Holy Fist
Chapter 374 - 190 Finale_2

Chapter 374: 190 Finale_2

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However, the attention of the crowd lingered on Bai Xiao only for a moment, because the battle that followed on the stage was of sufficient weight class. It was indeed Xing Lie from Fiery Fire Martial Arts Hall against He Xiang from Ghost Wolf Fist, a showdown between the strong. In the previous six or seven battles, both of them had displayed strength that was a notch above that of the ordinary contestants, with Chen Hu and Lv Tang both significantly outclassed. Judging by the rumors and yesterday’s performance, did both contestants possess the strength of a Martial Artist?

It was quite normal for Xing Lie to be of such a realm.

Because in previous years, he had been the second amongst the younger generation of Huai Shui City, second only to Wu Binghe. Now with Wu Binghe’s falling, Xing Lie had also briefly become the top of the younger generation for a few days. His substantial accumulation and breakthrough to the Martial Artist Realm was something to be expected.

On the other hand, He Xiang from Ghost Wolf Fist, who suddenly made a name for himself from a minor sect with the strength of a Martial Artist, had soundly defeated Chen Hu in a head-on collision, immediately causing people to take notice and look on with surprise, bringing a sense of amazement.

The battle to follow.

Was a clash between a veteran strong fighter and a genius newcomer at their peaks.

On the arena, tough and heavy special rubber covered the surface of the alloy base. Here and there were footprints left from previous battles, deeply embedded.

One on the left and one on the right, one dressed in grey and one in red.

He Xiang wore a set of grey martial arts uniform, emanating a fierce aura, with hands naturally hanging by his sides, his fingertips reflecting a metallic sheen in the sunlight. His hair was black and white, with eyes squinted like the edge of a knife, an arrogant air rising slowly, a strong will to fight condensing in his eyes like a spark.

On the other side, Xing Lie’s condition seemed rather bad.

He was still in a red combat suit from Fiery Fire Martial Arts Hall, tall and muscular, but his complexion was pale, obviously carrying injuries. In the previous matches, due to the significant gap in their realms, Xing Lie had overpowered his opponents quickly, so it was yet unclear how much strength he could muster.

However, Xing Lie was at least of the Martial Fighter Realm, definitely no less.

Before the match even started, Xing Lie’s hands were gradually shaping into claws, a burning aura flowing through his arms, the power of the Triple Burst Claws slowly building up.

A layer of faintly shimmering frequency membrane spread over his entire body.

He was ready to go all out!

"Martial Artist, eh?"

"Who isn’t?"

He Xiang’s mouth curved into a twisted smile.

His feet spread apart, his arms crossed in front of him, his left hand clenched tight into a fist, the right hand slightly bent as if grabbing. The muscles in both of his fierce arms bulged out, the veins pulsing and contracting powerfully. Invisible airflow spurted from his skin pores, and his clothing rippled and tumbled, cloaked by an invisible luminous membrane.

For a moment, the two auras collided and compressed against each other in the center of the arena.

"Ding!"

The announcement rang out.

"The match officially begins!"

With that command, the two shadows, already prepared, no longer waited.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

The red shadow and the grey shadow burst out explosively, their feet grinding violently against the rubber soles, indenting the spots where they stepped, creating a rustling friction sound.

"Boom!!!"

The two collided instantly, engaging in intense combat from the get-go.

He Xiang threw a punch, his thick arm swelling to double its size in an instant, the air suddenly ripping apart with a ghastly, sharp sound, wrapped in swirling currents.

Bang!

Xing Lie, glowing red with Iron Claw, swung it directly and obliquely struck the incoming punch on the side. The five sharp fingertips created an intense friction sound upon He Xiang’s frequency membrane, drawing several parallel lines of golden-red fire.

Click!

Xing Lie took a step forward, exploiting the brief gap when he blocked He Xiang’s arm, pressing forward. He seemed to turn into a scorching hot gale, a glint in his eyes flashing past, as he roared, "First level, Bright Flame!"

Suddenly, two claws tearing through the air drew forth a terrible golden-red firelight, the effect of the searing air currents.

Boom! Thud!

The fist shrouded in black smoke struck out, blocking one of the claws.

The other hit upon He Xiang’s slightly dodged shoulder, grazing the skin. The clothing instantly tore and burned, the luminous membrane dimmed, and several black marks appeared on the shoulder. He Xiang’s expression darkened as he spun around with a sweep, his robust arm like a siege hammer, fiercely hitting Xing Lie’s side.

Xing Lie grunted but continued to push forward.

"Second level, Hurricane Fire!"

His Blast Claw suddenly accelerated, transforming his arm into a red blur, instantly tearing the air and snatching towards He Xiang’s face.

"Wolf Blood!"

He Xiang instantly activated the special effect of Ghost Wolf Fist, his body eerily shifting to the side. His speed was so fast it left behind several afterimages.

Xing Lie’s Hurricane Fire viciously tore through the afterimages.

But no actual harm was done.

He Xiang took a step forward, propelling himself like a sharp sword.

Under the effect of the wolf blood, his speed doubled, reminiscent of a giant wolf chasing its prey, possessing astonishing combat instincts and the ability to seize opportunities. He Xiang had sensed Xing Lie’s weakness and would not let it go.

"Wolf Devour!"

With a swipe of his claw, he collided fiercely with Xing Lie’s fist.

Then came another claw strike, relentless and unending.

"Bang bang bang bang bang..."

Intense collisions occurred, a dense barrage of punch and claw shadows whipping up gusts of wind on the arena. Two afterimages overlapped rapidly.

"Hiss!"

In the heated battle, Xing Lie’s condition gradually declined. He Xiang bore down directly towards his chest wound, each punch’s tremor causing his bones and muscles to ache. The wound tore further, blood seeping through the fabric of his chest garment.

"I can’t keep this up..."

Xing Lie’s gaze sharpened, deciding to give it his all. He took a deep breath, his muscles swelling, a fiery power gathering a decade of Martial Arts essence, inundating his mighty fists like a flood breaking through a dam.

"Triple, Magma Burst!"

In his injured state, Xing Lie forcefully executed the third level of the Blast Claw. A gush of magma-like force roared forward, quickly closing in on He Xiang.

"Wolf Blood, Demon Heart, Ghost Wolf Body!!!"

He Xiang, sensing Xing Lie’s intent, exploded with power without hesitation. In an instant, his eyes turned a greasy green, his teeth protruding fiercely, his body swelling massively, his muscles more exaggerated than marble. Hair on his body and head grew rapidly, fluttering in the wind as if he truly turned into a giant wolf.

"Awoo!!!!"

He Xiang let out a massive howl and charged ferociously.

Boom!!!!!

On the arena, a staggering collision occurred, sweeping gusts spreading out.

The two Martial Artists determined the victor in this moment!

Seconds later, the white mist cleared, revealing the scene within the arena.

Xing Lie had actually lost!

He knelt on one knee, supporting his body with a fist, blood continuously dripping from his mouth and arm, pitter-pattering onto the cracked rubber surface. A huge claw mark on his shoulder told the tale.

On the other side, He Xiang had swollen to over two meters tall, his chest also bearing a Fiery Fire claw mark, charred with specks of blood. But this was only a superficial wound and did not affect his fighting power. At this moment, his spirits were high, his breath untamable to the extreme. His majestic build stood firm, laughing uproariously with his head thrown back.

"Hahaha!"

"Is this all that Xing Lie of Fiery Fire Martial Arts Hall amounts to!?"

"It seems, this so-called Four Great Sects isn’t worth much after all! Hehehe, I overestimated you. Who’s next!?"

With his black and white hair in disarray, He Xiang’s visage bore a savage and brash arrogance. In his green pupils, a burning confidence swelled.

Having just defeated a formidable enemy, he used Xing Lie as a stepping stone.

He Xiang’s momentum reached its peak, his combat strength only increasing from here. His spirit soared, feeling waves of power inflating his muscles and organs as if being blown up, never tiring even after a whole day of combat.

"The next one, is you..."

On the spacious arena, He Xiang slowly turned, his eyes gleaming as they fixed on a tall figure in the stands of the Fierce Bird Sect, whose quiet gaze was cast over.

"Fierce Bird Sect, Bai Xiao!!!"

The corners of his mouth curled upwards, his untamable smile turning more ferocious.

"Come on! Bai Xiao! Let’s see who is stronger!!!"

The next second, gasps echoed throughout the stadium.

"Whiz!"

A black figure unexpectedly leapt from the spectator stand, like a falling meteor, gliding across a long arc, and landed heavily on the arena.

"Thud!"

The ground trembled slightly.

"As you wish..."