Holy Fist
Chapter 488 - 246 wants to surrender? No way!

Chapter 488: 246 wants to surrender? No way!

No sooner had the voice faded.

At the entrance of the courtyard, two figures slowly emerged, revealing their forms.

One, tall and burly, like a tower of iron. Broad shoulders sweep across powerfully, body straight as a vigorous pine. Hair very short, scalp visible on the sides, and even the strands on top are stiff stubble. His overall face was rugged with a hint of rascality, high brows and deep nose, eyes narrow and haughty at the corners.

Clad in a fiery red fighting suit, with faint dragon patterns on the sleeves.

The other wore a white robe, relatively slender, not an exaggerated muscle man, but more like a sleek leopard. Refined, condensed muscles covering his arms, with aerodynamic lines. His features were rather ordinary, with semi-long, messy hair. Yet there was an inexplicable air of nonchalance, and the entire aura was as ethereal and graceful as a white crane.

Long Gu Haoli, Breeze of Breath Liu Xinzong.

These two arch-enemies had actually appeared at the same time, to some surprise.

"The trouble Gui Luotian has given you wasn’t led by me. However, I can’t say the same for others." Haoli, with his powerful arms tucked into his pockets, carried an explosive and fierce air, spoke bluntly.

Clearly, the "others" he referred to were none other than Liu Xinzong.

At the other end of the courtyard, the figure in white gave a cold snort.

"I’m never that sort of person."

"If I wanted to test someone, wouldn’t I do it myself?"

In fact, no one had led Gui Luotian on; everything he did earlier was purely on his own volition. His actions were too spontaneous, too sudden, appearing as if premeditated. By chance, Bai Xiao had just won against Yuan Wei of Magic Gun Extreme Martial Arts Hall in the previous match, showcasing astonishing strength. Liu Xinzong and Hao Lie, among others, wanted to observe this tournament’s dark horse.

Unexpectedly, they were instantly noticed by the acutely aware Bai Xiao.

"However, you’re indeed strong, to make the Heart Blade judge that it couldn’t sever you is remarkable. The last person to achieve such an assessment was Chen Xiu, and even among the other Seven Stars, there hasn’t been such a case."

Liu Xinzong’s pitch-black gaze fixed on Bai Xiao, his expression enigmatic.

The Heart Blade Secret Technique is one of Po Suo’s Hidden Blade Pavilion’s supreme skills, only a select few have grasped it, and among the younger generation, only Gui Luotian has learned it. Heart Blade can mimic a real blade in hand, slashing immediately at an opponent’s breath and momentum, then making a judgment based on the outcome. This means if the Heart Blade cuts your breath in two in the simulation, then in reality, Gui Luotian could easily cleave you in half with a real blade.

It works the other way around too.

Gui Luotian says Bai Xiao is tough, unbreakable.

Which means that even in a real fight, breaching his defense would be difficult.

This Heart Blade Secret Technique is mysterious and profound. Reportedly, when cultivated to a deep level, reaching the realm of Sword Demon, the secret keeper of Po Suo’s Hidden Blade Pavilion, one could turn illusion into reality. That is, with one chop, if he severs your breath in the simulated illusion, the next second, the real you would split in half.

Sword Demon doesn’t even need a blade; he simply wields his empty hand as if holding a sword.

Anyone whose breath is cut in the Heart Blade’s judgment would die on the spot, dismembered, wounds as if sliced by a vile blade.

In the courtyard, Haoli in his fiery red fighting suit, looked at Bai Xiao.

"Hey, if you’ve got the strength, why not come and challenge us directly? It’s not cool to be so evasive! Skipping the elimination round, becoming a seed contestant, and directly advancing to the top sixteen, isn’t that better? If I were you, I would be challenging one of the Eastern Seven Stars right now..."

He spoke, appearing to be an impetuous, battle-thirsty character.

Such people, generous in nature, yet impulsive, speak very directly. Like earlier at the He Xian Martial Arts Hall during the opening ceremony of the Dark World fighting tournament, when he clashed with Liu Xinzong head on, even using Extreme Realm.

Bai Xiao silently glanced at Haoli and replied calmly.

"Firstly, I’m not called ’hey’, you may call me Bai Xiao."

"Secondly, I have my own plans for the entire Eastern Dark World fighting tournament, I don’t need others to tell me what to do. That’s your business..."

He suddenly smiled slightly, his eyes narrowing, the outer corners sharp.

"Thirdly, if I were to pick a challenge in the fighting tournament against the Eastern Seven Stars..."

"You would be the first one."

Bai Xiao’s words resonated powerfully, spreading throughout the entire courtyard.

However, from a distance, Haoli, upon hearing these words, showed no anger. Instead, he laughed heartily, readily accepting the challenge.

"Good!"

"I like that kind of spirit! I’ll wait for you in the challenge match, Bai Xiao!"

Haoli opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say more.

From behind, at the courtyard entrance, two figures in black slowly approached. One in a masked coat, the other in a flowered cloak, both entirely cloaked in black, exuding a ghostly and dangerous aura. These were Si Yu and Ghost Mask.

They arrived at the edge of the courtyard, halting their steps.

Two unfathomable, whirlpool-like dark gazes silently rested on Bai Xiao. A barely discernible but terrifying aura of alarm enveloped and locked onto him.

At this moment, within this small courtyard, no less than five of the Eastern Seven Stars had appeared! And subtly, the attention of all present was drawn to the towering figure at the center of the courtyard. Even if not all bore a hostile intent, five of the younger generation’s top martial artists, subtly surrounding you, would make any contestant in the fighting tournament feel at least not terror-stricken, but certainly unusually nervous and panic-stricken.