Holy Fist
Chapter 286 - 148 Battle Boost, Gathering from All Sides!_2

Chapter 286: 148 Battle Boost, Gathering from All Sides!_2

So, Bai Xiao wanted to add some points to recover immediately.

He could still influence the outcome of the battle after leaving the nightmare of fear.

"Come on..."

He took a deep breath, his whole state relaxed, and his shoulders drooped.

The next second, a spark of sharpness flashed in Bai Xiao’s eyes as he roared in his heart.

"Dark Red, let’s see the limit of this body’s recovery!"

In an instant, red light flickered, and mysterious power infused his personal panel.

The change occurred suddenly.

[Your profession ’Martial Artist,’ EXP +70!]

[Your skill ’Copper Statue Technique,’ EXP +200!]

[Skill ’Copper Statue Technique First Layer’ has been upgraded to ’Copper Statue Technique Second Layer’!]

...

In the real world, at the headquarters of the Fierce Bird Sect.

As the overlapping realms emerged, the real world and the deep world merged into one. The Horror Bird Organization decisively launched a total attack, fighting fiercely with numerous elders and disciples of the Fierce Bird Sect. However, something strange happened. Initially, before the overlapping of the worlds, the Horror Bird Organization had a slight advantage.

But, after the overlap,

As expected, the situation where the Horror Bird Organization completely overwhelmed the Fierce Bird Sect did not occur. Instead, the balance of power was somehow restored.

Because the Horror Bird Organization had lost two high-end combatants!

Evil Ghost Red Kestrel and Evil Ghost Owl, at a critical moment, disappeared without a trace!

"Why hasn’t the Owl come back yet?"

"Where is the Red Kestrel!?"

In the square near the Martial Arts Building, several members of the Horror Bird Organization at the Evil Ghost level were extremely puzzled. This was the main battlefield, where all the elder-level figures of the Fierce Bird Sect were present. At the Fighting Hall, what formidable enemy could there be? Why have the Red Kestrel and the Owl been gone so long and still not returned to help in the battle?

"Damn it!"

Boom!

A thunderous explosion sounded.

An Evil Ghost level figure in a black robe, charged forward ferociously, colliding fiercely with a short-haired elder who was sprinting straight at him like an arrow.

The short-haired elder exploded instantly, his hair stiff as steel needles. Red streaks as thick as fingers appeared on his old wrists, clustering around the center of his palm. His twisted yet powerful muscles entwined and spread, creating a pronounced sense of power.

Every swing of his palm tore through the air leaving a strong swoosh.

When his fist was thrown, in an instant, it was as if seven or eight shadows overlapped. The speed varied, controlled merely by his will, enhanced by a special frequency.

The black-robed person’s body surged with dark energy, his explosive claws seemed to be able to shred everything. Both figures flickered, continuously maneuvering around the battlefield.

The sound of collisions was incessant.

Bang!!!

Due to the intense speed and rhythm,

Everyone could only hear a loud noise.

But in reality, that loud noise covered at least ten exchanges. Both were experienced and ferocious fighters, each collision was extremely perilous, any lesser skilled combatant would have already been downed.

Both sides countered each other’s moves, either clashing fiercely or defending and striking back.

They were competing not only in strength and speed but also in control of techniques and the remarkable ability to seize fleeting weaknesses during combat. The clash between elder-level and Evil Ghost level fighters whirled into two black tornadoes, charging forward and exchanging hundreds of blows along the way. Their feet scraping against the ground left black marks and trenches.

Whoosh!

The short-haired elder’s punch shot out like lightning, thunder roaring.

Thump!

The elder threw another punch, slow as a plodding tortoise.

But, while the lightning-fast punch only created a big hole in the wall, the extremely slow second punch demolished half of a nearby building!

This Triple Speed Change Fist technique, he had mastered to perfection.

The Evil Ghost level opponent was terribly impeded, frequently injured.

Also, Wen Yuan, an elder who had once overlapped with Bai Xiao, also held off an Evil Ghost. No, to be precise, Wen Yuan and another elder from the Fierce Bird Sect teamed up and fought fiercely against two Evil Ghost level figures from the Horror Bird Organization. The four of them, like a permutation combination, sometimes went one-on-one, sometimes two-on-two, and sometimes seized the opportunity for a two-on-one. They continuously switched opponents, fighting valiantly.

At a location close to the Martial Arts Building, right at the heart of the battlefield.

Two figures, constantly rebounding, colliding repeatedly.

The aura they emitted faintly seemed to be the strongest among all present.

On the side of the Horror Bird Organization, strikingly, was a red-haired Evil Ghost, his black robe already shattered, revealing a body as robust and burly as a strong man. On his body, there was a set of black leather battle gear, covered with spiked rivets, wrapped around his exaggeratedly large arm muscles and shoulders.

Five thick fingers were curled, each covered with a golden knuckle duster.

The edges of the knuckle dusters were fierce and rugged, stained with specks of blood.

"Old man, you’re not worthy to be my enemy!!!"

The red-haired Evil Ghost charged suddenly, his feet thundering on the ground. The moment his fist swung out, it was as though a catapult had released its sling, with a loud whump.

The air was shredded inch by inch, a golden glow from the knuckle dusters swept across in an arc.

"Clang!"

A dark, gaunt human palm collided with it.

Instantly, a fierce air wave erupted around them.

"If I hadn’t been injured in my earlier years..."

"Within a hundred moves, I could easily take you down!"

A familiar voice sounded as a hunched figure slowly rose.

The skinny arms, incredibly, forcefully lifted the red-haired Evil Ghost. The contrast was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, but actually flipping the chariot over. The wind roared, hair disheveled, Chen Liao lifted his face.

His aged face, lined with wrinkles, now regained the startling vigor and aura of his youth. Fiercely sharp, like a cold gleaming sword, merely unsheathed a fraction, yet profoundly alarming.