Holy Fist
Chapter 516 - 259 One person clears Seven Stars?_2

Chapter 516: 259 One person clears Seven Stars?_2

Xia Houping, stroking his chin, his eyes grew increasingly solemn: "These two..."

...

At 2:30 in the afternoon, the time had arrived.

On the grand central stage of the Martial Arts Arena, the familiar host appeared at the edge, speaking loudly as he walked towards the center.

"Silence please!"

"Coming up next, the fifth round of the Eastern Dark World Combat Tournament will begin!"

He stood firm, his voice booming like a great bell.

His gaze swiftly swept across the audience, pausing slightly at the remaining contestants: "Now, there are only eight contestants left, who will pair off for duels. I will announce the first match of this afternoon..."

The host paused deliberately, coughed twice, then proclaimed.

"From Po Suo’s Hidden Blade Pavilion, Gui Luotian!"

"From the Fierce Bird Sect, Bai Xiao!"

Instantly, the entire Martial Arts Arena erupted into tumult, filled with cheers and whistles. Many spectators were visibly excited, filled with anticipation.

The main reason was that Bai Xiao had defeated the Eastern Seven Stars twice in a row. Everyone was eager to see if he could continue this miraculous winning streak. Single-handedly overcoming the Seven Stars? No one had dared to even think of that before.

But, Bai Xiao’s emergence made it all seem possible!

"Quack, this is going to be a great show!"

From the spectator stands, someone made an inexplicably strange cry.

"Fight, fight, fight! I want to see blood in the arena!"

A bloodthirsty audience member waved his fists, inexplicably feverish.

"If Bai Xiao wins this match, he will truly deserve the title of Seven Stars Killer! Gui Luotian has inherited the true legacy of the Sword Demon; he is definitely not to be trifled with!" informed spectators revealed in their eyes...

"Contestants, please enter the stage!"

The host announced loudly once again.

From both sides of the Martial Arts Arena, two figures stood up, locking eyes from a distance. Bai Xiao’s gaze was cold and calm, while Gui Luotian’s eyes were vacant and wandering.

Their exchange of looks didn’t spark any friction.

But it conveyed an extremely bone-chilling sense of danger.

It was as if two exceedingly sharp blades were sheathed, unassuming in everyday affairs. However, once drawn, it meant a earth-shattering fight!

Blood would be shed in an instant.

Life and death, victory and defeat, would be decided!

"Tap, tap, tap..."

Bai Xiao’s robust frame slowly walked towards the platform, his step frequency steady and powerful. Perhaps due to a further increase in strength, he seemed to care less about his opponent, adopting a mindset that whoever came, it didn’t matter. Such magnificent and unprecedented Po Li filled his presence.

Half a minute later, on the newly repaired and rejuvenated platform.

Two figures stood facing each other, distant yet confronting.

On the left, Bai Xiao’s hands hung naturally, slightly bent due to the excessive strength of the inner arm muscles. His majestic body, like a towering iron fortress, was now even more robust and intense, his enormous aura slowly stirring.

He breathed evenly, his gaze calmly forward.

On the right, Gui Luotian’s stooped figure, as ever, resembled an old man tilling the fields. He wore a loose, sloppy black daoist robe. Faintly visible at the neck and wrist, were black patterns spreading like Hellish Evil Ghosts. Gui Luotian’s right hand rested on the dark hilt of his blade.

"..."

His vacant gaze lingered on Bai Xiao, light gathering and dispersing, as if sizing something up or entering some mysterious state.

"Mind Blade?"

Bai Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly.

He had some understanding of Gui Luotian’s renowned combat methods. The so-called Mind Blade was to simulate the upcoming combat scene in Gui Luotian’s mind. He wielded an invisible Mind Blade, slashing towards his opponent. If the opponent withstands it, blocks it, then nothing would happen.

If the opponent didn’t block...

Then the invisible would become tangible, with blood spurting, a body cleaved in two!

Previously, during the top sixteen fight, Fang Chao was instantly killed by Gui Luotian in this manner. Even Fang Chao’s Northern Star Aurora move had no effect.

He was defeated on the spot, severely injured.

The next second, Bai Xiao saw Gui Luotian slowly extend his abnormally knotted and thick arm, making a clasping gesture in front of his body.

A moment later, an inexplicable formless aura enveloped him.

Fierce blade intent, like surging breakers.

Next to them, the black-clad referee, punctually spoke up, loudly declaring.

"The match begins!"

On the arena.

Bai Xiao stood motionless, calmly watching Gui Luotian, who adopted a knife-wielding attacking stance. He raised his head and let out a deep chuckle.

"Hehehe..."

"What are you gesturing at?"

"Come on!"

"So what if you managed to land a slash!?"

"Come!"

The next second, upon Bai Xiao’s urging and request.

Gui Luotian, in the state of wielding his psychic blade, swung down ferociously. His two abnormally strong arms, muscles knotted, veins crisscrossing like black ropes.

The air was suddenly torn apart, an invisible blade descended at extreme speed!

"Clang!!!"

The psychic blade struck something, instantly emitting a terrifying resonance.

Gui Luotian’s arms shook violently, the sleeves of his black Daoist robe burst open, revealing arms covered in black tattoos. On his palms, the base of his thumb was torn open, blood flowing out as if he had suffered a dreadful recoil in that instant.

"Ting ting ting..."

The psychic blade, shattered!!!

Because of the slash at Bai Xiao, the psychic blade that Gui Luotian had conjured in his imagination exploded on the spot. He let out a barely audible grunt, his spirit damaged.

To the right, Gui Luotian, as always, stooped with a hunch, resembling an old man tilling the field. He wore a set of black, loose, and shabby Daoist robe. Faintly visible at the neck and wrists were black lines spreading like those of a Hellish Evil Ghost. Gui Luotian’s right hand rested on the dark hilt of his blade.

"..."

His vacant gaze lingered on Bai Xiao, his aura gathered and dispersed, as if sizing something up, or perhaps entering some kind of mystical state.

"A psychic blade, huh?"

Bai Xiao slightly narrowed his eyes.

He had some understanding of Gui Luotian’s well-known fighting styles. The so-called psychic blade is a simulated battle scenario in Gui Luotian’s mind. Holding an invisible blade, he slashes down at his opponent. If the opponent withstands it, blocks it, then nothing happens.

If the opponent fails to block...

Then the intangible becomes tangible, blood spurts, a clean cut in two!

Previously, during the round of sixteen, it was in this very manner that Fang Chao was instantly killed by Gui Luotian. Even employing a powerful move like the Beichen Polar Light had no effect.

He was defeated on the spot, seriously injured.

The next second, indeed, Bai Xiao saw Gui Luotian slowly extending his arm with abnormally knotted and large knuckles, adopting a grasping position in front of his body.

Instantly, some mysterious, invisible aura enveloped him.

The sharp intent of the blade, like waves churning.

Beside, the black-clad referee, promptly spoke up, declaring loudly.

"The match begins!"

On the arena.

Bai Xiao stood motionless, calmly watching Gui Luotian, who adopted a knife-wielding attacking stance. He raised his head and let out a deep chuckle.

"Hehehe..."

"What are you gesturing at?"

"Come on!"

"So what if you managed to land a slash!?"

"Come!"

The next second, upon Bai Xiao’s urging and request.

Gui Luotian, in the state of wielding his psychic blade, swung down ferociously. His two abnormally strong arms, muscles knotted, veins crisscrossing like black ropes.

The air was suddenly torn apart, an invisible blade descended at extreme speed!

"Clang!!!"

The psychic blade struck something, instantly emitting a terrifying resonance.

Gui Luotian’s arms shook violently, the sleeves of his black Daoist robe burst open, revealing arms covered in black tattoos. On his palms, the base of his thumb was torn open, blood flowing out as if he had suffered a dreadful recoil in that instant.

"Ting ting ting..."

The psychic blade, shattered!!!

Because of the slash at Bai Xiao, the psychic blade that Gui Luotian had conjured in his imagination exploded on the spot. He let out a barely audible grunt, his spirit damaged.