Holy Fist
Chapter 510 - 256 Fierce Fist’s Might, No Match in the Extreme Realm!_2

Chapter 510: 256 Fierce Fist’s Might, No Match in the Extreme Realm!_2

Sparse wreckage scattered across the open ground, like discarded scraps beyond repair.

Twisted and torn beyond recognition.

Some were blown away in the collision, comparable to cannonballs, instantly crossing most of the Martial Arts Arena, and flying out through a hole they punctured in the thick wall at the top.

"God, is this a demolition!?"

"The entire platform must be damaged by now! I can feel the ground constantly trembling, my butt is getting numb, even though we’re so far away..."

"Two monsters! Definitely non-human entities! That was a pure physical and Physique collision, yet it caused such a stir. If they go all-out, they could definitely tear down the entire huge Martial Arts Arena in a short time. I feel like I wouldn’t be able to stand still at the edge of the platform, I couldn’t withstand the aftermath. This is too insane... This is what a real Eastern fighting competition is all about!"

The audience gasped, their palms sweating, holding their breaths. Their entire focus was on the platform, unable to look away, muttering to themselves.

At this moment, the other Seven Stars were also highly concentrated.

The battle between Bai Xiao and Chen Xiu would expose more techniques and cards, regardless of who won. Capturing a flaw from it could be critical to victory in the upcoming encounters; it was essential.

"Is this Chen Xiu going all out? Just as I imagined, terrifying, every move he makes has the power to split mountains and rocks..."

"But Bai Xiao is even more terrifying."

"Chen Xiu’s Extreme Realm is about to be pushed out!"

Xia Houping’s eyes glowed, and he shook his head slightly.

"Clang, clang, clang..."

At Po Suo’s Hidden Blade Pavilion, the rest area.

Gui Luotian still had that dull, ice-cold expression, only his palm, resting on the wrapped handle of the blade, trembled slightly. As if the pitch-black blade was resonating on its own, too excited and eager to wait.

"Rashamon, don’t be impatient..."

"It’s almost your turn."

A hoarse voice rose faintly, as if to soothe.

In a secluded corner of the Martial Arts Arena.

Si Yu’s eyelids drooped; silent and expressionless.

Because, the two on stage fighting fiercely just happen to suppress his style of combat. If you were to replace Bai Xiao or Chen Xiu with Si Yu right now, he would certainly be brutally beaten and in a sorry state by the other.

From the perspective of the spectator seats, looking towards the platform.

At the central position was a large patch of white mist, a translucent effect created by exploding dust and dirt. One could vaguely see two huge shadows colliding inside, each impact causing the mist to expand outward.

Finally, with a loud bang.

The mist on the left side burst open, and a huge shadow, carrying another figure, charged out wildly. The two were in a high-speed exchange, swinging their palms.

"Boom!"

The shorter, more robust figure was hit in the chest with a punch, stumbling and retreating awkwardly. His form tumbled out, and in mid-air, a puff of blood mist exploded. With a brace of his right palm, Chen Xiu stood up again.

He gasped heavily, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

His arm muscles were somewhat deformed and twisted, with a massive and terrifying Fist Seal on his chest. Streams of fresh blood converged, dripping down from the edges.

"It has been so long..."

"So long since I’ve been this embarrassed!"

Chen Xiu coughed painfully twice, his gaze somewhat scattered with regret.

His shoulders trembled slightly, muscles writhing, with the veins and lines underneath winding and twisting like steel wires, carrying an intense significance. Chen Xiu took a deep breath, strangely calm: "I didn’t expect that, after many years as the top practitioner of Horizontal Training among the young generation of the Eastern region, I would ultimately lose in the ultimate goal of the Dark World fighting competition. In the battle for the strongest Horizontal Training, you have won..."

"Bai Xiao!"

His gaze suddenly sharpened, arrow-like and piercing, directly shooting towards the figure in front. Their eyes clashed in a collision.

From Chen Xiu’s nostrils slowly streamed out hot air, like two visible serpentine wisps. He slowly spread his arms, his immense body heat began to surge.

"The contest of Hard Skill, has ended."

"Then let this fight on the platform come to a complete end, too!"

Chen Xiu’s statement clearly represented his admission of defeat, his Hard Skill and physique inferior to Bai Xiao’s. Afterwards, both sides would go all out in their fight!

"Extreme Realm!"

Chen Xiu suddenly roared up to the sky, half of his face wrapped with bulging veins, resembling winding patterns. The peak aura within his body burst forth completely.

"Mountain King Armor!"

"Hum!"

Within a terrifying roar, a gigantic halo enveloped him, with the intense white light as thick as rock, like a house-sized scorching white glow appearing.

"Thud!"

The entire platform shook violently.

As if something extremely heavy fell down within the white light.

"Phew!"

The howling wind abates, light dissipates.

What’s revealed is a towering figure, a full four meters in height. Mountain King Chen Xiu is completely encased in an exaggerated set of armor; hard and fierce rocky arcs rise prominently, thick beyond compare. His shoulders boast large protrusions like the planks of a gate, resembling weapons that have been assembled onto him.

On the platinum helmet, demon-like horns thrust forward, wrapped in spirals of light that coil downward. At the positions of the eyes, a red glow emerges.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

A vastly stronger and more robust aura than before suddenly descends.

"Thump!"

A massive right foot stomps forward, the ground cracking open.

Chen Xiu’s thunderous voice emanates from within the armor.

"This is my most formidable state!"

"Bai Xiao!"

With a charge forward, he is like a metallic meteor falling at high speed from the stratosphere, sparks of gold and red friction lighting up the surface of his armor. His terrifying arms suddenly spread open, the ground shaking violently beneath him.

A punch slams down, the five fingers as if they are wrenching down the entire sky.

"Bang!!!"

Air explodes, thunder rumbles.

The entire colossal stage sinks abruptly, currents of air dramatically rolling in reverse. From a bird’s eye view above, one could clearly see a gigantic white air current surging to the sky, sweeping across like a tornado. The earth roars violently!

In the spectator stands, someone is suddenly launched into the air, buttocks lifted a full half a meter from their seat, as though a terrifying force and energy are leaking and sweeping through.

To the left, half of the surrounding wall collapses outright, kicking up dust.

Leaves rustle, birds startle into flight, flapping in panic.

All eyes focus there, to the center of the stage.

A massive rock-white armored figure stands with his enormous arms positioned oppressively downwards, joints creaking loudly. Yet, he couldn’t quite pin down his opponent, as if there was a fierce beast struggling beneath.

"Creak, creak, creak..."

Faint sounds transmit, growing louder and fiercer.

Between the vast arms and body, gaps suddenly split open. Terrifying white light shoots out, ferocious currents howl, the roar of an arriving beast.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!"

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

"Fourth Transformation!"

"Water Bird Soaring!!!"

An intensively condensed image of a water bird expands rapidly, becoming immense in an instant. Mountain King Chen Xiu’s massive body is launched away like a cannonball. Air currents from all directions swirl inward, instantaneously forming a huge vortex, resembling a rapidly spinning tornado phantom.

"Do you hear it?"

Bai Xiao stands tall at the center of the arena, in the depths of the crater. He looks up at the endless azure sky, his heart clear and calm. His muscular arms, wrapped in veins, lift powerfully as a terrible whirlpool of airflow gathers around him.

"The sound of the world shaking!"

In the blink of an eye.

A series of stacked white airwaves, both elegant and ferocious, slash through the sky. Then rapidly plunge downward, crashing heavily into the giant stage.

And the first thing it encounters is none other than Mountain King Chen Xiu!

"Bang!!!!!"

Thunder and lightning, a clear sky thunderclap, white currents instantly engulf everything.

The spectators in the Martial Arts Arena, at this moment, feel as if they are in the midst of fog. Layers upon layers of white gas wash over cheeks and shoulders, clothes and pants, sweeping violently into the distance in the blink of an eye.

Everyone falls silent for several seconds, recovering from that terrifying, earth-shattering blow. They exchange glances, almost in unison turning to look at the stage.

"That is..."

On one side,

A battered rock-white armor kneels heavily, propping up on one knee.

Between the gaps, blood seeps out.

On the other side,

A tall figure with classic elegance stands, slowly lowering his hands.

Hands hanging by his sides.

At this moment, profound silence reigns.

Everyone present shares the same inexplicable sentiment in their hearts.

"The might of Fierce Fist, unmatched by the Extreme Realm!"