Holy Fist
Chapter 402 - 202 ’Evaporation of Myriads of Qi’, fragments of the Assassination Fist!_3

Chapter 402: 202 ’Evaporation of Myriads of Qi’, fragments of the Assassination Fist!_3

Both parties focused most of their attention on each other.

It seemed that besides each other, no one could be their match.

One wore a smile of elegance, the other a smile ready for battle.

With the announcer’s declaration, the first match finally began.

"Contestant eleven versus contestant twenty-three."

The contestants swiftly entered the arena, and a minute later,

on the Octagonal Arena, a man clad in a blue short-sleeved outfit slowly assumed a fighting stance with both elbows pressing forward, his gaze fixed straight ahead.

"Hurricane Fighting Martial Arts Hall, Liu Qiang."

"Wild Fist Martial Arts, Gu Nan."

On the opposite side, a valiant-looking woman dressed in tight-fitting combat attire, her hands clasped together. Her legs were long and powerful, muscles well-developed.

"The match begins!"

The referee nearby announced.

Suddenly, the two contestants already on the arena charged at each other fiercely. Liu Qiang’s fighting style was fast and ruthless, akin to a hurricane. His arms, elbows, knees, and legs moved in perfect harmony. Meanwhile, Gu Nan lived up to her name with wild and unrestrained punches, colliding head-on with Liu Qiang without any intention of dodging. The clash of their legs made loud thumping sounds!

The arena shook slightly, Qi Force swirling.

The two figures darted around swiftly, constantly chasing each other. It seemed that Gu Nan was slightly gaining the upper hand; her punches and kicks were solid, especially her robust yet aesthetically pleasing thighs, leaving bruises wherever they struck.

Liu Qiang struggled to block with his limbs, clearly in distress.

Finally, after several minutes of grappling, he got kicked away.

His back smashing against the wire fence, he was directly defeated.

"Contestant twenty-three wins!"

Gu Nan withdrew her fists and performed a formal bow forward, then stepped down from the stage.

Following that were two more fights, determining winners and losers. Since the participants of this provincial-level Dark World combat tournament were primarily the core fighters from various styles, the level of combat was quite high, delivering punch after punch, a sight for sore eyes.

This effectively heightened the atmosphere of the entire event, holding everyone’s focus.

Until the fourth match completely ignited the morning’s atmosphere.

On the Octagonal Arena, two figures stood silently, one on each side.

Night Dream, with her slender figure, held a sword in her arms, a constant elegant smile on her face. Her black silky hair, braided and resting on her left shoulder.

Across her, Mountain Fist Hall’s Senior Disciple, a huge man standing at 1.95 meters, muscles bulging powerfully, almost bursting forth. He even removed his shirt when he stepped onto the stage, revealing a steel-hard, slightly dark body.

Clearly, Mountain Fist Hall, specialized in Horizontal Training.

"Please enlighten me!"

The giant, offering a fist-bump to Night Dream, his voice full of energy.

"The match begins!"

The referee declared the commencement of the fourth match.

"Mountain Body Refinement!"

The giant roared, took in a sharp breath, and his upper body muscles suddenly outlined a trace of black, bulging fiercely as if exploding. His chest swelled up like a giant umbrella. Veins like black snakes writhed all over his body, faintly twitching.

His muscles reached an astonishing level of strength.

"Kill!"

With a slight exertion from his legs, his huge body was about to charge forward.

"Clang!"

Suddenly, a crisp sound of Sword Qi rang within the Octagonal Arena.

Following that, Night Dream, who had maintained the same posture since stepping onto the arena, slowly turned around, holding her sword, and without turning her head, walked down from the arena.

"This..."

"What happened?"

"What’s going on? Why did Night Dream leave? Did she forfeit?"

Puzzled voices erupted from the surrounding spectator seats.

On the Octagonal Arena, Mountain Fist Hall’s Senior Disciple stood frozen in place.

He stared blankly at Night Dream’s fading figure, his pupils revealing shock and disbelief. The next second, a loud ’pfft’! A massive Sword Qi scar stretched from his left shoulder to his right hip.

The skin and blood gruesomely rolled back, exposing the disgusting muscle fibers inside.

A single strike nearly split his robust horizontally-trained body in half!

"Thud!"

Mountain Fist Hall’s Senior Disciple fell heavily to the ground.

"When did it happen?"

"Am I seeing hallucinations? When did she strike?"

"One sword, and it’s over?"

"Oh my god, an instant kill!"

The disciples from various factions in the spectator stands were unsure of when exactly Night Dream made her move. It seemed as if she simply stood on the stage and did nothing!

In just a blink of an eye, as the opponent was about to pounce, his massive figure froze, and Night Dream turned and left the arena. Subsequently, the horrifying injury instantly erupted, and the opponent fell heavily, easily securing the victory.

"Is this the power of Nanjiang’s Double Heroes?"

"A bit exaggerated..."

Beside the arena, the referee promptly announced loudly.

"Contestant number two, wins!"