Holy Fist
Chapter 482 - 243 Without any suspense

Chapter 482: 243 Without any suspense

"You!"

Si Yu’s aura exploded in an instant, his gaze fixed dead on Bai Xiao. His delicate features twisted slightly, with an expression that could even be described as gnashing his teeth, like a sore spot had been touched. He took two steps forward, a rich murderous intent pressing down.

Just as he was about to speak.

He saw the cold gaze Bai Xiao was directing at him.

It was that of a giant, slithering, murderous snake, bloodthirsty and merciless. The look seemed mild, but in reality, it stripped away all emotion, carrying a chilling indifference towards life, capable of strangling any invading prey with a single strike, leaving one breathless.

In a daze, Si Yu felt as if he had returned to the night before, when he exerted all his strength to unleash the Extreme Shadow Transformation, with countless shadows attacking from all directions like a waterfall surging towards the target, seemingly able to crush everything. However, the tall figure at the center of the battlefield, insanely expanding, incredibly robust. Amidst the myriad attacks, it actually transformed into a blurred yet overwhelmingly oppressive black figure, shrouded in white steam, devouring everything.

If it wasn’t for the life-saving technique left by his master...

He would probably already be dead without a burial place at the hands of Bai Xiao!

Si Yu looked at Bai Xiao’s pitch-black pupils, his whole person pausing for a moment, his mouth opening and closing, yet he did not engage in the sharp rebuttal or provocation he had imagined.

Because, although it was incredibly unbelievable, his intuition told him. If he dared make those moves, then before he could finish all his threatening words, this strong man before him would absolutely make him pay the price immediately! Taking away his courage, dignity, and the last shred of his modesty!

So, he silently closed his mouth, standing there stiffly.

To outsiders, especially Feng Yan by his side, this scene seemed very strange. Shadow Assassin Si Yu shoved her aside arrogantly, with a powerful aggressive momentum as if coming to settle a score, took two steps forward, but ended frozen in place without speaking. It was as if, as if he was afraid?

The Eastern Seven Stars, were they capable of fear?

Was he afraid of Fierce Fist Bai Xiao? A newcomer martial arts prodigy?

What a joke!

Such a sentiment would not exist within the Eastern Seven Stars. Shadow Assassin Si Yu, already a top-notch expert right below a sect leader, yet he was afraid of Bai Xiao?

This made Feng Yan feel extraordinarily surreal, even a bit unreal. Her phoenix eyes wide open, the normally bold and generous features on her beautiful face became contracted. Feng Yan instantly realized that the provocative gesture she made to challenge Bai Xiao just now was an extremely foolish decision. It was a good thing that she was pushed away by Shadow Assassin Si Yu, or some embarrassing incidents might have occurred.

Thinking this, Feng Yan quietly stepped back two steps.

Her gaze still fixed on the scene not far away.

Si Yu stood silent in his spot, his expression cold and angry. Across from him, Bai Xiao sat in a chair, his mouth corners slightly twitching, revealing a malicious smile.

"How? Can’t accept it?"

Bai Xiao’s eyes dark as ebony, his lips barely opening.

"Do you want me to proactively apply for a challenge match after the second round of the Dark World fighting tournament ends, and then nominate to challenge you?"

His pitch-black pupils reflected Si Yu’s figure. Upon hearing these words, Si Yu’s body trembled slightly, hesitating to speak.

"Tsk, tsk."

Suddenly, a tall figure next to him took several steps forward, coming in front of Shadow Assassin Si Yu. His skin was almost entirely covered by black clothing, only a pair of eyes exposed, like dark whirlpools.

"Hello, Bai Xiao."

Ghost Mask said very politely, and he reached out his hand proactively.

A stark contrast to the oppressive manner just a moment ago.

His outstretched hand hung in mid-air for two or three seconds. Just as he was about to retract it, without success, a significantly thicker and wider sinewy hand, reached out and grabbed it, catching the hand that just began to withdraw.

Ghost Mask lifted his head, and to his shock, saw a face with no expression. Since he was against the dawn light, the deep facial contours blocked the light, causing shadows and darkening in certain areas, especially around the eyes as if wearing sunglasses.

"Hello."

A cold, deep voice sounded.

Then a tremendous force gathered at the palms of their clasped hands.

Forcing a shake up and down.

With each shake, the surrounding air showed semi-transparent distortions.

Ghost Mask just reached out his hand to take the initiative. But now, the coercion by Bai Xiao had taken the initiative right back. Under his mask, his face smirked coldly, his pupils turning even more profound and dark, his eyes instantly becoming pitch black.

In mid-air, the two men suddenly made eye contact.

Ghost Mask’s eyes were like two whirlpools, pitch dark, leading to an abyss with no bottom. The dark green mask on his face also flickered with a strange light, thin lines lighting up, bringing a mysterious fluctuation. One glance would create the illusion that the mask had turned into a water vortex.

Twisting clockwise continuously, as if it had become a vortex mask.

Inside the vortex, thousands upon thousands, layer upon layer of shrieks and screams suddenly resonated, surrounding them. At first, the voices were vague, but later they became clearer and louder. Eventually, it felt as though a person was trapped in Hell, surrounded by countless invisible but audible evil spirits.

They extended their withered arms, like a pale forest, pulling at you.

Wanting to drag you into a boundless abyss, to endure eternal suffering.

Bai Xiao seemed to have entered an utterly dark world, the noisy sports stadium fading away, leaving only two figures here.