Holy Fist
Chapter 242 - 129 The third punch, you will die!

Chapter 242: 129 The third punch, you will die!

Under the arena, many core disciples buzzed with discussion.

Because Bai Xiao had won against Si Rui, the fourth core disciple of Fiery Fire Martial Arts Hall, and he had won too cleanly and decisively. That feeling was clearly still hiding some reserve power.

"I misjudged again; this person’s strength is not just limited to the fourth or third core disciples. Compared to Long Qing of Fiery Fire Martial Arts Hall, who was just defeated, Bai Xiao is stronger in strength and faster in speed. It could be said that he is a full-scale enhanced version of Long Qing. Just now, Si Rui’s attempt to fight speed with speed didn’t work but was suppressed instead, falling behind in both offense and defense"

"That led to a quick defeat."

The bald man fixed his gaze on Bai Xiao’s retreating figure, his eyes flickering.

"Si Rui of Fiery Fire Martial Arts Hall is disappointing, losing so quickly"

Next to him, the bandaged girl from Steel Bell Sect murmured softly.

Suddenly, a voice from the back interrupted.

"It’s not that Long Qing and Si Rui of Fiery Fire Martial Arts Hall are weak, but rather that this newly promoted seventh core disciple of Fierce Bird Sect is too strong. His overwhelming momentum already feels like that of a Senior Disciple of a school. This Bai Xiao is not simple"

The bandaged girl turned her head and was shocked to see that the speaker was the Senior Disciple of Steel Bell Sect. At this moment, the Senior Disciple was looking intently at the arena, with an indescribable expression. "Fiery Fire Martial Arts Hall’s Xiang Nan will surely intervene..."

"Just right, let’s see if we can force out more from Bai Xiao."

The bandaged girl was momentarily stunned.

This tone of the Senior Disciple was as if Xiang Nan from Fiery Fire Martial Arts Hall was the challenger, as if a weaker challenger was approaching a stronger opponent.

The situation felt strangely off...

Below the arena, in the area occupied by the personnel of Fiery Fire Martial Arts Hall.

The Deputy Master Luo Yan had an unsightly expression, struggling to maintain face.

The surrounding elders also frowned, their demeanor somber.

Next to them, Long Qing and Si Rui were being supported in their seats, their bodily injuries neither light nor severe, but their overall condition was poor. Especially Long Qing who initially overestimated himself, attempting to compete in strength with Bai Xiao, had shoulders and arms shaking unnaturally, especially the forearm, which seemed to involve injured bones.

The injuries would still require ten to twenty days of rest even with the use of secret medicine.

"Xiang Nan, it’s your turn."

Deputy Master Luo Yan spoke out.

He looked at the solid and robust youth beside him.

The second core disciple Xiang Nan, dressed in a red short martial arts suit, had a strapping and robust physique, his thick arms slightly drooping, the fists heavily calloused. There was an almost discernible hefty feeling.

The power behind this man’s punches was likely to be extraordinarily formidable.

"Yes."

Xiang Nan’s voice was deep as he responded.

Compared to Long Qing and Si Rui, Xiang Nan was undoubtedly more mature and stable.

With a tip of his toe, he leaped onto the black arena in one step.

He moved to a corner of the arena, warming up his fists, quietly observing Bai Xiao.

And Bai Xiao, having witnessed the entire process, silently met Xiang Nan’s gaze.

His eyes swept over Xiang Nan’s continually clenching fingers. Clearly, this second core disciple of Fiery Fire Martial Arts Hall was going to be much more troublesome than the previous two opponents.

Below the arena, the spectators began to feel a sense of expectation.

Because after the previous two matches, everyone had already acknowledged that Bai Xiao’s strength was at least on the level of the second or third core disciples, and with Xiang Nan as the second core disciple of Fiery Fire Martial Arts Hall, their fight was seen as evenly matched.

At least, it appeared evenly matched on the surface.

Overwhelming battles aren’t interesting.

It is the matches where both sides go all out and reciprocate that are intriguing.

"To defeat Long Qing and Si Rui consecutively, you are indeed strong."

Xiang Nan suddenly spoke, addressing Bai Xiao.

"Fiery Fire Martial Arts Hall, Xiang Nan."

He fiercely adopted a combat-ready stance. His feet firmly spread apart, center of gravity sinking, arms stretched across his chest, the muscles on his arms bulging, especially around the wrists where thick tendons were taut.

A pair of powerful and vigorous claws, grasping the air, slightly vibrating.

Bai Xiao glanced at his opponent, his relaxed demeanor swept away, and he became entirely earnest. He recognized the strength of his opponent; Xiang Nan was no ordinary adversary. With his opponent taking it seriously, he had to do the same.

"Fierce Bird Sect, Bai Xiao."

Bai Xiao instantly assumed the Magic Bird Style, his body temperature gradually radiating.

"Begin!"

The Elder acting as the referee immediately shouted.

With a whoosh!

The sound had barely ended.

A figure had already instantly crossed a ten-meter distance.

Xiang Nan advanced, one arm shooting out, tracing a black arc through the air. A vicious punch was aimed directly at a vital spot.

In the state of God Descent, Bai Xiao could see clearly.

The opponent’s fist, like a swinging steel whip, formed a blur at high speed, slicing through his area of defensive reaction, and fiercely struck three inches below his chest.

Extremely cunning Fist Eye Skill!

Bai Xiao’s eyes narrowed, his arms instantaneously activated, power and speed erupting in that split second. A hand-chop swept diagonally, intercepting mid-air.

With a thud!

The fist collided with the hand-chop, bones vibrated, and vigorous winds howled.

Xiang Nan’s heart chilled; Bai Xiao’s physical condition was stronger than he imagined. His move, which normal martial artists couldn’t respond to, was forcefully countered by Bai Xiao using muscular force to drive his limbs into a blocking position.

If skill isn’t enough, relied on muscle!

As long as the muscles were strong, the fascia robust, and the physical condition was strong.

There was an almost limitless margin for error, even allowing for aftertelling.

"A tough opponent!"

Xiang Nan immediately pressed closer, his whole body turning his fists into elbows. His legs burst forth fiercely, causing the arena to tremble, his figure becoming a black afterimage.