Holy Fist
Chapter 359 - 183 Fighting Tournament Begins, Individual Gains

Chapter 359: 183 Fighting Tournament Begins, Individual Gains

Xing Lie returned to the arena, stepping on the dark red rubber.

Turning his head, the increasingly intense and fiery atmosphere of the Fiery Fire Stadium enveloped him from all directions. Some spectators even stood up to swing their fists, with bloodthirsty expressions on their faces and wide eyes. The bubbling noise of the crowd, the hushed whispers of anticipation, became wave after wave of sound that swept over.

"I... Where am I..."

Xing Lie muttered to himself, somewhat bewildered, turning his head in confusion.

Directly opposite the arena, there stood a towering, robust figure.

At this moment, his upper body bare, the surface of his muscles emitted a faintly vicious black and red color, radiating heat and steaming. His face, expressionless, was cold and silent.

Like a machine only passionate about fighting and killing.

"I... I’m back on the singles tournament final’s arena!!!"

Xing Lie finally came to his senses, realizing where he was now.

However, the next second, the sound of the broadcast bell rang.

"Ding, the match begins!"

This time, Xing Lie didn’t rush forward to attack first, but continued to maintain the molten stance of the Triple Burst Claws. Although he didn’t know what the situation was, he learned from his past mistakes. Bai Xiao’s strength was astonishing; if he attacked rashly, he would only meet a terrible end. It was better to defend first and observe the situation.

A few seconds later, within Xing Lie’s line of sight.

"Thump, thump, thump, thump!"

A black blur stepped onto the arena, bringing a sweeping whirlwind.

"Block the first wave..."

"Bang!!!"

Xing Lie had just raised his defense when the black shadow opposite him suddenly accelerated. His entire arm inflated like a balloon, covered with black serpent-like veins; the ferocious claws howled, ripping through the air!

"Puchi!"

The resistance was utterly ineffective; the arms in front of his chest were shaken away, one jolted open, the other broken. The terrifying impact force, measured in tons, surged in instantly and effortlessly pierced through Xing Lie’s chest, taking away a large chunk of flesh from his back, forming a three-to-four-meter long column of blood mist!

"This..."

Xing Lie was like a lamb skewered on an iron rod, lifted into the air. Crimson blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, a hint of panic surfaced in his pupils.

Rip!!!

The huge black shadow opposite him pulled with both hands, and vigorously tore to the left and right along the fissure. Xing Lie felt a sharp pain as his body split in two!

"Ahhhh!!!"

After a scream filled with terror, Xing Lie woke up. The first thing he saw with his opening eyes was the white ceiling. His gaze was diffuse for about four or five seconds, then Xing Lie gradually became clear-headed, his pale lips whispering to himself.

"Was it a dream? Why did it feel so real?"

Xing Lie seemed to be still in shock, his muscles twitching. After a moment, he closed his eyes to restore his spirits, but for some reason, he fell asleep again.

A few minutes passed.

Another scream.

Xing Lie woke up a second time, his chest heaving violently, his nostrils puffing heavily. He was back on the arena, killed by Bai Xiao again!

It was like a nightmare, rooted in his dream, that he could never shake off. Bai Xiao seemed to have become Xing Lie’s demonic obstacle, one that would torment him continually for a long time in the future. Xing Lie didn’t know if it was just his imagination, but in his nightmares, Bai Xiao seemed stronger and more fearsome than in reality – silent and brutally aggressive! Tearing apart living beings! His overall strength displayed was grossly exaggerated.

In reality, Xing Lie could exchange blows with him on the arena. In nightmares, Xing Lie had no power to fight back, as fragile as a porcelain vase.

He didn’t know whether it was because of his fear, exaggerating Bai Xiao’s strength in the nightmares, or if Bai Xiao was actually that strong, having used less than fifty percent of his strength in the real arena, and only showing his full might in nightmares. He disregarded the rules of the arena and brutally murdered upon engagement.

"I... I..."

Lying in the hospital bed, Xing Lie dared not fall asleep so easily anymore.

Outside the Fiery Fire Stadium, in the parking lot, in the back seat of a black car.

Bai Xiao sat with his arms crossed in front of his chest, leaning back in his seat. He was resting with his eyes closed, faintly sensing the Magic Bird Secret Scripture. The few consecutive nightmares that Xing Lie just had were the special effects of the Magic Bird Secret Scripture. Bai Xiao had defeated Xing Lie with an overwhelming posture, crushing the latter’s confidence and branding a deep shadow in his spirit. The Demon Mantis took advantage of this to leave an influence.

This influence, he was willing to call a demonic seed.

The demonic seed rooted in the loser’s spirit, constantly inducing them to return to the moment of their defeat in their dreams, to continue experiencing that intense fear and despair. Over and over, as long as the loser’s spirit weakens, this would happen. It essentially deepened Bai Xiao’s image as an unbeatable presence in the losers’ hearts, becoming their demonic obstacle and obsession, making them afraid at a mere sight of Bai Xiao, to a point of terror.

Even, if intensified unceasingly,

The losers could become something akin to slaves trained in certain martial arts!

It would form a kind of Stockholm syndrome-like situation.

"So, this is an Evil Technique..."

"No wonder, when the Magic Bird Secret Scripture appeared, it was such a bizarre scene." Bai Xiao slowly opened his eyes, extending his right palm.

Within the palm, black qi seemed to gather, gradually taking shape.

It was a green mantis, about the size of a finger, slowly spreading its wings.

On the surface of the wings, a small red spot gradually appeared, seemingly wriggling mysteriously. Bai Xiao, with his astonishing Martial Artist level eyesight, realized that this cluster of red spots was actually an extremely miniaturized human face, its mouth wide open, silently roaring. The face was filled with despair and fear, frozen in this state.