Holy Fist
Chapter 517 - 260 Extreme Realm Embryo, Glazed Dragon Elephant!

Chapter 517: 260 Extreme Realm Embryo, Glazed Dragon Elephant!

Fire blazed and exploded, its flames golden-red.

Sword light cascaded like a splendid, ethereal dragon soaring across the sky in an instant. Yet, just as it was about to reach its target, it was firmly grasped by a dark iron claw. Between them, terrifying vibrations and intense booms resounded!

"Clang, clang, clang..."

Both parties wrestled, and from their fists and sword bodies, visible white ripples spread out continuously, mingled with some golden sparks.

"Hahaha..."

Bai Xiao, with his strong and towering stature, still stood his ground, emitting a burning, fearsome body heat that raised the surrounding air temperature by several degrees. An arm as thick as an average person’s thigh stretched out, its surface seemingly covered with thick, resilient armor, impervious to water and fire, invulnerable to weapons.

Even such a sharp Rashamon Blade under intense pressure,

could not leave even a shallow scratch on his palm.

"Is this one of the three famous swords from Po Suo’s Hidden Blade Pavilion?"

"It doesn’t seem anything special!"

Bai Xiao’s voice thundered like distant thunder, causing one’s eardrums to tremble and shiver. His pupils flashed with sharp light as the muscles in his arms expanded, gathering exaggerated strength that coated his muscles with a layer of black-red.

"Huff!"

His palm exerted terrifying force, pulling and yanking towards himself!

Bai Xiao indeed intended to snap the Rashamon Blade in half—not from side to side, but from end to end! Terrifying strength enveloped the blade, like a dragon elephant roaring. Gui Luotian either had to let go and drop the sword, or watch the Rashamon Blade shatter.

Nonetheless, he chose a third path.

Gui Luotian’s arms clutched the hilt tightly, veins bulging, and the whole person was lifted into the air by the sword body. His body swung in a massive arc in mid-air, as if Bai Xiao’s immense power was smashing him towards the ground.

"Boom!!!"

The ring shook thunderously, dust soared, and rubber shattered.

Bai Xiao, with his massive body like a towering iron tower, cast a heavy and strong shadow. He slightly lowered his head, his right hand hanging down, looking at that pit.

The figure of Gui Luotian had already disappeared in an instant.

And with it, the body of the Rashamon Blade held tightly by Bai Xiao.

"A blade that breathes?"

His eyebrows slightly raised, his gaze seemed to instantly pierce through the dust, looking directly at the other side of the ring. There, Gui Luotian again posed for battle.

His legs spread apart, left foot forward, right foot back. His center of gravity slightly lowered, his spine arched like a bow, arms hanging down, like a beast ready to devour its prey. The Rashamon Blade, unbeknownst when, had been sheathed back into its ancient scabbard, his right hand resting on the hilt, blade slightly trembling.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz..."

"Rashamon, Blood Smoke Dust..."

Gui Luotian muttered to himself, he inverted his grip on the hilt, gently lifting it.

"Clang!"

The blade unsheathed, a blood-red light splashed out, the cold and sharp aura quickly spread along his arm. Gui Luotian’s right arm raised, left arm supporting, the Rashamon Blade fogged in red mist, slanted downwards, the blade raised parallel to eye level. His gaze followed the blade’s spine, looking straight ahead at that tall figure, a hint of crimson gleaming in his pupils.

An aura akin to a terrifying beast swept across the entire vast ring. The spectators in the Martial Arts Arena felt a sudden chill in their hearts. Yet, among them, a few members of the Eastern Seven Stars keenly sensed Gui Luotian’s condition.

"Releasing the Sword Demon right from the start?!"

"It seems the pressure Bai Xiao has put on Gui Luotian is indeed too great!"

"Compared to half a year ago when I fought him, Gui Luotian and the Rashamon Blade’s resonance has evidently risen another level. If back then it was fifty percent, now it’s likely seventy or even eighty percent..."

The so-called Sword Demon could be understood as the Sword Spirit. The higher the resonance level with one’s own sword, the stronger and faster the swings!

Nurturing the Sword Demon, communicating with the Sword Demon, resonating with the Sword Demon.

This was the top secret technique of Po Suo’s Hidden Blade Pavilion!

"Interesting..."

On the ring, Bai Xiao slowly moved forward, his lower body heavy, his feet slightly grinding the ground. He suddenly accelerated, rushing forward tens of meters in a flash, appearing in front of Gui Luotian in the blink of an eye!

"Huff!"

An elbow like a spear, a dragon roaring.

The air suddenly compressed into a semi-transparent bowl-shaped outline.

Cold wind pressure surged, Gui Luotian’s entire clothing danced wildly, fabrics rolling and folding like waves, his shoulder-length hair crazily blown backwards. His eyes squinted tightly, not panicking, but instead a gleam flashed instantly.

"Slash!"

Both arms swung, blood light drifting, heavily falling on the elbow of the rifleman.

"Boom!"

The two forces clashed thunderously, shaking the ring.

Sparks erupted simultaneously, Bai Xiao stomped the ground, a ferocious and immense momentum rising, surrounding dust and pebbles spontaneously floating.

His hand formed a fierce claw, a violent swipe upwards, like a dark green python lunging for a bite. Clearly, he intended to tear off Gui Luotian’s jaw in one strike.

"Clang!"

Bai Xiao’s fist, like a barrel of gunpowder exploding, fiercely collided with a whistling blood sword. With a banging explosion, the metallic trembling sound was astonishing.

"Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding..."

In that instant, both parties struck frenziedly, fists, feet, swords, spears, showing no mercy. Bai Xiao, like a giant tank clad in heavy armor, barbarically crushed and pushed forward, his fists like cannonballs from a main battle tank, indestructible. Each hit on the sword body, the ring, or even the air, emitted a sound reminiscent of explosives detonating.