Holy Fist
Chapter 273: The Great Battle of 142 is Upon Us

Chapter 273: The Great Battle of 142 is Upon Us

At 7 PM, Fierce Bird Sect Headquarters.

Fighting Hall, second floor, Arena Seven.

The spacious area was brightly lit, illuminating the surrounding clean white ceramic tiles into a reflective glow, where shadows could be seen in their reflection. In the center of the arena, a figure was continuously executing combat poses, his fists and feet swiftly slicing through the air, creating a whooshing sound.

Bai Xiao had his arms crossed in front of his chest. His whole body’s center of gravity was low, knees slightly bent, back arched, and his feet stood firm on the ground, creating a sense of majestic stability akin to a watchful lion on all fours. Wearing only a pair of black training pants, his bare upper body clearly displayed his bulging muscles. Droplets of sweat continually slid down from the hot contours of his body.

Whoosh!

His right arm vibrated through the air, leaving a trail of white mist.

That was the mark left by the sweat being rapidly dispersed.

From 2 PM till now, Bai Xiao had trained for five hours, further integrating his newly acquired, stronger Secret Martial Realm skills and enhanced physique.

Thud!

His fist, the size of a sandbag, struck a thick alloy plate in front of him.

It immediately made a startling noise.

However, the soundproofing material of the arena’s walls was exceptionally good, preventing the sound from spreading out and only allowing it to resonate internally. It sounded like the twisting of metal.

Bai Xiao maintained his punching posture, filled with dynamic tension.

He slowly lifted his head and gently extracted his fist from the embedded alloy plate.

In front, the surface of the silver alloy plate bore a smooth fist mark, its edges clearly outlined and profoundly deep. Besides this fist mark, there were many other traces of attacks next to it, including a scorched black paw mark from fierce flames, five parallel ripping sword marks, and deeply embedded palm prints.

As he practiced, Bai Xiao’s thoughts became clearer and more structured.

He vaguely integrated all the Secret Martial Arts he now mastered into a unique combat stance.

Initially, in his conventional state, Bai Xiao could maintain the Fierce Bird One Turn.

This meant countering enemies through the Heavenly Image Form and the Flame Steel Formation, both of which he had mastered to perfection. These versatile moves were sufficient to face most adversaries. However, there always existed some stronger opponents who were much more dangerous.

Therefore, when encountering these individuals,

Bai Xiao would immediately deploy the Fierce Bird Second Transformation Wind and Thunder Form, bringing forth a moment of extraordinary speed. Then, at close quarters, the dual might of the Black Flame Lion Heart Fist would overpower and even stun the opponent. Lastly, it would end with the Sword Qi of the Ten Fists Sword.

One strike to sever the head.

This combination was terrifying; the enemy hardly had any time to react.

Although such an analogy was somewhat unpleasant, he truly felt that even Xia Shi, the second core of the Fierce Bird Sect, might...

possibly be unable to put up any resistance and pay dearly in blood if suddenly faced with this combination.

That alone was sufficient to deal with ninety-nine point nine percent of conventional enemies. As for the unconventional ones, unconventional measures were required.

Like the Hundred Python Swallowing Elephant, like the Demon Lion Roar Sword.

The priority was the Burst State Hundred Python Swallowing Elephant first and the fatal Demon Lion Roar Sword last. The Demon Lion Roar Sword consumed too much energy, sapping at least half of Bai Xiao’s strength with a single move, so it could only be a last resort.

To summarize, it was essentially about the three phases of Bai Xiao’s combat ability.

Normal state, battle state, burst state.

Having a clear understanding of the power and skills he possessed

was a crucial step toward success.

He vaguely felt that this clear pattern of thought could improve his overall strength by at least ten to fifteen percent in a fight.

Killing was important, but scientifically killing was even more crucial!

"Huff..."

Bai Xiao relaxed his fists, picked up a towel next to him, and wiped the sweat beads from his face. Then, he picked up a bottle of mineral water to replenish his body’s fluids.

In front of him, the experiences of a Martial Artist had significantly increased.

The four-time enhanced Pure Heart talent was especially useful.

[Skill: Jujutsu Perfection (Infinity/Infinity)]

Finally, the Jujutsu which Bai Xiao had not invested potential points in before, had leveled up under his occasional practice. Because his physique was now overly exaggerated, exceeding sixty points, even though Jujutsu had broken through, Bai Xiao did not feel anything special. Still, reaching perfection was a positive thing.

He looked at a row of skills that had been elevated to their limits, feeling accomplished.

Gurgle gurgle, his Adam’s apple moved, and water poured into his mouth.

Just then,

"Knock knock knock..."

There came a knocking at the door.

Bai Xiao drank the last sip of mineral water, then put the empty bottle down.

He walked over and opened the door.

Outside stood his senior brother, Wu Binghe, quietly standing there.

In his hand, he carried a black backpack.

"Senior brother, what’s up?"

Bai Xiao asked, holding a towel to wipe off his sweat.

"Did I interrupt your training?"

Wu Binghe smiled faintly and stepped inside.

"No, I just finished training and was about to take a shower."

Bai Xiao closed the door and walked towards the rest area of the arena.

There was a simple seat and table, with a bookcase nearby.

The two sat down each at a seat.

"You are getting close to the Martial Fighter Realm, aren’t you? That’s really impressive."

"You were much stronger than I was at that time."

Wu Binghe began to speak, his demeanor surprisingly approachable.

"Not yet, I just broke through the Breaker Third Stage, probably still far from being a Martial Fighter," Bai Xiao shook his head casually as he placed the towel on the table.

"No, not far now,"

Wu Binghe surprisingly shook his head too, denying Bai Xiao’s statement.