Holy Fist
Chapter 412 - 208 shells marching in quadruple rhythm, blow you up!_2

Chapter 412: 208 shells marching in quadruple rhythm, blow you up!_2

[Strength: 86.6→89.0]

[Speed: 67.2→77.2]

[Physique: 92.1→95.6]

[Will: 61.9→66.1]

Strength +2.4, Speed +10.0, Physique +3.5, Will +4.2!

All four attributes welcomed significant growth, especially the speed attribute, which astonishingly increased by ten points! It shows, certainly, how the Second Rank Secret Martial Art, Bullet Step, has dramatically boosted Bai Xiao’s speed. Of course, this is also the reason he directly pushed the third and fourth levels of Bullet Step to their limits.

With this increase, the speed attribute intensely caught up.

Although there is still a gap from the strength and physique attributes, it’s much closer now. Bai Xiao has improved his weakest area, and with the spiritual attribute bolstered by the Demon Bird Secret Book, his future is promising. He seems to be trending toward becoming a Quadrilateral Fighter, completely overwhelming other Martial Artists of the same rank in all aspects.

This is why, a few hours ago, Bai Xiao could fight Fang Chao to that extent. It’s important to note that Fang Chao has reached the third stage of a Martial Artist, having "Essence," "Energy," and some "Spirit" nourished by Void Energy, robust and powerful. And yet, Bai Xiao, who has just stepped into the ranks of Martial Artists and has never absorbed Void Energy, can actually rely on his exaggerated four-dimensional attributes to forcibly close the gap in their realms.

Bai Xiao’s foundation is solid, like a reservoir with only a thin layer of water near drying up. While other people’s resemble a small pond, although nearly overflowing, has a high water level. However, in reality, the shallow layer of water in Bai Xiao’s reservoir is enough to fill one or even several ponds.

The problem Bai Xiao now faces is.

How to fill this reservoir with a vast drainage area?

"Next, I should focus on advancing my realm!"

...

Day turns to night, and the next morning, the sky is overcast with dense clouds.

A drizzle, following the breeze, diagonally sprinkles on the clear window glass, blurring everything. Bai Xiao pulls open the curtain, watching below as teams either drive toward the Baihua Martial Arts Hall or collectively use umbrellas to walk along the sidewalk. The martial arts attire lends a sense of solemnity.

"Tap tap tap..."

Outside the room, there came a knocking sound.

"Big brother, it’s time, we should leave."

Bai Xiao casually grabs the platinum-colored practice outfit next to him and neatly puts it on.

"Coming."

Two minutes later, in the lobby of the Hualili Hotel.

At the entrance, a slender figure in blue attire, one hand holding a sword and the other an umbrella, quietly looks out at the rainy weather, his long hair flowing loosely. He seems to hear familiar footsteps and slowly turns around.

Ye Meng looks at the approaching man, slowly sizing him up from head to toe.

Only when Bai Xiao gets close, does he speak.

"Your lower body stance has become more stable, stronger than yesterday..."

At eight o’clock in the morning, the modern Baihua Gymnasium is brightly lit.

Though the outside is beset with wind and rain with dark skies, the vast indoor gymnasium remains unaffected, still dry, tidy, and brightly lit.

A black-clothed referee loudly announces,

"Dark World Combat Tournament, thirty progresses to fifteen!"

"Elimination round-two, officially begins!"

The loud voice carries across to every sect’s seating area in the audience.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the venue is reignited. The bloodthirsty aggressiveness towards martial forces of the Secret Martial Cultivators, like a contagion, sweeps across.

"On the big screen, the drawing results for the first group of ten have been announced!"

Everyone shifts their gaze, looking distantly towards that list.

Bai Xiao didn’t see his name on the list, nor did he see Fang Chao and Ye Meng’s names. However, Lei Yu from Crack Water Fist ranks first.

"Number five, Crack Water Fist, Lei Yu!"

"Number twenty-seven, Iron Arm Sect, Li Wei!"

As today’s first match gains everyone’s attention, the two competing participants slowly stand on the platform. A figure in a finely made golden practice outfit, although the match is about to begin, is not watching his opponent but gazing deeply at a location in the audience seats. There was a competitor there who made him suffer greatly yesterday. If not for the presence of staff from the Dark World Combat Tournament at the scene, and his inability to retaliate in time, Lei Yu would definitely make his opponent pay!

"The match starts!"

Just a minute later, the referee announces once again.

"The match ends!"

Lei Yu glances at his opponent lying on the ground, decisively turns, and walks down from the platform. His gaze is continuously focused in the direction of the Fierce Bird Sect, mysteriously chilling.

"Bai Xiao, we will definitely encounter each other next, for sure!"

About more than an hour later, the first batch of competitions ended.

Another list of ten names appeared on the big screen.

Bai Xiao found his name in the second row, and his opponent was...

"Green Blood Fist, Liu Ping!"

It was the young man he had met on the first day at Baihua Club.

"Finally, a good opportunity to warm up..."

Bai Xiao leaned back in his seat slowly, recalling the information Jian Feng had mentioned earlier. Green Blood Fist, based in Yunzhou City, ranked just below the Liguang Sword Sect, even within the top five in the province. And the elder brother of Green Blood Fist, Liu Ping, was indeed a Martial Artist, definitely among the top ten contenders in this competition.

Even, if his mentality hadn’t been shattered by nightmares, top five was possible.

Of course, the now decadent Liu Ping was a different story.

Bai Xiao quietly contemplated, when suddenly, a message popped up on his phone.

"One Life of Swordsmanship": Liu Ping is quite strong, remember to be careful of his fist technique. Those who first encounter Green Blood Fist sometimes get caught off guard. Their fist technique, upon close contact, can even trigger the fresh blood in your arms. Of course, you might already know this...

"Dark Red": Was this guy one of the ones you beat in a six-against-one fight?

"One Life of Swordsmanship": That state of heightened concentration is rare and can’t always be recreated. If it happens again, the situation might be different. Anyway, I won’t say more, you’re most likely going to win against him.

From the Liguang Sword headquarters, Night Dream typed these words and looked up.

He didn’t think Bai Xiao would falter.

After yesterday’s confrontation, Night Dream had thoroughly placed Bai Xiao in the same category as himself and Fang Chao. At most, Liu Ping could cause a little trouble.

But he couldn’t influence the outcome.

Ding, a short message came through.

"Dark Red": Hmm.

A simple word, responding to Night Dream’s last sentence.

Bai Xiao, obviously has strong confidence too.

...

"The second round, the seventh match, officially begins!"

"Number nine, number six!"

As the referee announced, two figures slowly made their way to the ring.

On the left, Bai Xiao wore a white and gold combat suit, the tight and elastic joint areas outlined large and rigid muscles.

On the right, a black-haired young man in a black leather jacket, his messy and fluffy hair gave off a decadent and gloomy feel. About 1.8 meters tall, shorter than Bai Xiao, but his gaze carried a sense of superiority.

"Oh, we meet again?"

"I’ve told you, don’t dream of challenging the Nanjiang Twins, you can never fathom their terrifying and suffocating strength. Your unrealistic fantasies should stop here. I will eliminate you in this match and send you home defeated, forget about facing them..."

Liu Ping said coldly.

Across from him, the tall and cold man suddenly laughed, as if amused by Liu Ping’s words. He said nothing, only smiled. But this inexplicable smile still made Liu Ping uncomfortable.

As if he had just told a joke, and Bai Xiao was amused by him.

"Hmph!"

"You won’t be laughing soon!"

Liu Ping’s eyes squinted slightly, his pupils dark, and his eye corners sharp as knives.

"The match begins!"

Beside them, the referee in black loudly declared.

"Boom!!!"

Suddenly, a ground-shaking noise, violently vibrating.

The towering figure in Liu Ping’s eyes vanished in an instant. Like a cannonball fired from a tank, shooting through the smoky air.

"Swoosh!"

A fierce wind pressure squeezed tightly on Liu Ping’s face, causing his skin to slightly ripple, his hair to dance wildly, and his eyes to squint into a thin line.

And within this narrowed view.

Liu Ping suddenly saw, a blazing light carrying tremendous momentum, arriving in an instant. Its wild posture was like a meteor rubbing against the atmosphere!

"I’ll smash you!"