Holy Fist
Chapter 469 - 237 First Battle Seven Stars

Chapter 469: 237 First Battle Seven Stars

The low voice echoed incessantly within the small park.

It took a long time to dissipate.

The trees lining the streets rustled loudly, with the vibrant green leaves rubbing and clashing against one another. Branches swayed and swung as if densely packed white bones were reaching out.

"Hu..."

The gust of wind whirled up the dust on the concrete ground, causing pebbles to roll.

A perfectly round, clean, and flat area with a diameter of one meter suddenly formed.

And within that circle, a figure clad in black appeared without notice. His build was slender, his limbs more delicate in comparison to other Secret Martial Cultivators, and he stood only about one hundred and seventy-five centimeters tall. He was dressed in black, form-fitting battle attire conducive to movement, with an obscure black cloak draped over his shoulders.

At this moment, the cloak fluttered noisily, billowing up and down like dark clouds.

Si Yu slowly lifted his head, revealing an indistinguishable, beautifully delicate face, bright with eyes. Behind his head, a long ponytail reached down to his waist, gently tied with a red string, reminiscent of an ancient court lady.

From a distance, downwind, Bai Xiao unknowingly caught a whiff of a faint scent.

Ethereal and haunting...

The fragrance seemed to emanate from Si Yu. More specifically, it came from a half-transparent black flower inserted at an angle on Si Yu’s shoulder.

The flower, as if alive, constantly opened and closed petals delicate as glass bowls with the changing wind, exposing the tender blood-red flower bud within.

"Hm?"

Bai Xiao suddenly felt his Qi-Blood churning, a hot and fiery sensation rising inch by inch, along with an inexplicable impulse to shred someone apart. He instantly held his breath in concentration, circulated his Blood Pill, and restored the surging Qi-Blood back to a state as if mixed with primal chaos.

"Is this floral scent poisonous?"

Bai Xiao squinted his eyes slightly, his gaze coldly fixed on the Shadow Assassin Si Yu.

"Oh? You managed to suppress the effects of the Blood Coagulation Fragrance so quickly, truly a rare prey. Other prey, even those within the Secret Martial World at the Martial Fighter Realm, would lose their senses in a short amount of time after smelling this peculiar fragrance. Surprisingly, you seem unaffected. But no matter, the more you absorb the Blood Coagulation Fragrance, the more it will affect you. You can start holding your breath from now, but under my onslaught, how long can you last without gasping for air?" Si Yu’s delicate face bore an innocuous smile...

His eyes narrowed into crescent moons, seemingly filled with glee.

He calmly raised both hands, his pale and slender fingers spread apart, and from his sleeves, two specialized metallic spikes shot out, forged from a special alloy. These spikes looked semi-transparent and were dark in color, with blood groove patterns on their surfaces.

These custom-made hidden spikes had edges sharp like triangular pyramids, while the hilt was thinner than a pinky finger, with small branches protruding perpendicularly from both ends.

During an assassination, the metallic branches would rest against the palm, with the handle held between the middle and ring fingers. Sweeping hands across long arcs, rapidly stabbing dozens of times, could turn any enemy into a bloody sieved beehive, creating deadly artistry.

His hands hanging faintly, he calmly watched Bai Xiao.

"When you provoked me at the He Xian Martial Arts Hall, you should have known you were done for. No one escapes my assassination; darkness and shadows are my domain, all pursued targets die amidst trembling and fear..."

Shadow Assassin Si Yu murmured to himself, his eyelids drooping somberly.

The Shadow Spike in his palm whirled, leaving afterimages as it moved through the air.

"I am the tenth generation Shadow Assassin, the assassin with a hundred percent completion rate!"

"Compared to being called Shadow Assassin Si Yu in the Secret Martial World, I prefer the moniker from the assassin world. Those employers and colleagues of mine like to call me Death Messenger..."

Before his words even fell.

"Hu..."

Si Yu had vanished without a trace, seemingly turned into a black shadow, and suddenly reappeared behind Bai Xiao. He even stood with his back to Bai Xiao, his cloak fluttering. With a backhanded flick, the spike shot forth.

"Clang!!!!!"

A vein-ridden, iron-black large hand blocked the path of the Shadow Spike. They collided violently, immediately triggering an explosive reaction.

But the golden-red flames and white wave-like energy, just beginning to expand,

Were crushed single-handedly by that exaggerated huge hand, forcibly compressed back.

The fine iron spike was also firmly gripped.

Between them, an intense struggle ensued, metal vibrating and ringing in the palm.

Shadow Assassin Si Yu’s pupils contracted slightly; Bai Xiao was the only opponent he had met who could react this quickly! Even the Eastern Seven Stars couldn’t manage it. It felt as if there were eyes on the back.

Indeed, under the enhancement of the Heart Eye, every sense organ of Bai Xiao’s body could be considered an eye. Including pores on the skin, even the slightest perception of changes in airflow would allow him to sharply detect abnormality.

This made it difficult for him to be ambushed at close range. Unless the opponent’s speed was unimaginably fast, they couldn’t breach Bai Xiao’s defenses.

Obviously, Shadow Assassin Si Yu only had an elusive form and unpredictable presence, but his strike speed had not reached that level. Therefore, he was no different from an ordinary opponent to Bai Xiao, who only needed to sense the point of attack.

"Click click click click..."

Within the hard palm, the spike struggled fiercely, sparks flying.

"Today, I’m going to break your perfect completion rate."

Under the hazy moonlight, facing Shadow Assassin Si Yu, Bai Xiao revealed a ghastly smile, his sinister teeth flickering with a bristling chill.

"Boom!"

A punch swung out, muscles in the arm swelling rapidly, like an inflating balloon. Muscles grotesquely exaggerated to the point of deformity, appearing as a meatball covered with steel.