Holy Fist
Chapter 397 - 201 The gathering of the strong, a hundred skills

Chapter 397: 201 The gathering of the strong, a hundred skills

Huali Hotel, eighth floor, a standard hotel room.

The sound of water in the bathroom finally stopped.

Half a minute later.

"Tap tap tap..."

A bare-chested, robust figure emerged, slowly standing by the open floor-to-ceiling window. There lay a light brown soft wool carpet with a table on it, covered with a white crochet tablecloth and a cup of strong green tea. The tea leaves had settled, leaving the top layer of tea clear.

The figure walked to the table, picking up the teacup with one hand and pulling back the curtains with the other.

Immediately, the fragmented golden light of the sun shone straight through the glass. The August sun was fiercely dazzling, and even in the morning, the heat on the skin felt as sharp as a knife. The man picked up the teacup and took a gentle sip. His muscular, inverted-triangle torso, tanned, bulged like granite. The water, not fully dried, looked as if it coated his thick skin with a layer of ointment, giving it an almost translucent shine in the sunlight.

His perfect, statue-like physique, both bulky and refined, seemed like it should be cumbersome, but he moved with surprising agility and coordination. His pectoral muscles, full like armor, with powerful abs below, and the shark lines on either side of his waist, appeared as dangerously sharp as teeth.

No wonder the earlier young man in white and the attendees of Hexagram Star Night Dream immediately recognized Bai Xiao’s exceptional nature. A body as magnificent as this, even when hidden under loose training clothes, would inevitably attract the attention of the strong!

A man’s excessive fitness can not only attract women but more often, it attracts men! Bai Xiao’s body also acted like a magnet, pulling in the strong!

Of course, this formidable exterior alone was far from demonstrating his true strength. Only Bai Xiao himself knew how surging the Qi-Blood contained within his body was, as dangerous and hot as magma.

"Some sects have already set off?"

He drank the stimulant tea specially mixed by martial masters from the Fierce Bird Sect while his calm, deep gaze, dark as a still pond, drifted downwards. On the broad avenue leading to the Baihua Club, rows of neatly tall Wutong trees extended into the distance. Teams with an aura distinctly different from ordinary passersby moved deliberately like a school of dangerous fish toward Baihua Club.

The hotel was very close to the club, so no vehicle transport was necessary.

"Gulp."

Bai Xiao tilted his head back, finishing the tea in one gulp, his throat refreshed.

He turned slightly; the sunlight struck half his face, sharply defining his features. His high nose bridge and thick, sword-like eyebrows did not give an overly handsome appearance, but rather a robust classical look. In fact, if Bai Xiao were not exuding an aggression similar to a cold-blooded killer, he’d be quite handsome.

"The upcoming provincial martial arts competition does require some serious attention. Even if the quality of the opponents is subpar, they are still among the top five in their respective prefecture-level cities. I can use this opportunity to experience different secret martial arts techniques and witness unique capabilities. The stone from other hills can be used to carve jade! With my extraordinary intellect, I might even acquire a mutation similar to the Copper Statue Technique..."

Bai Xiao murmured to himself, then shifted his focus to his professional panel.

Secret Martial Arts Expert profession, nearing a breakthrough. He initially wanted to level up to tier two in the city-level martial arts competition but fell short after it ended. Perhaps the semifinal and final opponents were just too weak.

"I hope the provincial tournament won’t disappoint..."

Bai Xiao’s gaze stretched far toward the skyscrapers outside the window.

...

7:10 AM.

Yunzhou City, Wutong Avenue, a group of nearly ten people moved along the roadside.

"Phew, it’s finally starting, I barely slept last night."

On the pedestrian path, Wei Gang, dressed in a black polo shirt, slightly twisted his shoulders and yawned. However, as a Secret Martial Cultivator, his spirit far exceeded ordinary people; even without sleep, he wouldn’t appear listlessly. He turned his head and scanned the road leading to Baihua Club.

Participants of the Dark World martial arts competition, either competitors or observers from the Secret Martial World, all showed an eager and excited look.

Men, women, old, young. Some wore training clothes characteristic of their sects, others donned specially made combat wear, and still, others were in simple everyday attire, and even a few in bizarrely eccentric clothes. Among them were not a few with profound aura and astonishing physiques.

"The more I collect and organize the data and achievements of these provincial Dark World martial arts competition participants, the more I feel there are always stronger people out there. Too many far surpass their peers, visibly exceptional. I feel, I might never catch up to them in my lifetime..."

Wei Gang shook his head in exclamation, feeling somewhat disheartened.

Clearly, his restlessness last night was partly due to this reason.

"Indeed, there are truly many great experts this time. Not to mention Jiang Shuangxiong from Nanjiang, just the number of martial artists participating in the Dark World competition is frighteningly high! There are outright sixteen of them! Each one is a leading figure from their respective prefecture-level city..."

Beside him, Second Senior Sister Xia Shi also expressed her sentiment. If she hadn’t been injured, she might have barely managed to rank fifth in the Huaisui City Dark World competition. And ranking fifth in the city-level competition would look like nothing more than mediocrity at the bottom in the provincial competition.