Holy Fist
Chapter 370 - 188 You are far inferior to Bai Xiao!_2

Chapter 370: 188 You are far inferior to Bai Xiao!_2

Some observers from major sects mused to themselves.

"Instead of worrying about this, it would be better to study the Ghost Face Organization established by Ghost Mask. Hehe, although Ghost Mask is one of the Eastern Seven Stars, he actually claimed two days ago that his disciples from the Ghost Face Organization could secure four of the top twenty rankings in the Eastern Dark World fighting competition! That’s too arrogant! Besides the Eastern Seven Stars who have a solid lock on the top seven, there are only thirteen spots left in the top twenty. Occupying four spots is already close to one-third..."

Someone was lost in thought, looking down and pondering their own affairs.

...

The first round of the fighting competition lasted over an hour due to the large number of participants and the need for a losers’ revival match.

All the competitors present had fought at least once, some more than once.

Around three in the afternoon, with the sunlight still blazing, in the spectator stands,

Bai Xiao saw Chen Hu and Xing Lie, whom he had defeated at the previous Martial Arts Exchange Conference. A few days had passed, and both of them had somewhat recovered. Chen Hu had only suffered minor injuries and recovered quickly, barely affecting his combat strength. Xing Lie, on the other hand, was in a worse state, looking listless with faint dark circles still visible under his eyes. But his own strength was already on a different level compared to the other contestants; he could still easily win by crushing the others in the Martial Fighter Realm.

"Ding!"

The broadcast emitted a prompting sound, and the whole venue suddenly hushed.

A middle-aged man in black, serving as the host, held the microphone and announced, "The second round of the fighting competition begins! Now, the system will..."

After a few linking words, the broadcast announced the numbers of the six fights.

Among them, the combatants on the first stage were surprisingly two of the top five experts, He Xiang and Chen Hu. This immediately drew the attention of the entire audience.

"It’s finally getting interesting, He Xiang is up against Chen Hu. We’ll be able to tell He Xiang’s strength from this match and see if he has a chance to win the championship! This time, both sides should be able to showcase their level..."

A more rational spectator murmured.

"Roar roar roar! The fight has finally started, wolf go and blow him up!!!"

A bloodthirsty spectator stood up, waving their fists with eyes slightly reddened.

The atmosphere of the entire venue was stirred up.

On the left side of the first stage, He Xiang walked over with large strides, his mouth twisted in his characteristically sinister smile, as his ferocious aura gradually ascended.

On the right side, a young man with an inverted triangle body, moved with ponderous and powerful steps, approaching slowly. His face was covered in scars, fierce and authoritative, his chest muscles bulging under the fabric that bore the image of a tiger with its fangs bared. It was indeed Chen Hu.

A few seconds passed, and the two stood to the left and right, their auras confronting each other.

He Xiang’s hands remained in his pockets, his hair a mix of black and white. He squinted at Chen Hu, "I heard that at the Martial Arts Exchange Conference organized by your four sects, you were defeated by Bai Xiao? How strong is he?"

Chen Hu’s face darkened, his aura intensified, "You’re fighting me now, not Bai Xiao! If you want to know his strength, you can go and fight Bai Xiao yourself. But that’s only if you can defeat me..."

Suddenly, a standoff emerged, with an increasingly tense atmosphere.

Until the broadcast abruptly emitted a "ding."

"The competition officially begins!"

In an instant, He Xiang launched a fierce attack on Chen Hu.

He took a step forward, his whole body’s muscle contours suddenly turned firm and shiny, bursting with tremendous power. His hands shot out quickly, causing the air to reverse its flow.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two javelin-like punches were met head-on by Chen Hu. His feet moved back half a step, his heels pressing into the ground to dissipate the opponent’s strength.

Then he surged forward, advancing instead of retreating, and his whole body unexpectedly slammed into something with a single bump. His thick elbow jutted out, leaving behind a faint afterimage.

"Slap!"

A howling palm firmly pressed onto the elbow.

Chen Hu, his attack stalled, sidestepped and shaped his hands into claws. The whole person, with the ferocity of a tiger’s pounce, roared with momentum, and the tendons on his clawed hands bulged.

"Evil Tiger Fist!!!"

The powerful double claws swung instantly, as though they could penetrate steel plates.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

A series of rapid collisions ensued on the first stage. Two figures, pushing their physical strength to the limit, left faint black afterimages as they moved. When their fists and feet collided, the air around them rippled, forming semi-transparent mists.

"You are not my match!"

"Defeat for me!"

"Ghost Wolf Fist!!!"

In the midst of the battle, a haughty voice suddenly rang out.

"Howl!!!!"

A mournful wolf howl piercing the skies instantly suppressed the tiger’s roar.

A massive shadow of a black wolf burst forth, akin to a wildly ferocious bulldozer, charging from the left side of the arena and brutally crushing Chen Hu to the right side. His sturdy back slammed with a thud against the wire mesh.

The alloy wire mesh deformed abruptly, issuing a faint creaking sound.

"Thud!"

Another punch!

Chen Hu was defeated, He Xiang stood victorious on the stage.

"Contestant number nine, victorious!"

The referee watching the match instantly announced the result.

On the stage, He Xiang lightly wiped the fresh blood from the back of his hand, looking down disdainfully at Chen Hu who was half-kneeling on the ground not far away, the smug smile on his lips still so blinding as he spoke, "Heh, you couldn’t even make me go all out... What about now? Can you tell me how strong Bai Xiao is?"

Chen Hu propped himself up on the ground with one hand, lifting his head and forcibly squeezing out a smile. Through the gaps between his blindingly white teeth, fresh blood seeped out.

"You are indeed very strong..."

"But compared to him, you’re far from it!!!"

Hearing this, He Xiang shook his head and chuckled dismissively, "Keep being tough, it doesn’t matter. Next, whether it’s Xing Lie or Bai Xiao, I will defeat them with my own hands. Just like I did you!"

He turned and left, carrying the defiance and recklessness of youth, striding boldly off the platform. Victorious over a strong opponent, He Xiang, under the watchful eyes of thousands, kept his gaze fixed on Bai Xiao in the Fierce Bird Sect’s spectator seats. For him, to be first was a matter of honor; this time, He Xiang was only striving for the top!

"I will not fail my master’s teachings..."

"This time, I want to fully establish the prestige of the Ghost Wolf Fist!"

"In Huaisui City, even throughout Nanjiang Province..."

"To build a martial school of the Ghost Wolf Fist!"

In the spectator seats, seemingly noticing He Xiang’s ardent gaze, Bai Xiao for the first time reacted, turning his head to look, the two exchanged a distant stare.

If one were to say, He Xiang’s eyes were challenging and defiant in the face of a strong enemy,

Then Bai Xiao’s were a calm and cold gaze at a bundle of walking Potential Points.

To Bai Xiao, He Xiang and the other contenders were no different; fundamentally, they were all experience valued in units of fifty. However, if He Xiang were strong enough, he might be worth several fifties, which would make Bai Xiao give him a bit more recognition. He didn’t mind at all; the formidable strength displayed by He Xiang was exactly what bounty missions needed— the more the better!

"The Dark World martial tournament is indeed a blessing for me."

"By the end of the city-level tournament, my Secret Martial Arts Expert profession might be able to level up. I wonder if subsequent provincial, Eastern, or even national levels could allow my Secret Martial Arts Expert profession to continue to rise?"

Bai Xiao’s eyes were empty, information flashing across his retina.

[Profession: Secret Martial Expert LV.1（1590/2100）]

As time flew, one match after another ended, and finally, in the second round of the Dark World martial tournament, it was Bai Xiao’s turn with the number one. He stood up as usual, stepped onto the stage, and effortlessly crushed his opponent.

This opponent was the second core member of the Rock Tiger Sect, second only to Chen Hu.

But, there was no difference, it was an instant kill.

Bai Xiao’s strength was still understated; others could only see the tip of the iceberg, failing to detect the enormous and magnificent shadow lurking beneath the water’s surface. If one dared to barge towards Bai Xiao based on the small glimpse of his superficial might, they would surely shatter their fighting spirit in madness upon seeing the full, monstrous ferocity of Bai Xiao.

Perhaps Xing Lie from the Martial Arts Exchange Conference was the first.

Who knows...

Does He Xiang from the Dark World martial tournament want to be the second?