you think you can get away?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the cannon barrel suddenly extended by half, and driven by the gold-melting technique, it pierced the ground beneath the veteran, then launched him into the air.

"This is the Drilling Fist in Xingyi, which aims to throw the object on the fist into the air, as if drilling through the sky."

Amidst Li Lin's inexplicably impassioned explanation, the veteran's body spun halfway through the air, only to be struck in the chest by the extended cannon barrel just before landing!

"This is the Crushing Fist."

The veteran's eyes widened and bulged, as if he wanted to roar but couldn't make a sound. His sunglasses had fallen off at some point, revealing his eyes covered by white film.

He is blind.

Li Lin, who brutally beat the disabled man, showed no remorse whatsoever: "I'll settle this with this move, Cannon Fist!"

Powerful heat erupted from the cannon barrel, blasting the veteran off the stage. The guests below gasped and made way, watching the battle-hardened veteran lying motionless on the ground like a dead dog.

"...It seems the veteran has completely lost consciousness, and the winner of this duel is self-evident." Forget-Me-Not's contradictory voice rang out, "However, Mr. Key Hunter, I don't think it's in accordance with the rules for you to come to the duel in a tank."

"Therefore, starting from the next duel, no one may use weapons of war like tanks."

Forced to operate by the Melting Gold Technique, the tank, already at its limit, collapsed with a roar, and from the dust came Li Lin's disdainful laughter.

Does the absence of tanks mean we can't use other unorthodox methods?

After the duel ended, no reporters rushed up to interview Li Lin as he had imagined, which made Li Lin, who was planning to make a big splash, sigh deeply.

However, not having annoying reporters is not necessarily a bad thing. Li Lin took out his hawthorn wood magic wand and touched his forehead. Deer antlers, as clear as white jade, grew from his forehead, and a rich golden-purple glow wrapped around his shoulders.

The power of Sichen's Twin-Horned Axe protected him, allowing him to pass through the gray curtain.

The fifth and sixth contestants have already taken the stage, while the contestants after number seven are still unaware of the dirty tricks they will face.

On stage, two extraordinary individuals from the British Druid sect and the Nordic Shaman sect were locked in a heated argument. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Li Lin pulled out a crowbar, knocked a passing non-human disciple unconscious with it, and stripped him of all his clothes, putting them on himself.

The non-human disciple that Li Lin chose looked like a blackened zucchini and was holding a triangle as a simple prop.