Holy Fist
Chapter 322 - 165 Blood Pill levels, Wailing Secret Sword_2

Chapter 322: 165 Blood Pill levels, Wailing Secret Sword_2

He said this with a face devoid of expression.

In the sunlight, at the position of his left shoulder, a black metal mask resembling a shoulder guard clung to the silver magnetic buckle. The mask’s surface depicted a hideous evil spirit pattern with protruding fangs and blood-red pupils.

Faintly, there seemed to be the character for the number nine.

"Heh heh heh..."

Opposite him, Bai Xiao stepped over Luo Liang’s corpse, revealing a malignant smile on his face. His piercing gaze fixed on Feng Jun, blood faintly visible in his pupils, like a ravenous wolf under the night sky, vicious yet focused.

An aura of dire murder surrounded him, cold, hard, and rugged.

Like a fierce wind ravaging freely across a desert and Gobi.

"Are you ordering me?"

Bai Xiao looked at this Feng Jun who had appeared out of nowhere, feeling a nearly boiling desire to brutally beat him. Luo Liang was his spoils of war, and whether he lived or died should be decided or dealt with by Bai Xiao alone!

No one else had the right!

"Yes."

Feng Jun replied to Bai Xiao’s question with an expressionless face, nearly provocative.

In an instant, without any hesitation,

he was the first to draw his sword and lunge forward, turning into a lightning shadow that refracted multiple times in the air, charging fiercely at Bai Xiao. His steps merged into a continuous sound.

In that same moment, Bai Xiao stepped forward, his body swelling and growing larger.

No matter who the opponent was or where they came from, fight first, ask questions later!

Both men ran towards each other, closing the distance at top speed to enter their respective attack ranges. A cold, merciless momentum collided viciously with a fierce and domineering aura, causing the air to fluctuate.

Somewhere in between,

there seemed to be the wail of sword blades and the roaring like snakes hissing in unison.

...

Clang!

Feng Jun swung his sword.

In the torn air, an abrupt cascade of black light appeared.

Whoosh!

Bai Xiao’s eyes turned cold. His body, as if enveloped by wind and thunder, threw a punch wrapped with the aura of Flame Steel, aiming straight for Feng Jun’s body.

Both parties were straightforward, attacking without defending!

Clang!!!

The metal Spear Sword instantly cut through the air, fiercely striking Bai Xiao’s chest.

Immediately, the grating sound of a hard object’s collision rang out sharply. A trail of gold and red sparks burst upon the prominently risen chest, carrying the smell of gunpowder.

"Heh heh..."

A sneer echoed in Bai Xiao’s heart, as his fist continued to smash down on Feng Jun.

However, the Spear Sword that was vibrating rapidly on his chest suddenly let out a piercing wail. It was as if thousands of overlapping voices resonated by his ear, trembling his eardrums and shrouding him with a fear-inducing black aura.

Thump!

Bai Xiao’s punch missed its mark, creating ripple-like shockwaves in the air in front of him.

The highly compressed air blew a white circle on the ground.

And Feng Jun had already dodged, his movements ghost-like.

He held his sword in a pose that seemed to come straight out of a horror film, appearing and disappearing like a ghost.

And somehow, he had already circled to Bai Xiao’s rear.

"Clang!"

A sword slash left a narrow black streak in the air.

"Cling!"

Still to no avail, Feng Jun instantly retreated.

In the next moment, a returning circular punch, swung heavily through the air like a giant siege hammer, smashed onto the ground.

With a loud explosion,

grey and black concrete scattered in all directions as if blown apart by explosives.

Each fragment, carrying astonishing force,

shot out like bullets towards the retreating Feng Jun.

"Ting ting ting ting!"

A black arc appeared in front of Feng Jun, like an elliptical mirror, blocking all the fragments. Through a cloud of dust, the sword’s light flashed like lightning.

Striking fiercely and straight, its sharp tip pointed at the oncoming Bai Xiao.

Boom!

Two forces collided instantly, vibrating at high speed.

The sturdy sword body, which met the fist, bent slightly.

Clumps of black fear Qi burst forth before the eyes, and just as the sounds of wailing ghosts and howling wolves rose, they were exploded by a savage, swinging massive fist. With a loud bang, the two formidable figures separated in the grey mist.

Separated by several meters.

Bai Xiao glanced at himself, noticing a fine white scratch on his body. The sharpness of the opponent’s Spear Sword was evident, able to leave a mark on his current body. Moreover, he could feel that this person was just probing.

He had not truly exerted his full strength.

Of course, Bai Xiao too was merely probing, checking out the opponent’s techniques.

"Impenetrable defense, such hard Horizontal Training..."

Feng Jun held the sword with one hand, its tip slightly tilted toward the ground.

"However, it has not yet reached the Blood Pill level, and the Qi and strength in the blood cannot instantly gather into a single entity, reaching any corner of the body. Otherwise, my sword just now would not have left any mark."

He estimated Bai Xiao’s strength and slowly raised the Wailing Sword in his hand.

"Use the Martial Fighter Realm and kill him directly."

Hum...

A bizarre vibration emanated from within Feng Jun, as his icy ruthlessness became more vigorous, the unique frequency membrane of the Martial Fighter Realm enveloping his whole body. He instantly assumed a combat stance with the sword, one foot stepping forward, the other stabilizing behind, with his body cantilevered sideways and his muscles tensed slightly.

His strong and powerful arms grabbed the sharp Spear Sword, which could emit wailing sounds. A glint of silver from the sword’s tip was aimed diagonally at Bai Xiao’s heart.

"Wailing Secret Sword."

In an instant, Feng Jun’s black hair whipped wildly, his pupils turning pitch black. The frequencies on his body’s surface seemed to resonate with each other, creating several black patches in certain areas. These spots took the shape of eyes and emitted an evil presence, as if observing Bai Xiao for any flaws from a dozen different angles simultaneously.

"Evil Eyes!"

A gust of wind surged as the wailing and howling sounds abruptly exploded.

Clang!!!

A Spear Sword violently penetrated Bai Xiao’s defensive posture, striking his chest like a flashing red meteor.

The piercing sound was as fast as lightning.

However, despite landing his blow, Feng Jun’s face showed surprise.

After reaching the Martial Fighter Realm and combining it with the Wailing Secret Sword, his force had increased multiple times. According to his original estimate, it should have been able to pierce through with one strike!

But the tip of the Wailing Sword in his hand bent under the immense force.

It had only left a white dot on Bai Xiao’s chest.

The hot high-temperature Qi steamed on the skin’s surface, and dark red twisted sinews coiled under the epidermis. Bai Xiao’s entire body bulged with abnormally ferocious muscles. His stature had inflated to a height of two and a half meters without notice, his upper body of cast iron wrapped around by a gigantic black serpent.

"No matter where you come from, whatever damned Ghost Face..."

"Now, take my punch!!!"

Bai Xiao’s robust body instantly pressed forward, the air churned violently as he rushed toward Feng Jun, who was retreating with his sword. Boom! A punch was thrown!

His fist, enshrouded with billowing black flames, smashed toward Feng Jun.

Black light flickered in Feng Jun’s eyes, the Wailing Sword in his hand vibrated at high speed, emitting that overlapping sound that could mesmerize the mind in an attempt to disrupt Bai Xiao’s motion. But suddenly, the air around Bai Xiao’s body exploded.

Roar!!! Roar!!!

The fierce roar of dual lions caused even the ground to shake.

A powerful spiritual intimidation rushed forth from Bai Xiao, colliding and neutralizing with Feng Jun’s. As a result, the unweakened punch accelerated!

Bang!

The Wailing Sword, held horizontally in front of him, abruptly buckled and nearly bent to ninety degrees. Feng Jun, with his hands on the sword, trembled, and his whole body was lifted by the tremendous impact, floating away lightly.

"Such a peculiar strength this man has..."

"He hasn’t refined the Blood Pill, integrating his power and defenses seamlessly, yet he can boost his physique to a terrifying level through an outbreak, even stronger than the normal Blood Pill Hard Skill Training. If he can refine the Blood Pill later, his body could unleash even more astonishing power. Perhaps he could even rank in the Dark World fighting contest..."

Thoughts flashed through Feng Jun as his foot suddenly hit the ground.

He staggered backward several steps, shattering the concrete beneath his soles.

He took a deep look at Bai Xiao, who was rushing forward.

"I misjudged, he has not cultivated the Fear Secret Technique. Having fought to this extent, it’s unlikely for the opponent to hold back. Can the appearance of that fear Qi be just an accident or coincidence? I can’t get entangled with him anymore..."

Feng Jun slowly raised his sword, and suddenly a spiraling black Qi wrapped rapidly around his arm, even extending to the Wailing Sword like a swimming dragon.

"Ghost Wind!"

"Ah!!!!!"

Overlapping wails exploded loudly as a black wind slash that gleamed like an aurora collided fiercely with a dark-red shadow.

Boom!!!

The ground was shaking, the forest was shaking, the walls were shaking, and the plaster from the wall fell down like a violent earthquake had been triggered.