Holy Fist
Chapter 461 - 233 Eastern Fighting Tournament, begins!

Chapter 461: 233 Eastern Fighting Tournament, begins!

He Xian Martial Arts Hall Master, who is also the founder of He Xian Martial Arts Hall, got his aliases from the time when he dominated the Eastern Secret Martial World.

This person can be considered a representative and leader of New Martial.

Since the New Century, after establishing He Xian Martial Arts Hall, his influence has grown increasingly larger, even posing a threat to the top sects that once dominated the Eastern Secret Martial World. He Xian Martial Arts Hall Master has become a flag and synonym for New Martial, his strength unfathomable, truly a Grandmaster. He not only developed He Xian Martial Arts Hall into one of the top five federations in a short time but also has significant connections and influence within the Martial Arts Association, and he himself is the honorary deputy director of the Eastern Headquarters.

He Xian, a Grandmaster in the Secret Martial World, ranks above all other sect leaders. He just appeared and with a flip of his palm, suppressed the Extreme Realm clash between Liu Xinzong and Hao Lie, even causing the entire venue to freeze for nearly a minute.

This is something that no ordinary sect leader could achieve.

On the edge of the Martial Arts Arena, Bai Xiao’s eyes flickered slightly as he redirected his gaze back to the center of the battlefield. The two from the Eastern Seven Stars who were just fiercely fighting have now ceased hostilities and completely exited the Extreme Realm. On the messy ground, Liu Xinzong tore off pieces of his torn clothing, revealing a tough and fit body. Across him, Hao Lie snorted coldly and slowly turned around.

On the strong inverted-triangle back, the crimson pattern rapidly faded.

"I will kill you, definitely!"

He slowly clenched his large fist, the knuckles cracking. Hao Lie murmured with bloodshot eyes, his rationale still seemingly influenced by his killing intent.

"I’m always ready."

Liu Xinzong heard Hao Lie’s words and coldly spoke from behind him.

His voice was ethereal, as if from the clouds, yet also as if shrouded in fog.

Layers upon layers, as if several selves were talking together.

Until the final word, the sense of haziness disappeared, and everything settled down. Liu Xinzong’s hair tips, glowing blue, reverted back to black.

"What a pity, what a pity..."

"I thought there would be a good show, but they stopped halfway."

Mountain King Chen Xiu stroked his chin, lamenting.

"It doesn’t matter, when the combat competition starts, everyone meant to meet will meet. Hahaha, I hope that left-handed guy can make some progress soon. Otherwise, I will be very disappointed if I meet him on the field..." Xia Houping beside Chen Xiu looked forward to the competition with a deep gaze.

Chen Xiu knew, the left-hander he referred to, was Gui Luotian of Po Suo’s Hidden Blade Pavilion. This man specializes in wielding a knife with his left hand and had left a deep scar on Xia Houping’s chest during a nearly full-force clash. Of course, Xia Houping also retaliated by fracturing multiple bones in Gui Luotian’s right arm. Since then, like Liu Xinzong and Hao Lie, they became sworn enemies.

And so was Mountain King Chen Xiu himself, he also had significant disagreements with Ghost Mask. Within the Eastern Seven Stars, the only one who could remain neutral was Shadow Assassin Si Yu. Perhaps because of his assassin identity, he was always solitary and reticent, never having much good relations with any of the Eastern Seven Stars, nor had he any feuds with any.

However, no one knew why today, Si Yu and Ghost Mask seem to be getting close?

Chen Xiu quietly glanced to the right, eyes briefly flickering.

Perhaps because the battle had ended, two black figures watching on the edge of the Martial Arts Arena made their way side by side towards the exit.

"Tap tap tap tap..."

Black boots stepped on the concrete ground littered with gravel.

A series of crunchy noises as the cement was crushed.

Both their auras were cold, both dressed in black, although the figure on the left was slightly shorter, the shadow on the right tall and muscular, appearing mysteriously gloomy.

Si Yu and Ghost Mask walked towards Chen Xiu and his group.

Just as they were about to brush past.

"Tap."

Ghost Mask suddenly stopped, his black leather boot grinding on the ground.

"Hmm?"

Mountain King Chen Xiu slightly turned his body, a strong and surging presence circulating within his formidable physique. If Ghost Mask wanted a fight, he was ready.

However, this time, Ghost Mask wasn’t targeting him.

Under the sunlight, his fierce mask shimmered with teal and crimson lights, sweeping over Xia Houping and Chen Xiu. Then looking towards Fang Chao and Ye Meng, causing the Nanjiang duo to tense up with a sense of danger. Finally, stopping on Bai Xiao.

"Was Xie Yang eliminated by you?"

His voice was magnetic but husky, bearing an inexplicable mysterious allure.

Through the mask, a pair of pitch-black pupils, cold and indifferent, showed no emotional fluctuation, as if they were filled with thick and heavy dark ink.

Straight across, under the heavy pressure and gloomy atmosphere.

Bai Xiao suddenly smirked devilishly, unabashedly stating, "Yes."

He looked quietly into the eyes of Ghost Mask, his pupils carrying an intense chill, vacant and unfocused, like some cold-blooded creature.

"Are you seeking revenge for him?"

Bai Xiao’s voice was flat, like a cold, silent statue.

"If I say yes?"

Ghost Mask silently watched Bai Xiao, seemingly sensing the hidden nature of his opponent. Concealing bloodlust with restraint, covering madness with coldness. Sometimes appearing calm and rational, akin to someone with no emotional fluctuations, but deep inside, filled with a peculiar, hidden impulse.

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