Holy Fist
Chapter 522 - 262 Steps into the Top Four, Night Raid on the Sect_2

Chapter 522: 262 Steps into the Top Four, Night Raid on the Sect_2

The three members of the Eastern Seven Stars who were consecutively defeated by Bai Xiao are the best evidence!

The Extreme Realm is the synonym for the utmost pinnacle under the sect organization!

And he, overwhelmingly dominates the Extreme Realm!

Turning off his cellphone, Bai Xiao lifted his gaze once more, looking afar toward the arena.

There, the fifth round of the second match of the Eastern Dark World martial arts tournament was underway. However, there was nothing much to see, because Xia Houping’s opponent on the stage from Lei Chanliu was just a contestant who had luckily made it into the top eight.

As the black-clothed referee announced the start of the match.

The watching crowd witnessed the true terror of a thunderbolt striking down!

In a daze, a semi-transparent blue giant hand, entwined with lightning, seemed to appear above the entire arena. With a crackling sound, it swept down!

"Bang!"

The opponent, a youth in red, raised his fists above his head, his neck veins bulging, his face red with rage, roaring as he resisted with all his might. But with a flash of blue light, the stage shook violently, and a gale howled, sweeping across half of the area.

A second later, the mist dispersed.

A huge palm print with a diameter of five meters had collapsed a corner of the arena’s edge. The youth lay there, sprawling in the deep palm print, splayed out in the form of a big ’X’. His clothes were shattered, blood leaking from the corner of his mouth, already completely unconscious.

"Xia Houping wins!"

The referee announced directly without hesitation.

In the spectator seats, Bai Xiao’s gaze lingered on Xia Houping’s back, silently sizing him up. The burly youth in the ring seemed to notice and slowly turned his head, his eyes filled with terrifying thunder, and locked gaze with Bai Xiao.

Without exchanging words, they just nodded slightly at each other.

They were neither enemies nor friends.

If they met in the upcoming arena battles, they would fight with all their might to determine the winner and loser. Actually, Xia Houping was quite curious about Bai Xiao. He had the best relationship with Mountain King Chen Xiu among the Eastern Seven Stars and had also sparred with Mountain King Chen Xiu the most. Both had engaged in several battles where they nearly exerted their full strength. In the end, the results were even, most occasions ending in a draw.

But, on yesterday’s stage.

Even Mountain King Chen Xiu, unleashing the Extreme Realm, was ultimately defeated under Bai Xiao’s hand!

Xia Houping speculated in his heart that he probably wasn’t his match either.

Within the Eastern Seven Stars, those who really had a chance to defeat Bai Xiao were either the oldest and most profound Liu Xinzong or the most mysterious and dangerous Ghost Mask! As for the others, the possibility was no longer there.

"Even though I feel there’s a high probability I would lose..."

"Still, I really want to go all out and have a fierce fight with him!"

A burning fighting spirit surged in Xia Houping’s eyes, with flames seemingly igniting within them.

He longed to challenge the strong, to hone his Thunderous Fists!

The second match ended, and after a half-hour intermission, the venue underwent a quick repair. The rubble on the surrounding ground was also swept away.

As time trickled by, the third match began.

The fighting parties, astonishingly, were Shadow Assassin Si Yu and Breeze of Breath Liu Xinzong!

These two members of the Eastern Seven Stars were pitted against each other!

The spectators were somewhat expectant, their eyes burning bright as they looked toward the stage. Even Bai Xiao lifted his head to look, his sight intently fixed on the battleground.

However, the situation on the field was surprising.

What was thought to be a fierce tug-of-war, difficult to wrestle free from, with victory only decided by one move at the last moment, turned out to be Liu Xinzong unilaterally suppressing Si Yu, demonstrating his overwhelming might!

With every flick of his fingers, a tornado whirled into existence, carrying with it the astonishing essence of a spiralling cyclone. Si Yu was the first to be forced into using the Extreme Shadow Transformation in combat. At this moment, the Eastern Seven Stars watching understood that his defeat was inevitable. True to form, Liu Xinzong strolled leisurely, roaming with the wild wind.

Si Yu was trapped by more than a dozen tornados, all his techniques exhausted, unable to break through.

In the end, Liu Xinzong clenched his five fingers, the hurricanes converged, forming a super cyclone. Exhausted, Si Yu collapsed out of the Extreme Realm, reverting from his shadowy state, and was then blown out of the giant arena by the tempest.

The third match, Liu Xinzong wins!

The voice of the black-clad referee echoed in Bai Xiao’s ears.

With his arms crossed in front of his chest, strong and towering, he sat there as if he was a stable mountain. Bai Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly, keeping his gaze on Liu Xinzong.

"This man’s accumulation in the Extreme Realm is too profound..."

"Perhaps he has long been able to break through to the Sect Leader Realm!"

A hint of wariness arose in his heart.

Liu Xinzong, indeed, was the most genuine of the Eastern Seven Stars. Or to say, the title of Eastern Seven Stars originated because of him. Over the following years, others gradually managed to be listed alongside him.

"Descendant of Crane Immortal, Gale in the Extreme Realm, Crane Spirit Fist Intent..."

Merely known techniques were enough to make Liu Xinzong one of the strongest contenders in the Eastern Dark World martial arts tournament.

Not to mention, he might have some hidden trump cards.

"Breeze of Breath Liu Xinzong, Evil Ghost Face..."

"These two are the last obstacles in my path to becoming the champion of the martial arts tournament."

Bai Xiao slowly closed his eyes, once again making a judgment.

In the last match of the top eight, the outcome goes without saying, Ghost Mask easily secured the victory. At this moment, the fifth round of the top eight matches had completely finished!

The host of the Dark World martial arts tournament immediately appeared in the ring.

His booming voice echoed throughout the venue.

"The fifth round of matches has concluded!"

"The four victors will proceed to the semifinals and finals tomorrow!"

"They will compete for the championship title of this Dark World martial arts tournament!"

"Let us look forward to it..."

At the same time, the list of the top four contestants surfaced in the minds of all the spectators.

Lei Chanliu Xia Houping!

Breeze of Breath Liu Xinzong!

Evil Ghost Face!

Fierce Fist Bai Xiao!

By five in the afternoon, the matches ended, and the various sects began to leave.

Bai Xiao did not rush to depart, instead, he calmly waited on the spot. Sure enough, some organizations and powers that had already been restless picked up on his hint and sent their representatives to surround him.

In just a few minutes, Bai Xiao collected a plethora of exquisite business cards.

Similarly, he also heard many an enticing promise.

But he did not agree or reply immediately, instead, after leaving contact information with all representatives, he quickly followed the Fierce Bird Sect group and departed.

At this moment, benefits had not yet been maximized.

Bai Xiao planned to negotiate terms with them after becoming the champion of the martial arts tournament in the Eastern Dark World tomorrow afternoon, expecting to make a hefty profit from the deal.

He believed that companies with long-term vision and ambition would certainly be willing to take a hit. Because after the Eastern tournament, comes the national tournament!

If Bai Xiao made a name for himself nationally, then he truly would be raking in a fortune!

...

At six in the afternoon, at the Netherworld Martial Arts Hall, inside a healing chamber.

A faint medicinal fragrance filled the space, mingled with a slight scent of blood.

Shadow Assassin Si Yu, wearing just a thin garment, sat cross-legged, his brow tightly furrowed. He exhausted all his strength in the ring fighting against Liu Xinzong and sustained considerable injuries; it seemed he would need to rest and recuperate for a while.

In a corner of the chamber, a tall figure cloaked in a black coat, his face hidden behind a ferocious Ghost Mask, watched Si Yu in silence. Then, looking down at the time, he murmured, "It’s about time for me to go and check things out."

Ghost Mask slowly turned around, and the heavy shadows around him gathered like ink.

Bringing with them an utterly frightening and terrifying presence.

"Eternal Sleep Sect, huh?"

"To think they’ve managed to work with the Mother of Masks...they must be no simple matter..."

"But, it’s useless!"

"Anyone who stands against me and opposes me is destined for destruction!"

"Heh heh..."

After a low, sinister chuckle, the figure of Ghost Mask suddenly vanished from sight.

Elsewhere, at the Firefly Bar.

Two figures, one robust and one slender, sat in one of the private booths.

An icy atmosphere, tinged with a deadly aura, clashed with the surrounding environment, heavy with flirtatious hormones and the strong smell of alcohol, creating a stark contradiction.

"Tap."

The large figure slowly stood up, a fierce aura flashing by fleetingly.

"Let’s go..."

"I’m curious to see how formidable this so-called Death Sleep Master really is?"