Holy Fist
Chapter 240 - 128 Consecutive defeats for two people, ruthless crushing_2

Chapter 240: 128 Consecutive defeats for two people, ruthless crushing_2

On the right, Bai Xiao stood quietly in place.

He was still wearing that tight-fitting combat suit from the Fierce Bird Sect.

His gaze fixed on Long Qing ahead, his pupils calm and icy.

It was unknown whether it was because he had cultivated the Divine Ghost Six Desires Secret.

He felt that he could vaguely control the murderous aura in his body, preventing it from leaking out. Although the wild breath inside him was boiling like volcanic lava, not a bit of it spilled out. From afar, he looked like an athlete leisurely participating in an entertainment match, purely here on vacation.

In the ring, two figures confronted each other from left to right.

The aura exposed by Long Qing was clearly more oppressive.

Below, numerous core disciples from different schools discussed and evaluated.

"It feels like Fiery Fire Martial Arts Hall’s Long Qing is much stronger."

A black-haired young man from Rock Tiger Sect glanced over the two.

Based on his own experience, he quickly commented.

"Hehe, it serves that guy right for being so arrogant just now; he’s definitely going to get a thorough beating! Who does he think he is, being so disrespectful to his elders? Even daring to provoke the Deputy Master of Fiery Fire Martial Arts Hall with his words?"

A girl from the Steel Bell Sect, with her hands wrapped in bandages, revelled in schadenfreude.

Next to her, many core disciples nodded in agreement.

"Long Qing has been a core disciple of Fiery Fire Martial Arts Hall for about two years. He reportedly made significant progress in the last six months, mastering Hard Qi Skill to a higher level, already possessing the strength to challenge even higher core levels. However, for safety, he still underwent arduous training for several months and was planning to issue a challenge soon. By strength, he should actually be Fiery Fire Martial Arts Hall’s fifth core. In contrast, this Bai Xiao, apparently only became a core disciple of the Fierce Bird Sect a week ago. The gap is a bit large..."

A muscular bald man analyzed soberly.

"Long Qing, beat him mercilessly!"

"Let him know what a gap means!"

Si Rui, the fourth core of Fiery Fire Martial Arts Hall, was very proactive.

She yelled towards the stage.

Because the Deputy Master of Fiery Fire Martial Arts Hall, Luo Yan, was her master.

The black ring.

Long Qing turned his head and gestured with a wave of his hand, his demeanor relaxed and composed.

He turned his head, twisted his neck, making a cracking sound. His face, filled with tough muscles, revealed a ferocious grin, his white teeth lined up menacingly.

"Looking at your physique, you must also practice Hard Skill."

"You’re unlucky to run into me!"

"Let me show you the Yan Shan Qi Gong of Fiery Fire Martial Arts Hall."

Huff!

Long Qing instantly exhaled two hot white streams of breath from his nostrils.

His entire body lifted its arms as his skin rapidly turned red and his body temperature kept climbing. Instantly, the veins on Long Qing’s temples bulged, and his eyes turned red and bright. His muscular frame visibly expanded by another two sizes, the dark red muscles inch by inch covering his arms, as if there were Qi currents forcibly pushing from beneath.

"Begin."

An Elder acting as the temporary referee from below shouted.

In an instant, the ring shook.

Breathing heavily, Long Qing suddenly stepped forward, striding out.

His entire person was like a furious red bull, quite fierce!

"Still not taking a defensive stance, it seems you are truly seeking death!!!"

There was a flash of red light in Long Qing’s eyes.

A straight punch blasted out!

His fist, like a thick and brutal battering ram, swung up high, carrying surging massive kinetic energy, and heavily slammed into Bai Xiao’s chest!

Thump!

A muffled impact sound echoed from the ring.

The crimson fist, forcefully met with bulging muscles.

Long Qing suddenly looked up, his expression incredulous.

Bai Xiao, immovable!

Like a heavy mountain, a silent giant elephant.

He expressionlessly looked at Long Qing, the icy coldness in his pupils turned into two icy arrows, shooting into Long Qing’s eyes and extinguishing his fury.

"So this is the Yan Shan Qi Gong you are proud of?"

Bai Xiao exerted force without expression, his entire body stiffly shifting Long Qing across the ring. Enormous strength enveloped the two, pushing horizontally inch by inch.

They moved forward about five meters.

"So weak..."

The moment he made the evaluation, Bai Xiao abruptly lifted his arm, effortlessly knocking the opponent’s fist away. Then, with a spread of his large hand, he struck down on each of Long Qing’s shoulders, producing a heavy thudding sound. Thud, thud, thud, thud...

Long Qing’s shoulders throbbed with pain as he quickly retreated.

In front of him, a massive black shadow roared toward him.

The whipping wind messed up Long Qing’s hair, and his pupils shrunk.

The phantom of an arm flashed like lightning across Long Qing’s defensive stance.

Bam!

An uppercut hit fiercely on his chin.

Long Qing’s head shook sharply, and he was actually flung into the air!

Bai Xiao bellowed with a low laugh, swinging his right shoulder as the air tore apart.

A shadow of a fist thundered onto Long Qing’s chest.

His entire body shifted horizontally in mid-air, about half a meter off the ground.

"Lie Shan!"

In the midst of intense pain, Long Qing roared, his aura surging out from his body.

However, that power had just begun to surge.

It was extinguished by an iron-red arm that fiercely reached over.

Thump!

Long Qing’s feet hit the ground, his hands raised high into the air.

His whole tall form bent, knees bent, grinning defiantly.

His blood vessels burst all over his body, resembling wriggling little snakes under the skin, particularly frightening. His eyes turned blood-red, visibly struggling hard.

And all this,

was due to that arm pressing down from above.

The iron-red claw, with a terrifying steel luster, the shaking power blasted the air. The claw tips almost touched Long Qing’s head.

It seemed that with just a slight force...

it could make his head burst open like a watermelon, revealing the brain matter.