Holy Fist
Chapter 350 - 178, one punch per person!

Chapter 350: 178, one punch per person!

Some sect disciples excitedly stood up, swinging their arms to throw a punch.

Their faces wore a somewhat bloodthirsty expression, as they exaggeratedly spoke.

In a flash, the second match was quickly concluded.

Awaited by the masses, the third round of the individual competition began.

"Number nine versus number twenty-two!"

Instantly, cheers erupted from the audience seats. Number nine was none other than Xing Lie from Fiery Fire Martial Arts Hall, the first core member, and number twenty-two was Lv Tang, the eldest brother from Steel Bell Sect.

Now that this match has been set, the opponents for the fourth match also fully come to light. It is Fierce Bird Sect’s Bai Xiao versus Echo Sword’s Fu Xue.

In the spectator seats of Echo Sword, a woman in white clothes, with a high ponytail, appeared charmingly simple and beautiful, with a pair of sharp sword-like eyebrows giving her a spirited and heroic look.

She held a long sword in her arms, slightly turned her head, her gaze sharply looking towards the direction of Fierce Bird Sect. At that moment, that towering figure, arms crossed in front of his chest, eyes closed, as if nurturing his spirit, utterly indifferent to everything outside.

All the intense discussions around him were blocked out.

"Such strong cultivation of breath control, to be so undisturbed..."

Fu Xue secretly marveled, her practice of Echo Sword had reached a profound realm effecting a mind like still water. Yet just now, upon knowing her opponent, a wave of emotion also surged quickly in Fu Xue’s chest. Yet, Bai Xiao had no reaction whatsoever.

Her gaze gradually grew more serious as she turned her head towards the ring.

On the other side, in the Fierce Bird Sect’s spectator seats, Bai Xiao still hadn’t opened his eyes.

His calmness upon knowing his opponent was for a simple reason.

One sentence, it’s all the same no matter who it is.

And the reason Bai Xiao still didn’t watch as the third match commenced was:

Xing Lie was certain to win; there was no need to watch.

On the ring, two figures, one on the left and one on the right, stood ready. Lv Tang was clad in a tight black short-sleeve, his arms muscles exaggerated, the skin surface rough like sand and stone. As he slightly exerted force, muscles tightened, and thick veins appeared like steel wires intertwined and stretched, a show of iron bones and steel muscles.

"Steel Bell Sect, Lv Tang!"

He instantly performed a fist-holding salute, his whole body’s momentum growing intenser.

"Fiery Fire Martial Arts Hall, Xing Lie!"

The figure opposite speaking likewise.

The next second, the broadcast sounded, and the match officially began.

After exactly one minute again, the third match ended.

Lv Tang was kneeling on the ground, his face pale, a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth. His upper body clothing had shattered completely, exposing the muscles and skin underneath with a matte steel echo. Visibly, there were deep dark red fist and palm seals imprinted, carrying a hint of scorching heat.

Especially a ferocious finger mark at the shoulder.

The muscle built like steel was brutally pierced through by a bloody hole.

About four to five centimeters deep, blood gushing out.

He lost, his pride in Horizontal Training crushed. The chains of Steel Ring Fist he executed couldn’t make Xing Lie retreat at all, all responded to and dismantled move by move.

His eyes unwillingly looked toward the opposite side.

On the rubber ring, Xing Lie was still standing in his small area, surrounded by a circle of scattered footprints. From the start to the end of the fight, Xing Lie hadn’t moved beyond a meter from where he initially stood, still too composed.

He hadn’t forced out his opponent’s full strength.

"Third match, number twenty-two, wins!"

With the referee announcing the result, both sides went down from the ring, each returning to their respective sect’s station. The host quickly came over, picking up the microphone.

...

The dark red rubber fighting ring’s edge, surrounded by steel nets. Eight black steel columns, as thick as an average person’s thigh, deeply nailed into the ring.

In front of one steel column, Bai Xiao slowly stood still, looking directly opposite.

There stood a tall, slender figure, about one meter eighty, dressed in a simple white practice uniform, overall loose-fitted, more suitable for exerting force and chopping movements. The beautiful face, with a tightly tied high ponytail and sharp sword eyebrows, conveyed a spirited and sharp dominant feeling.

Her slender fingers hung down, calloused from practicing swordsmanship. A sharp long sword was slowly drawn from its sheath, emitting a light steel hum.

A very peculiar sword, its overall shape still a sharp sword form, its edges delicate and keen, boasting an astonishing sharpness. But in the center, there appeared a design like a tuning fork, lacking both a sword tip and spine, and instead, a rectangular indentation surfaced. Around the edges of the indentation, blue icy frost patterns spread.

"Echo Sword, Fu Xue!"

Fu Xue raised her hands, performing the customary fist-seal salute.

"Fierce Bird Sect, Bai Xiao."

Bai Xiao glanced at the opponent’s peculiar long sword, seemingly interested.

"Ding, the match begins."

The broadcast bell sounded.

On the platform, figures in white and black stood on the opposite sides.

"ECHO!!!"

Perhaps reminded by Chen Hu’s defeat before, Fu Xue burst forth with full power at the first instance, her formidable strength continuously flowing, transmitting into every limb. Muscle memory honed over a dozen years ignited in an instant.

"Buzz!"

With the execution of a special force technique, the peculiar long sword, as it slashed through the air, actually produced a severe resonance. The blade vibrated at a high frequency like a tuning fork, turning into a blur of white light and shadows. The surface of the blade seemingly carried a crackling layer of white electric arcs.

"Hmm? This Secret Martial, quite interesting..."

Bai Xiao, who had stood still until now, suddenly had a glint in his eyes.

He abruptly raised his hand, blocking the whistling blade in mid-air.

"CLANG!!!"

A crisp metallic collision sound furiously vibrated outward, creating rings of white airflow around, an illusion of dust vibrating.

The echo vibrations transmitted into Bai Xiao’s arm, seemingly attempting to disintegrate the flesh in an instant, with an intention to smash everything into smithereens.

But, the disparity between them was too great, the vibrations were easily suppressed.

"Whoosh!"

Fu Xue moved incredibly fast, her whole body fluttering like a white butterfly, her long sword swinging in a full moon arc, carrying astonishing power.

"CLANG!"

At that moment, unexpectedly with no palm to obstruct, the sharp blade heavily chopped onto Bai Xiao’s shoulder, instantly tearing the fabric. However, underneath, the terrifying iron-red muscular contours were despair-inducing. Accompanied by a streak of golden-red sparks, the Echo Sword slanted out, lightly slicing on an iron pillar.

With a loud crash, the thick alloy iron pillar was directly cut into two parts. Two-thirds of the densely packed wire meshes were shattered instantly.

Bai Xiao glanced at his shoulder, squinted his eyes. He smiled lightly, turned his head towards the swiftly unsheathing Fu Xue, and raised his hand.

He gestured to continue.

"This Secret Martial of yours is intriguing, it shares a unique resonance with a Hard Skill I’ve practiced. Come on, strike as you please, let me see the extent of this secret sword’s capability." His gaze calm, he slowly reached out with his hand. With a tear, his already slightly damaged clothes were pulled down.

The torn black fabric was casually thrown to the ground.

A human figure stood upright on the platform, like an armored tank. The vaguely hidden aura beneath was like a continuous, thick black mountain range, winding heavily. It brought an inexplicable sense of fear.

"Strike as I please?"

Fu Xue clenched her teeth, her face displaying rage, feeling belittled by someone else. This anger caused the Qi-Blood inside Fu Xue to erupt continuously with a unique vibration, her well-exercised strength surging ferociously. Her wrist slightly rotated three times, showing powerful force technique.

"As you wish!"

"Echo Sword! Echoes of Thousands of Miles!!!"

Her gaze firmly locked onto Bai Xiao, she swung her sword without hesitation, a huge resonating sound instantly enveloping half of the platform. A sword light transformed into densely packed waterfalls of sword brilliance, white air torrents howling out.

"Ding ding ding ding ding..."

Pieces of bright crimson sparks exploded, Bai Xiao stood firmly in place.

He felt a peculiar echo power spreading inside his body.