Holy Fist
Chapter 539: Day 270 of the Finals_2

Chapter 539: Day 270 of the Finals_2

We could form a tactical squad now.

"It doesn’t matter, the six major powers won’t give up, they’ve suffered at the hands of the Eternal Sleep Sect this time, and they will surely seek revenge. When that time comes, it’ll only mean greater contradictions and conflicts, a thoroughly chaotic battle. The more chaotic it is, the more I can benefit from it. Whether it’s taking hypnotic props from the Death Sleep Master or killing members of Heavenly God Company and Evolved Land to extract Biological Armor, I won’t lose out..." Bai Xiao felt like a fish in water.

After pondering for a moment, he shifted his attention back to the profession of tactical officer.

[Your Skill ’Battle’, Experience +160!]

[Your Skill ’Battle’, has reached the limit!]

Gaze shifting.

[Skill: Battle LV.3 (∞/∞)]

(Extractable)

The profession of tactical officer is finally thoroughly finished, whether it’s the profession itself or all three skills have reached the limit. It was not in vain that Bai Xiao deliberately asked Yao Qing to issue a battle task to him from the Mo Yun Group.

He took a deep breath and without hesitation gave the command.

"Dark Red, extract!"

With a thought, a bright red light like the evening glow in the sky descended instantly. As a mist enshrouded the entire profession.

The status bar slightly flickered, Experience gushing out.

And in an instant, it was converted into some kind of extremely mysterious special energy.

A flash before the eyes, and everything became clear.

[Dark Red Modifier]

[Potential Points: 19→22]

The accumulation of Potential Points increased a bit more, giving a greater sense of security.

By the window, Bai Xiao slowly stood up, his tall figure standing next to the panoramic floor-to-ceiling window. In the distance, the city bustled with traffic, skyscrapers, and neon lights twinkling, while people moved in endless streams. His gaze swept over them, finally settling in the direction of the He Xian Martial Arts Hall. A strong will, an inexplicable radiance burst forth.

"Victory is certain!"

...

The next day, as the sky spat out the pale light of dawn, the slowly rising sun cast out beams of golden light, piercing through the white clouds like swords.

The rooftops and glass of the city buildings reflected a slightly twinkling light.

In a bedroom in the Hanhai Hotel, Bai Xiao had already finished washing up, standing by the bed. The slits in the curtains allowed golden sunlight to spill onto his bare and strong upper body, instantly outlining a muscular physique as majestic and agile as that of a leopard, brimming with masculine vitality.

"Sss sss sss..."

He dressed in a few moments.

Bai Xiao turned slowly, the platinum ferocious raptor pattern on his back seemed to come alive, sparkling in the light, menacing and fierce.

With a click, he pushed open the door.

He briskly walked to Sect Leader Yan Qi’s room.

In the living room, the members of Fierce Bird Sect were already prepared, all neatly dressed and ready to go. Yan Qi and Chen Liao were talking about something, a few Core Disciples sat on the sofa discussing eagerly with an air of anxious anticipation. Some staff members sat in chairs, their right hands resting on the surface of the medical kits.

Inside were things like top-grade golden sore medicine and even life-prolonging ointments.

It’s okay to lose the match.

But Bai Xiao absolutely cannot die or be crippled in the arena.

"Big brother!"

Seeing someone push the door and come in, Jian Feng and others quickly got up. Their expressions seemed even more excited than Bai Xiao himself, practically itching to try.

To those unaware, they might think it was them who were going to fight the finals!

Five minutes later, in the hotel lobby on the first floor.

The Fierce Bird Sect team ignored the glances from the surroundings and walked straight out.

A fleet of black vehicles smoothly merged into the traffic, driving out of East Sea City’s downtown area with fast and steady speed, heading in the direction of He Xian Martial Arts Hall.

At the same time, numerous fleets with similar destinations gathered together.

He Xian Martial Arts Hall, a giant Martial Arts Arena, was already bustling with noise. Excited conversations and cheers were everywhere.

As of today, most of the contestants had been eliminated, only the four strongest remained. More and more people had become pure spectators, merely there to enjoy the competition, reveling in the feverish atmosphere, and the blood-pumping, fist-to-flesh matches of the strong on the stage. This feeling, only those who have personally been in that environment can understand how infectious it can be.

As time ticked by, people kept entering through the hallway entrance.

Fierce Bird Sect was very punctual in their departure, but a slight traffic jam on the road caused the team to be among the later arrivals. By the time Bai Xiao entered the giant Martial Arts Arena, the other three of the four finalists had already arrived at their seats.

At the entrance of the passageway, a figure in white and gold battle attire slowly walked forward.

Suddenly, gazes full of varying emotions converged, like a myriad of sharp long swords. Especially noticeable were a figure in a trench coat, a figure in white, and a muscular man wearing a tight black tank top. They were the true rivals to Bai Xiao in today’s Dark World fighting competition.

"He is very strong."

"Maybe you are no match for him..."

In the audience, beside Xia Houping, Chen Xiu, his body wrapped in white bandages exuding a strong medicinal scent, watched Bai Xiao intently and spoke softly.

"I know."

In the seats, a tall man about 1.85 meters, with a strong and sturdy build, his muscular arms exposed under the tank top gleaming with the fragmented golden light of the sun. His facial features were deep and bright, his cheeks rugged and commanding, his short hair on top as stiff as steel needles standing upright. There was a wolf-like sharpness in his luminescent blue eyes.

An excited smile squeezed out upon his rugged face.

"It’s precisely because he’s strong enough that I’m even more thrilled!"

"Don’t you understand my character yet? Chen Xiu!"

In another corner, somewhat secluded.

Si Yu, with her hair tied in a ponytail, glanced over at Ghost Face.

"What’s with you today?"

"Your emotional fluctuations seem a bit unusual."

To the left, Ghost Face was draped in a large black trench coat, with hair cascading down like a waterfall. His face covered by an increasingly ferocious and terrifying ghost mask, his pupils deep and dark.

His voice, filled with magnetism, rang out.

"Last night, I encountered Bai Xiao."

"Oh!?"

Si Yu’s eyebrows arched.

"Perhaps, this time, the biggest obstacle and rival for the championship of the Eastern Dark World fighting competition is not Liu Xinzong, but Bai Xiao!"

Ghost Face spoke these words with an inexplicable tone.

Si Yu’s gaze sharpened, looking at Bai Xiao who was heading towards the audience seats with a hint of disbelief in her voice.

"He’s stronger than Liu Xinzong!?"

...

A few more minutes passed, and the entire Martial Arts Arena was filled with nearly a thousand people.

All the contestants and spectators had arrived, their eyes filled with anticipation as they looked toward the newly renovated massive central stage. The next second, the host stepped onto the platform.

In the seats, a tall man about 1.85 meters, with a strong and sturdy build, his muscular arms exposed under the tank top gleaming with the fragmented golden light of the sun. His facial features were deep and bright, his cheeks rugged and commanding, his short hair on top as stiff as steel needles standing upright. There was a wolf-like sharpness in his luminescent blue eyes.

An excited smile squeezed out upon his rugged face.

"It’s precisely because he’s strong enough that I’m even more thrilled!"

"Don’t you understand my character yet? Chen Xiu!"

In another corner, somewhat secluded.

Si Yu, with her hair tied in a ponytail, glanced over at Ghost Face.

"What’s with you today?"

"Your emotional fluctuations seem a bit unusual."

To the left, Ghost Face was draped in a large black trench coat, with hair cascading down like a waterfall. His face covered by an increasingly ferocious and terrifying ghost mask, his pupils deep and dark.

His voice, filled with magnetism, rang out.

"Last night, I encountered Bai Xiao."

"Oh!?"

Si Yu’s eyebrows arched.

"Perhaps, this time, the biggest obstacle and rival for the championship of the Eastern Dark World fighting competition is not Liu Xinzong, but Bai Xiao!"

Ghost Face spoke these words with an inexplicable tone.

Si Yu’s gaze sharpened, looking at Bai Xiao who was heading towards the audience seats with a hint of disbelief in her voice.

"He’s stronger than Liu Xinzong!?"

...

A few more minutes passed, and the entire Martial Arts Arena was filled with nearly a thousand people.

All the contestants and spectators had arrived, their eyes filled with anticipation as they looked toward the newly renovated massive central stage. The next second, the host stepped onto the platform.