Holy Fist
Chapter 420 - 212 then used Devourer, the battle of the top eight! _2

Chapter 420: 212 then used Devourer, the battle of the top eight! _2

In the gymnasium, the lights on the metal racks all converge towards the center at the octagonal arena. Even though the venue is well-lit, one can still distinctly see a bright circle of light, with a black-clad referee standing inside.

He glanced around at the spectators who were chattering.

He shouted, "Silence!"

Immediately, the entire gymnasium gradually quieted down.

The black-clad referee paused, then continued,

"Next, the quarterfinals of the Dark World Fighting Championship will begin!"

"The specific list will appear on the big screen!"

"All remaining contestants, please prepare yourselves!"

After he finished speaking, he allowed the crowd to discuss for a few minutes before he used some kind of secret technique to project his booming voice throughout the venue.

"On August 10th, the quarterfinals will take place in the morning, and the semifinals in the afternoon! There will be extended intervals between each match, and also longer rest periods from the quarterfinals to the semifinals. The afternoon session will start at three o’clock..."

"Additionally, on August 11th, the semifinals in the morning, and the finals in the afternoon!"

As his words ended, the eight contestants all seemed thoughtful, nodding their heads.

Among them, the eight contestants split into two groups.

Flowing Light Fist Fang Chao, Five-pointed Star Ye Meng, Ghost Snake Xie Yang, Bai Xiao. These four appeared calm, seemingly harboring an inexplicable confidence within.

No matter who the opponent is, they all had the confidence to win!

Whereas the other four had a more solemn expression, their eyes scanning around, particularly lingering on the first four mentioned. Though they didn’t display emotions like fear, they all preferred not to face those four.

As the atmosphere gradually heated up, the list finally appeared.

Everyone directed their gaze towards the screen on the second floor of the gymnasium.

"Nine Fierce Fist Gao Jie, versus, Li Guangjian Ye Meng!"

"Fierce Bird Sect Bai Xiao, versus, Ghost Snake Xie Yang!"

"Star Water Sect Fang Chao, versus, Shen Can of the Sting Blade Sect!"

"..."

Suddenly, a mix of somewhat disappointed and excited voices erupted, blending together. The disappointment was because the powerhouse duo from Nanjiang had not been matched in the quarterfinals. The excitement was because Fierce Bird Sect Bai Xiao and Xie Yang were matched!

The first three fights of the quarterfinals had already filled the audience with high anticipation. The fourth fight, however, was not eagerly awaited as earlier defeated fighters by Bai Xiao such as Crack Water Fist Lei Yu, and Green Blood Fist Liu Ping seemed stronger. Even Shen Canghai from Gale Sect might be stronger. But luck is also a part of strength.

In the viewing seats of the Fierce Bird Sect,

Sect Leader Yan Qi slightly furrowed his brow, shook his head, feeling that this draw wasn’t very favorable. According to the collected data and previous performances in the arena, Ghost Snake Xie Yang definitely possessed the strength to be among the top three in this Dark World Fighting Championship. He might even have a chance against the powerhouse duo from Nanjiang.

Next, Bai Xiao was likely facing a tough battle.

Yan Qi deeply inhaled and thought silently,

"Bai Xiao, I hope you can make it into the top four."

"That way, I can pass on to you the incomplete volume of Assassination Fist."

At the same time, in the northeast direction of the viewing seats, a figure, cloaked entirely in black clothes, cast a gloomy gaze from under the brim of his hat. It was like a venomous snake in the grass, silently watching its prey.

"Hmph..."

"How does a robust physique matter?"

"Wait till I unleash the seal, employ my secret technique, and let you see the power of the Fear Secret Technique! Strengthening mental willpower is the hardest. You who train your bodies and are adept in Hard Skill, neglect this training even more. Once my secret technique captures your spirit, even if you have tremendous brute force, there’s only one outcome..."

Ghost Snake Xie Yang gave a slight cold laugh.

Among the Eastern Seven Stars, the others found the Mountain King Chen Xiu exceedingly challenging to deal with. Only the leader of the Ghost Face Organization, Ghost Mask, often managed to suppress him swiftly, as if naturally countering him. In numerous battles, he won more than he lost.

And shortly, a similar scene was likely to occur!

Xie Yang pressed his chest, already decided to unlock the seal.

As time slowly passed, approximately ten minutes later.

With everything ready for the World Fighting Championship, the black-clad referee announced,

"The first fight of the quarterfinals, officially begins!"

Instantaneously, everyone’s focus converged, locked onto the octagonal arena. On the special rubber surface, two formidable figures stood opposed

Five-pointed Star Ye Meng naturally needs no introduction, standing with a sword held in his embrace.

On the other side is Nine Fierce Fist Gao Jie, who had once defeated Gale Sect Shen Canghai in the Martial Arts competition in the Dark World of Lanzhou City. His strength is also extraordinary.

He has a head of rare white short hair, a burly physique, at least twice as strong as Ye Meng. His upper body is clad in a pure black tank top, the close-fitting fabric outlining the strong muscular contours, and the lower body is in blue jeans. A subtle explosive aura lingers around him.

"The competition begins!"

With that command, the arena instantly transformed.

Nine Fierce Fist Gao Jie did not choose to attack first but immediately adopted a fighting stance. His center of gravity was slightly shifted backward, shoulders leaning back, facing Ye Meng sideways. One foot in front, the other back, pacing back and forth.

His right hand loosely clenched at his side, his left hand forming a claw shape, hanging straight down.

A current of danger, like flowing gunpowder, transmitted between his arms. In just a few breaths, it caused the surrounding air to slightly distort. It looked as if a ring of white vapor was rapidly swirling around his arms.

"Facing Ye Meng, I must give it my all from the start!"

"Otherwise, I’ll be annihilated instantly!"

Nine Fierce Fist Gao Jie’s thoughts raced, and he suddenly roared.

The strength in his body was like a full barrel of gunpowder, instantly ignited by high heat. An explosive, scorching force gathered in his legs, and he stomped!

"Boom!"

Gao Jie lunged forward violently, throwing a punch like a raging fire engulfing the sea!

Instantly, everyone in the sports hall concentrated their attention, eager to see how Ye Meng would respond to this formidable punch.

And his response was a blade of light slashing the night!

Dawn breaks, the five-pointed star appears!

"Clang!!!"

It seemed like everyone present heard the clear ringing of a sword.

Atop the arena, the light dimmed briefly, plunging into a murky darkness. Only a returning blade of light shone brightly.

The blade of light formed a "∧" shape, and a large burst of golden flames exploded suddenly.

Half a minute later, the match ended.

Nine Fierce Fist Gao Jie had deep, bone-exposing bloody wounds on both shoulders, and the white hair on either side of his temples was neatly shaved off, giving him a sharp look from a distance.

His expression was forlorn; he was forcibly enduring the pain and let out a deep sigh.

"I lost!"

On the opposite side, Ye Meng sheathed his sword and slowly stepped down from the platform.

Gao Jie also turned around, his pupils suddenly contracted. Behind him, the tough alloy wire mesh had been smoothly cut into a triangular cross-section, and on the distant ground lay an endlessly deep "∧" shaped mark, emitting black smoke.

Gao Jie’s mouth slightly opened, muttering to himself.

"Five-pointed Star Ye Meng, truly lives up to his reputation!"

From the spectator seats, Bai Xiao observed everything. Ye Meng’s move seemed slightly different from the secret techniques of Li Guangjian, yet it bore some similarities.

More like capturing the essence, filtering out the dregs, achieving an transcendent sword.

"Interesting, is this the insight from that Martial Arts Exchange Conference where he fought against six?"

...

There was a considerable break during halftime.

The chattering in the sports hall gradually ceased, everyone looking towards the arena.

As expected, the referee in black instantly appeared on stage.

"Dark World Martial Arts competition, quarterfinals, the second match!"

"Fierce Bird Sect Bai Xiao, against, Ghost Snake Xie Yang!"

From the spectator seats, in the Fierce Bird Sect’s designated area, a seat in the middle.

A tall, chilling and silent figure slowly stood up. His broad, robust shoulders seemed to stir up a gust of wind, carrying a domineering aura. Under the gaze of hundreds in the sports hall, he took one step after another, heading towards the arena.

"It’s my turn..."

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