Holy Fist
Chapter 406 - 205 Great effort!

Chapter 406: 205 Great effort!

"The outcome has been decided."

"Is it really Crack Water Fist Lei Yu, being a notch above?"

"Lei Yu’s punching technique is too fast, and it’s not just simply fast, but an explosive, lightning-fast strike in an instant! Just now, when Lei Yu countered, I barely saw that his arm was tight like a python, sticking closely parallel with Shen Canghai’s arm, attacking before being attacked! Lei Yu’s timing to capture flaws and counterattack was too good, showing great seasoned experience..."

"Gale Sect’s Shen Canghai is not an unknown entity either, for Lei Yu to defeat him so neatly and decisively, his strength must be even stronger than the intelligence and performance predictions gathered before. In this Dark World martial arts competition in Nanjiang Province, Lei Yu might really have a chance to be in the top five..."

In the spectator seats, some viewers were just lamenting the result, while those who had prepared their data in advance were able to analyze some useful information from it.

Jiulie Sect headquarters.

A fierce young man in a white training suit with red flame patterns on the shoulders, elbows, and sleeves also showed a hint of seriousness in his eyes. He is Gao Jie, who had previously defeated Shen Canghai in the Dark World martial arts competition in Lanzhou City. As Shen Canghai’s opponent, he was even more aware of Shen Canghai’s strength, which was not that of an ordinary martial artist.

A flurry of swift strikes had given Gao Jie a significant threat.

Crack Water Fist Lei Yu being able to defeat Shen Canghai and present a decisively victorious situation indeed made Gao Jie somewhat apprehensive.

In his heart, he had already placed Lei Yu among his formidable rivals.

At the entrance of the gymnasium, on the second-floor semicircular platform.

Various sect masters and elders discussed the recent battle. Among them, many admired Lei Yu’s strength. This made the Sect Leader of Fiery Water Fist quite proud, his two black mustaches twitching slightly. He scanned the crowd, squinting at the figure of Yan Qi.

"Yan Laoqi, back then, it was a draw between you and me."

"Today, the disciple I personally taught is set to decisively outclass your Fierce Bird Sect’s Bai Xiao! Next up, you’d better pray that Bai Xiao doesn’t encounter Lei Yu. Otherwise, I will make sure Lei Yu teaches him a good lesson..."

...

Time passed little by little, and the Dark World fighting competition in Nanjiang Province steadily progressed.

At noon, there was a break. Various factions and contestants all went to Baihua Club’s cafeteria to replenish their energy. At one o’clock in the afternoon, the competition resumed. Bai Xiao sat in the spectator seats and saw many different Secret Martial Arts and a variety of secret techniques. Some of the essence impressed him.

The Dark World martial arts competition was indeed a great place to broaden one’s horizons.

Even just the competition within Nanjiang Province had its merits.

After the afternoon competition began, the atmosphere in the gymnasium heated up again. One after another Martial Arts prodigy took the stage, and even several dark horses appeared, previously unnoticed but making a sensational impact today.

This time in the Dark World fighting competition in Nanjiang Province, there were precisely sixty participants, also marking the first round of selections with thirty battles.

Unlike at the city level, Baihua Gymnasium only has one Octagonal Arena. Therefore, until the first day of the provincial competition concluded, the first round of eliminations lasted until around five o’clock in the afternoon, when the competition paused.

"Contestant number fifty-seven, wins!"

"The first round of the elimination round, ends here!"

"Tomorrow morning at eight o’clock, the second round of the elimination matches will commence!"

A black-clad referee loudly announced.

Suddenly, inside the gymnasium, members of various factions started exiting toward the outdoors.

From the eastern exit, the group from Fierce Bird Sect walked out.

The Sect Leader and the Elder stood at the front, three Core Disciples chattering in the middle, and Bai Xiao slowly walked behind. He slowly raised his head, looking at the fiery clouds under the thick cloud cover in the distant sky.

From crimson to pale gold, the radial gradient of the sunset resembled a set of stairs pieced together. Clouds surged, and the sky was clear.

A strand of the dim, reddish-yellow sunlight filtered through the clouds onto Bai Xiao.

At this instant, perhaps influenced by the atmosphere, a vague inspiration flickered in his mind. Yet, that glimpse of enlightenment was as elusive as sands slipping through one’s fingers.

"Swoosh!"

Suddenly, Bai Xiao abruptly turned and threw a punch.

"Smack!"

Two arms collided fiercely midair with a crisp sound.

Before him was a large, powerfully built figure clad in a golden practice suit. His rugged, profound face carried a slight smile, though the corners of his mouth seemed slightly fierce. Underneath his chestnut brown curls, his deep-set eyes resembled those of a malevolent wolf.

"Hehe, pretty quick reaction."

"Smack!"

Lei Yu’s arm suddenly exerted force, his forearm sleeve swelling in an instant as air currents surged within, clearly utilizing immense strength.

"Whoosh!"

A gust swept by, blasting away the gravel on the ground.

Yet, the two arms interlocked midair remained fixed in place, unmoved. Lei Yu’s eyes narrowed slightly, his ferocious expression tinged with a hint of surprise. He could feel his strength, like a mountain torrent bursting forth, being poured into an unfathomably deep, dark abyss.

Like casting straws to the ocean, even a Buddha can’t save.

Lei Yu’s gaze shifted up, suddenly meeting a pair of rugged, steely eyes. Like a mantis, yet also like a shark, there was a lofty detachment of a predator. It was as if the gaze wasn’t looking at you, but in reality, an invisible murderous aura enveloped you. The slightest negligence could lead to the cruel dismemberment by the mantis’s mouthparts, or a crocodile’s bloody lethal roll.

Such disregard for life, such indifference to killing.

Caused Lei Yu’s condescending attitude to subtly shift.

"Crack Water Fist, Lei Yu..."

Bai Xiao spoke slowly, his cold tone revealing no fluctuations of emotion.

"It’s me!"

Lei Yu maintained that smile, displaying his composure.

"Are you asking for me to kill you right here?" Bai Xiao’s expressionless face uttered these wildly arrogant words, making Lei Yu think he had misheard.

"What did you say!?"

His smile withdrew, and his eyes narrowed sharply like knives.

"Are you deaf? Let me check..."

A faint voice arose from the opposite side.

Just as Lei Yu was about to erupt in anger, a whistling gust of wind suddenly approached. Violent windwaves stirred his entire clothing, the folds rolling like waves. Swoosh! A hand, cast from iron, instantaneously covered several meters, mixed with a white light and carrying an invisible airflow.

And appeared abruptly less than twenty centimeters from his right ear.

"!!!"

Lei Yu’s pupils shook violently as he raised his arms just in time to block.

"Bang!!!!"

Ssssss...

His feet fiercely scratched out two black scorched marks on the ground.

He was shoved sideways over ten meters as if struck by a heavy truck, with even a faint white airflow appearing in the air.

Fifteen meters away, Lei Yu felt numbness in his arms and his heart suddenly raced wildly, overwhelmed with a dizzying sensation after an adrenaline rush.

"You!"

He raised his head in anger, only to see Bai Xiao already turning away and walking on, leaving behind his silent and tall figure as if he hadn’t cared about what had just happened. Nearby, several security personnel from the Dark World Combat Competition were approaching them at an accelerated pace.

Some of them had deep and powerful auras.

"Damn it!"

Lei Yu clenched his teeth with a fierce expression.

It was the awkward humiliation of being slapped in the face instead of successfully provoking a confrontation.

A hundred meters away, at the parking lot.

"Did you see that?"

Night Dream, dressed in a slim-fit blue outfit, stood tall. His metallic sword hung by his waist, slightly reflecting sunlight at its tip.

"I saw it."

"Such a fierce strike, such a ruthless claw, that ferocious aura. If it hadn’t been for the consideration of the venue for the Dark World Combat Competition, and he hadn’t held back, I would have loved to see what would have happened to Lei Yu..."

Next to Night Dream stood a young man about his height but much stockier, like a young bull. He wore a standard pure white training suit with bands at the wrists and ankles and blue cloth shoes. The strip on his forehead had been removed, and his black hair hung down slightly messy.

The bangs were slightly disordered on Fang Chao’s forehead, almost concealing his sharp black eyes. His nose was prominent, with a small mole on the right side. His lips were full and thick, with a firm and smooth jawline. Just the type of stubble chin, commonly seen on macho muscle men.

"Let’s go to Hualili Hotel to pay him a visit."

Night Dream said with a smile.

Ten minutes later, on the eighth floor of the hotel.

Bai Xiao emerged from the bathroom, his strong upper body bare. He wiped his damp hair with the white towel and set it aside.

Just as he was about to put on his shirt, there was a knock at the door.

Bai Xiao turned slightly and walked slowly to the door, clicking it open.

"Who?"

The door was opened a third of the way, and he could see two figures standing quietly in the white corridor outside. Night Dream in blue was leaning against the cold wall, while Fang Chao in white training clothes stood in the center.

"Nanjiang twins?"

Bai Xiao’s eyebrows slightly raised, as he fixed his gaze and spoke.

"I don’t like that nickname; you can call me Fang Chao directly."

In the hallway, the young man in white silently gazed at the man before him. The iron-cast inverted triangular body exuded an indescribable grandeur, with hot, steaming muscles evaporating the dripping water. The damp black hair was messy, with strands falling over his right eye, making his gaze even sharper.

Strong, domineering, yet with an element of solitude.

It had a classic elegance.

"Tsks..."

Fang Chao’s gaze was fiery, his Adam’s apple moving.

Both fists felt a bit stiff, like rusted steel.

Those fists of his couldn’t stand a day without clashing against a man!

Fang Chao, self-proclaimed as a Martial Fanatic, because he truly felt that way. The more he collided with powerful men, the more exhilarated Fang Chao became, his mood skyrocketing.

Hard muscles grinding, powerful limbs striking.

It was sheer bliss — ten times, no, a hundred times better than connecting dots!

"Great vigor!"

Fang Chao squinted his eyes, his breathing slightly heavy.

"Are you here for something?"

At the doorway, Bai Xiao looked at the two men, his voice low.

"Fierce Bird Sect’s Bai Xiao, I just saw you exchange a punch with Crack Water Fist Lei Yu at the southern gate of Baihua Martial Arts Hall. How did it feel? How is he?"

Fang Chao asked with a faint smile on his face.

"Not much..."

Bai Xiao responded accommodatingly, pondering for a moment.

"Probably around ten punches."

Upon hearing this, Fang Chao’s smile grew even broader, showing a set of bright white teeth that reflected lightly under the corridor’s white lights.

"Then what do you think... how many punches could I take from you?!"

He stared intently at Bai Xiao, not with intense hostility but with a clear and pure battle spirit, eager to engage.

Bai Xiao was momentarily stunned, then lowered his head to meet Fang Chao’s fiery gaze.

After a three seconds stare, he candidly said,

"I haven’t fought you, so I wouldn’t know."

Fang Chao immediately twisted his shoulders, the powerful muscles beneath the skin bouncing and twisting like steel rebars, flexing and bulging. There was an inexplicable aura about him that began to intensify bit by bit.

"Then let’s have a fight!"

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