He thought as he sat down on the rooftop and took out a porcelain bottle from his personal space. After pulling out the wooden cork, he leisurely took sip after sip. The bottle contained rice wine from the world of the Wuji Sect dungeon, fragrant and mellow with a lingering taste.

Drinking, waiting for the enemy's arrival, is the mood of a Warrior.

About ten minutes later.

"Come out, let's have a good fight."

Wang Zhifan casually threw the empty porcelain bottle into his personal space, turned his head, and looked at a spot about ten meters away on the rooftop. To others, it might look like an empty gray void, but he knew something was hiding there, watching him for more than a second.

"You really discovered me."

An old man's figure appeared from the darkness, rising and expanding from the shadows into a human shape, like a mass of black mud.

"It's you?"

Wang Zhifan immediately recognized the old man as the One-Eyed Dragon pirate. He initially thought someone else had tracked him down, not expecting it to be this old guy. This misjudgment wasn't because of a lapse in his perception but because the opponent's aura had changed so drastically, it could be said they were two different people.

"It's just old me."

The old man's voice came up, calm yet suppressed with a kind of anger and seemingly filled with pride.

"I can't believe you dared to come looking for me, truly a bit surprising."

Wang Zhifan continued to look at the old man whose aura had changed so much, with a smile.

"Heh heh, because I'm no longer the same. Now I'm not afraid of your weapons; you will inevitably lose."

As the old man spoke, his body suddenly dispersed like silt and then converged into two pitch-black curved sabers, slashing fiercely at Wang Zhifan with unbelievable speed!

"Quite something."

Wang Zhifan was unsurprised upon seeing this. He already knew the old man was adept at speed, so he was prepared for it, and his own speed was also beyond the norm, so he felt no substantial pressure.

"Invisible."

"Ice Source Power."

"Menghua Blade Skill."

He immediately deployed his three techniques, activating the Invisible Deceitful Clothing for defense, using Ice Source Power to suppress the opponent, while employing Menghua Blade Skill to launch an attack, using the Thunder Dragon Fury that he hadn't wielded for some time to achieve the maximum attack intensity.

When the Thunder Dragon Fury, imbued with a brilliant phantom light from the power of the Great Dream Saber Scripture, struck the dark curved saber in front of him, purple lightning erupted. Despite the extreme ice sealing power, this seemingly intangible object was somewhat affected; although not frozen, its speed drastically decreased, unable to evade in time.

In an instant, the high physical and lightning damage of the Thunder Dragon Fury, the additional physical and mental damage supported by the Great Dream Saber Scripture, the icy damage of the Ice Source Power, and the radiant damage provided by the Demon Slaying Belt were all further intensified under the obscure effects of the Dark Chapter Necklace. They triggered the blade master's Lv8 Heartflow and the double damage effect provided by the Ape King's Fury Ring. All these damages concentrated at one point with significant results, shattering the dark curved saber hit by the Thunder Dragon Fury and crushing the adjoining Shadow Curved Saber under the complex and terrifying intensity of the damage.

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After this strike, holding the Thunder Dragon Fury, someone scanned the surroundings with a calm expression, preparing for any follow-up attack from the opponent, but to their surprise, several seconds passed with no movement from the enemy, as if they had completely disappeared.

"Fled?"

Repeated sensing yielded no results, leading Wang Zhifan to think so, but since he hadn't detected any trace of the opponent's escape, another possibility remained.

"No way it was a kill in one hit... I only slashed once..."

He pondered the possibility, unsure due to not seeing a body.

"Forget it... wasting my time, better get back to practicing."

Having waited a while longer without detecting any trace or threat from the enemy, Wang Zhifan used the wall-penetrating skill to return to his room and continued his cultivation.

What he didn't know was that at the moment of their battle, in a distant church, a shadow priest hidden within a cloak showed a slightly surprised expression.

"That believer was defeated! Fell instantly! But his opponent seemingly did not use shadow power? Instead, it felt somewhat akin to the Cold Prison Monarch... could it be that those beings cannot bear it any longer?"

Muttering to himself, he resolved to pray about this discovery to his master.

One night passed quickly, and the vibrant life of the port resumed again.

Wang Zhifan had been prepared for the old man to attack again last night, but in the end, he was somewhat disappointed as it appeared the old man truly had died.

This wasn't mere speculation on his part but a well-founded deduction. When he later attempted to curse the guy with the Filthy Holy Grail, the Grail's reaction was very strange. It pointed to a vast array of scattered fine particles, with some unstable shadows, right on the roof of the inn where he had previously battled the old man.

"You two, continue recruiting today and also gather some intel on Forbidden Fruit Island, while I check other channels to see if there's any gain."

That morning, after having some bread and jam for breakfast at the inn, Wang Zhifan planned to part ways with Chen Ming and Chen Can as he wanted to explore the potential of a new identity.

"Fan, we asked around a lot of people about Forbidden Fruit Island during recruitment yesterday. Many sailors know the name but treat it as a mythical place, with all sorts of stories, but no reliable information."

When Wang Zhifan mentioned this, Chen Can quickly reported their prior inquiries but unfortunately, they gained no substantial results, finding more confusion the more they listened.

"It's fine, just be discerning. I'm heading out now."

Wang Zhifan didn't have much hope in that regard. After saying goodbye to the pair, he promptly left the inn and headed towards the bustling area near the bay of the harbor city.

Partway, he found a secluded corner and took a plain wooden mask from his personal space, placing it over his face.

Instantly, the effect of the Mad Tree-man Mask caused him to undergo a dramatic transformation, completely changing into another person, namely, the port inspector he had killed the previous day.

The rigid inspector's body was long since placed in a box and sunk to the seafloor, unnoticed for the time being, especially since Wang Zhifan had already appeared in disguise as him and even requested leave, enough to cover him for a few days.

But at this moment, Wang Zhifan intended to leverage this identity again, sensing it was a rare entry point for accessing the largest info circle of this dungeon world, which he urgently needed.

Not long after, disguised as the young inspector with the Mad Tree-man Mask, Wang Zhifan arrived at the port headquarters, a frequent workplace for this identity. He had invoked monetary persuasion to have someone temporarily cover his tasks.

"Steven! Are you back to work yet? The port's been really busy lately, and I'm at my limit!"

As he arrived at the entrance of the impressive building, a former colleague spotted him and greeted him warmly.

"No, my brother, I haven't finished my own work yet. Please hold on for another two days."

Wang Zhifan, disguised as Steven, replied promptly. Then he bid farewell to the colleague and entered the port headquarters, heading toward the department specializing in maritime records, the very reason for his visit.

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