Holy Fist
Chapter 393 - 198 Devourer Enhancement, Artillery Pace Double!_3

Chapter 393: 198 Devourer Enhancement, Artillery Pace Double!_3

Bai Xiao’s gaze flickered, suddenly stopping.

[Skill: Cannonball Step Level 2 (1/600)]

Done!

According to the secret tome he had read and watched, Cannonball Step had four levels, each with a different tier of explosive acceleration. Reaching the highest fourth level, the feet would be like having bombs installed, propelling forward with explosive thrust.

Just the speed alone possessed astonishing impact power!

Bai Xiao snapped out of his thoughts and then felt his legs.

Warmth from all over his body continuously surged there. Due to the congestion, Qi-Blood roared like a furnace, and the muscles in his legs were swept over by a wild and frenzied burning pain, as the large tendons bulged out.

Just like gnarled roots of an old tree, they dramatically covered every part of his legs.

The flesh sizzled, and the bones rattled.

Changes that would normally take years to occur had been condensed into these short minutes. Bai Xiao’s legs, like a disorganized troop of irregulars, were trained at an astonishing speed into an ironclad army that followed orders without question.

"What a powerful feeling!"

His gaze slightly shimmered, he pressed down with his feet, and immediately two indented footprints formed on the solid black soil. At this moment, Bai Xiao felt like a tank with a powerful engine installed.

Scaling mountains and fording streams, nothing stood in his way.

"Should I try it?"

He slowly turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the shimmering water, looking towards the woods on the opposite shore. The distance between the two was far, with wooden boats drifting on the water’s surface.

"Level Two!"

"Cannonball Acceleration!"

Bai Xiao’s feet powerfully sprung into action, instantly like high-energy explosives, the fuse ignited by a spark, and the gathered wild force burst forth.

"Boom!!!"

The earth shattered, and a pit the size of half a person formed, exceptionally deep.

And in mid-air, a formidable black shadow took off like a cloud-scaling dragon, swiftly flying forward and drawing a long and forceful arc across the surface of the water. Waves swept across, creating a straight spiral ripple.

"Thump!"

On the opposite bank, the black shadow landed heavily, and the surrounding trees violently shook.

Amidst the fluttering leaves, Bai Xiao slowly turned his head, looking at the turbulent waters behind him and the vast distance he had crossed in an instant.

"As expected of a step known as ’cannonball’."

"Most people, even after successfully mastering it, probably can’t use it multiple times in quick succession; the instant concentration of power is too dangerous. Not to say ’injure the enemy at the cost of one thousand to oneself at eight hundred’, at least it’s something like self-inflicting two hundred damage. With high-frequency use, it’s very likely to result in hidden injuries, or even immediate bone fractures..."

"Only someone with a physique like mine could withstand it and use it at will."

Bai Xiao glanced at his legs, where the muscles were mounding up like cast iron, the tough fascia shimmering black. The near-boiling blood in his veins glowed red. Black and red intermingled, giving off a fierce, intimidating look, even somewhat ugly.

"However, reaching the third and fourth levels will be quite the challenge..."

His vision slightly blurred, and the professional enhancement foreboding of the Armored Knight occupation popped up. Just as Bai Xiao was about to check it, he suddenly looked up to the left.

"Tap tap tap..."

A mysterious figure in black slowly emerged from the woods.

"Fierce Bird Sect, Bai Xiao."

The newcomer’s voice was magnetic, with an elegant tone.

"Hehe."

He laughed lightly, as if containing some inexplicable appreciation.

"Last time, Number Nine went to Huaisui City to find you; you refused him and did not join our Ghost Face Organization. So this time, let me be the one to invite you. Bai Xiao, I formally invite you to join the Crimson Ghost Face Organization!"

Bai Xiao fixed his gaze, the person stood in the shadow of the trees. Their entire figure seemed to merge into it, indistinct, carrying an illusory meaning.

On the shoulder, a gold clasp held a fierce Ghost Face mask.

At the center of the mask, there was a number.

"3!"