Holy Fist
Chapter 413 - 209 True Strongman

Chapter 413: 209 True Strongman

Almost instantaneously, Liu Ping was overwhelmed by a domineering force, like a small boat struggling and wavering amidst turbulent waves.

"Ah!!!!"

He suddenly roared, his expression fierce, and just in the nick of time, he reacted. His upper body rapidly expanded, with each inch of sturdy muscles straining, nearly bursting the sleeves of his black jacket.

"Bang!"

In the instant Liu Ping raised his robust arms, a huge dark shadow descended.

"Boom!"

The air surged violently, and the arena shook thunderously.

A human figure, as if riding the clouds and mist, was fiercely flung out. He was like being rammed by a high-speed train running on tracks, being horizontally pushed by a burst of immense kinetic energy. His previous blocking attempt was like futile resistance against the inevitable!

"Squeak!"

Liu Ping’s back slammed hard against the wire mesh, causing the surrounding loop of alloy wire to slightly deform and bulge outward. At this moment, his feet were about half a meter off the ground. His face was twisted, showing a painful expression.

The black sleeves of his arms had been shredded into ragged strips, stained with blood.

That piece of the frequency membrane had been blown to pieces by a punch from Bai Xiao!

"You!"

Liu Ping’s feet touched the ground, his words still unspoken.

A figure already advanced like a tank, heavily bearing down. Shadowing him closely, it covered a dozen meters in an instant, so as soon as Liu Ping landed, the attack was upon him again!

"Bang!"

His arms, like steel columns, fiercely chopped down, directly targeting the neck!

The place where the fists rubbed actually faintly stirred up a white streak, a trace of air momentarily compressed. Invisible strong winds drove the swirling white airflow, like a tide, blowing fiercely towards Liu Ping’s face.

His pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints.

The initial dejection, gloom, and even the previous mockery, were all wiped away at this moment. The intense oppressive and fatal threat forced Liu Ping to fight for his own life safety, exerting all his strength!

His heart pounded furiously, as if a series of hot streams forcefully invigorated the muscles throughout his body. Liu Ping was excited as if injected with a surge of energy.

"Pendulum Steps!"

He shouted inwardly.

Immediately, his whole body’s center of gravity sank, his legs bent. Then, a startling burst followed, his figure violently shook, leaving a series of U-shaped afterimages in the air. He actually barely dodged the chop, just by a hair’s breadth!

"Hissss!"

The violent wind, like a knife, slashed through the fabric of the jacket’s left shoulder.

Bai Xiao’s fist heavily struck the alloy wire mesh, instantly triggering a loud splitting sound from the alloy and a burst of dazzling golden-red sparks.

Two holes as big as heads, emitting wisps of blistering black smoke.

It was unimaginable what would have become of a flesh and blood body standing there just moments ago. Liu Ping retreated frantically, his face slightly flushed red. This was the phenomenon caused by the surge of adrenaline and the rising blood pressure.

"How can this person be so strong!"

"The pressure he gives me is almost like the Hexagram Star Night Dream on the day of the Martial Arts Exchange Conference! The same peak momentum, the same fierce attack, the same invincible confidence. No! This person’s aggressiveness is even stronger, and that confidence is sickeningly arrogant..."

After two punches, Liu Ping felt much. Such is the duel between strong fighters; a person’s punching style almost represents that person’s will. What kind of person he is can be clearly seen through clashing fists! The external may deceive, but the fists do not!

At this moment, Liu Ping felt a strong threat.

His hastily retreating footsteps landed on the edge of the other side of the arena, helplessly steadied. A pair of dark eyes firmly locked onto the far-off figure in the white and gold combat suit. His chest heaved up and down, breathing hot and rapid. Now, Liu Ping was like a gladiator in the arena, neither shield nor weapon at hand. Just clad in a cloth garment, he had to fight with a caged hungry tiger!

A faint tremor made his temples tingle.

"Whoosh!"

A fierce wind picked up, and the arena floor noticeably shook.

"It’s coming!"

Liu Ping abruptly held his breath, his entire body’s muscles tensed to the limit.

"Roar!!!!"

It seemed like hallucinatory roars echoed in his ears, and a massive black figure charged towards him, virtually a terrifying humanoid beast.

The azure-black steel claws suddenly ripped through the air, ferociously aiming for his face!

"Green Blood Fist!!!"

Liu Ping’s eyes instantly turned a complete shades of emerald green, like two emerald gems. A certain fist technique mechanism within his body operated, seemingly adding a special magnetic field on his arm like an invisible airflow.

Liu Ping burst forward, his fist shadow flashed, and he took the initiative to strike towards Bai Xiao!

The distance between the two figures rapidly closed.

Steel claws and fist, on the verge of colliding in less than ten centimeters.

Liu Ping’s eyes flashed sharply, and Green Blood Fist Technique suddenly erupted, actually forcibly influencing Bai Xiao’s claw’s blood flow! Blood flowed backward, instantly crashing within the blood vessels, causing a wildly uncontrolled backlash.

"This Qi-Blood, so tough, so powerful!"

The strength in his body was rapidly depleted, so much so that it created a temporary weakness, a drain feeling. This was the price of using the Green Blood Fist Technique, only this time particularly intense. Influencing Bai Xiao’s arm blood was multiple times more difficult than usual. It was like trying to snap a steel bar instead of a chopstick!

"Bang!"

In mid-air, fists and claws collided, emitting a huge muffled sound.

The two figures suddenly froze, fiercely grappling. Liu Ping operated the Green Blood Fist Technique, significantly reducing the power of Bai Xiao’s claw, which led to a situation where both sides seemed almost evenly matched. A confrontation was faintly forming.

But, what made Liu Ping sweat profusely from his forehead was.

The power within Bai Xiao’s arm, as if cast from steel, was rapidly climbing back, surging in like overlapping waves. The momentary disruption in Qi-Blood lasted less than half a second before he used some astonishing method to restore it to normal, eliminating the negative effects.

"Hehe..."

In front of him, Bai Xiao, who was quietly watching Liu Ping, suddenly revealed a cold sneer with a touch of mockery on his expressionless face. It seemed he was mocking that the Green Blood Fist Technique could hardly affect him at all.

The level of Blood Pill, integrating body’s Qi-Blood, possessed astonishing control.

That method of disturbing the blood would be instantly suppressed and erased.

His pitch-black pupils reflected Liu Ping’s figure, a flash of ferocity.

"Bang!"

"Sssss!"

Liu Ping instantly retreated, his feet sliding across the ground, scraping two black charred marks on the surface of the arena fiercely. He clenched his teeth, with the joints in his arms cracking, facing the overwhelming force coming from the opposite side!

In the eyes of many spectators in the viewing stands, within the Octagonal Arena, a black and a white figure pushed across the entire area at an astonishing speed. Bai Xiao, like a bulldozer, pressed Liu Ping and forced him furiously backward.

"If you have no other tactics..."

"Then let this be the end."

He stomped on the ground, and suddenly swung a punch horizontally!

Liu Ping furiously operated the Green Blood Fist Technique, while disturbing Bai Xiao’s Qi-Blood, his arms swung wildly, drawing a series of vague black afterimages. Dense white air currents exploded on Bai Xiao’s fist, spreading out circular ripples.

Bai Xiao’s arms shook, a terrifying force burst out from his fists like tidal waves. Liu Ping was directly punched and flew out diagonally, his fists tearing open the skin, trickles of crimson liquid dripping down.

"Surrender yourself."

The tall figure in a white gold combat suit flashed again, abruptly hitting Liu Ping, causing a loud boom.

Liu Ping was sent flying again, rotating 360 degrees in the air, his black jacket tattered. He heavily knelt on the ground, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, his breath weak, but his eyes for some reason became resolute.

Perhaps because of that painful defeat in a six against one earlier, Liu Ping had been in a slump for too long. Now, facing another great setback, he was invigorated, wanting to lose standing up. At least to lose with some dignity.

"Green Blood Fury Heart!"

Liu Ping, watching the hulking figure charging again, roared.

His movements were incredibly fast, as if he had burst out with his ultimate strength, his palms stirring up heavy airwaves, the sound of breaking air was like firecrackers popping.

His fists swung fiercely, instantly smashing towards Bai Xiao’s chest.

However, the next second what appeared nearly drove Liu Ping to despair.

Bai Xiao did not take any defensive measures, letting this series of punches hit his chest. Even the serpentine-like dark azure claws that were already in an attacking gesture were withdrawn. Bai Xiao just stood there quietly, like a silent and towering iron tower.

"Dang, dang, dang, dang, dang!"

All of Liu Ping’s unleashed deadly moves poured all their strength onto this iron tower. Continuous hitting sounds exploded, circles of white air currents whirled on his clothes, a translucent visual effect created by dust explosively dispersing in the air.

"..."

Ahead, Bai Xiao, towering over, looked down at Liu Ping with no emotional fluctuations in his eyes. Like watching a dying struggle of an insect.

He suddenly took a step forward, like an iceberg moving sideways, just straight up against Liu Ping’s punches, coldly advancing silently. Bai Xiao withstood thousands of blows, step-by-step cornered Liu Ping against the wall.

"Is this all you can do when pushed to the limit?"

"No wonder you and five others surrounding Hexagram Star Night Dream were all defeated."

"Boom!"

Like a cannonball falling, gunpowder exploded.

Bai Xiao slowly turned around, in mid-air, a figure heavily landed.

"Contender number nine, wins!"

The referee immediately announced the result of the match.

The winner walked off the arena, the loser was carried away on a stretcher.

For a time, the entire Baihua Gymnasium was uproariously excited. The clash between Bai Xiao and Liu Ping was to be the first key battle of the morning. Initially, it was expected to be a closely matched and exciting fight. However, it turned out to be a one-sided severe overpower by Bai Xiao.

Liu Ping’s proud Green Blood Fist Technique did not bring significant gains. He was completely suppressed by his opponent throughout, even humiliatingly sent off in the end.

Others stood still letting Liu Ping hit them, yet he couldn’t even break their defense.

This kind of despair, the audience on site all faintly felt empathy.

"Exaggerated, Liu Ping was defeated too?! Does Bai Xiao indeed have the strength to be among the top five in this Nanjiang Province Dark World Fighting Championship? Also, watching his performance in the arena, it seems he wasn’t even going all out. Could there really be a dark horse capable of challenging the position of Nanjiang’s Jiang Shuangxiong?"

Some spectators marveled.

"Did you see that last hit? It’s too despairing; if I were Liu Ping, my will would be shattered after this battle! This Cross-Training, this Hard Skill, there’s no need for comparison anymore. Definitely the top contender of this Nanjiang Province Dark World Fighting Championship! I wonder how he compares to those Cross-Training Masters in the Eastern..."