Holy Fist
Chapter 543 - 272 Battle to the Ultimate Summit_2

Chapter 543: 272 Battle to the Ultimate Summit_2

Before the person arrived, the compressed air struck like a wall!

"Wild Crane Seal!"

Liu Xinzong didn’t hesitate and directly used one of the He Xian Martial Arts Hall’s famous Wind Crane Three Forms. His right hand hung down by his side, fingers closed together as if grasping a spherical object, while streams of condensed airflow rapidly gathered around him, forming visible serpentine trails of white air.

Liu Xinzong grabbed the gale, his right arm swung, and with a booming crash, it smashed forward.

This strike seemed to gather all the air from behind him and hurled it all at Bai Xiao, instantly blasting apart the wall of compressed air.

Immediately after, it ferociously collided with the huge silhouette.

"Bang!!!"

The air trembled, the arena shuddered.

The gale swept past, the airflow obscured the view.

But, the next second, the head-on confrontation between the two already decided the victor.

Two figures, one advancing and the other retreating, suddenly shot out of the cloud of explosive air. Bai Xiao’s massive body bulldozed forward like a heavy-duty road roller, his right fist pressing down on Liu Xinzong’s blocking arms, forcefully pushing him dozens of meters across the ground, nearly sweeping half the arena.

Liu Xinzong’s arm joints creaked, as if unable to withstand the surging power from the front. Behind him, ripples of compressed airflow appeared, shattered by Liu Xinzong’s retreating body.

"Bang!"

On the edge of the arena, an entire protective net and alloy pillar burst on the spot.

Liu Xinzong grunted, flying out of the arena at an angle. He spread his arms, activating Wind Crane Introduction once more, creating wind under his armpits, and his entire body once again spiraled down to land.

From a bird’s-eye view above, one could distinctly see a semi-transparent cavity that had divided half of the arena. Inside the cavity, the airflow forcibly pushed aside by Bai Xiao suddenly reversed and rushed back. The gale spread outward from both sides and instantly swept across the entire arena, clearing away dust and pebbles.

Liu Xinzong landed, his torn white robe fluttering on his shoulders.

His arms showed signs of bruising, throbbing with a dull pain.

He reached out his hand and tore off the fabric, revealing a lean and strong physique. That cheetah-like perfect posture was something many ordinary people could never achieve no matter how much they trained. Yet, in the face of the towering figure ahead, it seemed completely insignificant. Bai Xiao stood like a muscle monster, a silent black and red metallic colossus. Every blue-black blood vessel twisted like steel wires.

The horrifically swollen black and red muscles gave one the feeling of standing before a colossal road roller, heart racing with fear, as futile as trying to stop a vehicle with bare hands.

"You’re indeed stronger than the other Seven Stars I’ve defeated..."

Bai Xiao took a step forward, the ground thundered with each step, and he slowly approached Liu Xinzong, bringing an overwhelming oppressive sensation like a tidal wave.

"But, it’s useless!"

The low voice was decisive and thunderous.

"Next, don’t blame me for hitting too hard."

"After all, there can only be one champion in the Dark World fighting competition!"

"Without a shred of pity, I will crush your dream of winning the championship!"

The next second, a thunderous noise exploded.

"Bang!"

A deep crater, half a meter in diameter, was fiercely stamped into the arena.

The sound, like a muffled thunder, numbed Liu Xinzong’s feet. He gasped for breath, his eyes locked onto Bai Xiao’s figure. The giant silhouette racing towards him suddenly began to expand again, rapidly reaching a height of two and a half meters. A pitch-black ominous python coiled around his shoulders.

"Ba Snake Transformation!"

With one punch, it was like a falling meteor.

Liu Xinzong dodged with lightning speed, and the spot he had been standing on was directly smashed into the arena, with debris splattering in all directions like bullets.

His swiftly flickering figure was also hit by the fragments on his back, causing a sharp pain. It was unthinkable what the terrifying consequences would be if Bai Xiao’s direct punch hit. Liu Xinzong’s Martial Arts were not known for their defense.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Consecutive punches thundered through, Bai Xiao was like a walking humanoid rocket launcher. Each hit exploded like dynamite, blasting deep pits into the hard arena surface. The astonishing power shocked the entire audience.

"Liu Xinzong, being suppressed!?"

"Bai Xiao is too fierce!"

"Fierce Fist is too brutal!"

In the spectators’ seats, many people were dumbstruck, murmuring to themselves incessantly.

On the stage, Bai Xiao’s fifth punch thundered out.

Liu Xinzong’s ghostly movement technique finally lagged a step, and his entire shoulder was grazed by the shadow of the punch. Instantly, there was a muffled sound, and a ring-shaped airflow exploded mid-air. His whole body was thrown diagonally, spiraling as if riding the clouds. Blood poured out, forming a mist of red spraying forth.

"Bang!"

Bai Xiao pursued his advantage with another punch.

However, this time, he was rapidly rebounded. His massive body landed heavily, his footsteps repeatedly tapping the ground more than a dozen times before he stopped.

In the deep pit created by the terrifying force ahead,

Liu Xinzong’s hands swept out horizontally, gently pushing forward, leaving two white streaks in the air where his fingertips passed. His entire figure lightly drifted backward, his feet remarkably hovering in the air, reappearing on the stage.

"Finally, you’re forced to use it, huh?"

Bai Xiao took up his fighting stance, sinking his weight, a hint of excitement in his eyes.

In the entire Martial Arts Arena, many spectators familiar with the Eastern Seven Stars burst into a uniform gasp. That move by Liu Xinzong was unmistakably the starting posture for the Extreme Realm; he was prepared to fight to the death!

"Whoosh!"

A sudden gust swept through, transforming the colossal Martial Arts Arena.

At the center of the stage.

A slender figure, hands forming Fist Seals, one finger swiftly touching between his brows, another slowly pressing at the center of his heart. Almost instantly, a massive airflow spiral was born over Liu Xinzong’s chest.

It was like a greedy black hole, sucking in and devouring the surrounding air.

Inside his heart, as it continued to compress, a palm-sized blue vortex formed, resembling a crystal-clear gem’s core.

"Extreme Realm..."

"Gale!"

Liu Xinzong’s body was enveloped by a dream-like blue aura, his pitch-black hair also transforming into roaring wind, faintly radiating blue lights. His fingers suddenly jabbed forward, and two tornadoes roared out.

Liu Xinzong’s ghostly movement technique finally lagged a step, and his entire shoulder was grazed by the shadow of the punch. Instantly, there was a muffled sound, and a ring-shaped airflow exploded mid-air. His whole body was thrown diagonally, spiraling as if riding the clouds. Blood poured out, forming a mist of red spraying forth.

"Bang!"

Bai Xiao pursued his advantage with another punch.

However, this time, he was rapidly rebounded. His massive body landed heavily, his footsteps repeatedly tapping the ground more than a dozen times before he stopped.

In the deep pit created by the terrifying force ahead,

Liu Xinzong’s hands swept out horizontally, gently pushing forward, leaving two white streaks in the air where his fingertips passed. His entire figure lightly drifted backward, his feet remarkably hovering in the air, reappearing on the stage.

"Finally, you’re forced to use it, huh?"

Bai Xiao took up his fighting stance, sinking his weight, a hint of excitement in his eyes.

In the entire Martial Arts Arena, many spectators familiar with the Eastern Seven Stars burst into a uniform gasp. That move by Liu Xinzong was unmistakably the starting posture for the Extreme Realm; he was prepared to fight to the death!

"Whoosh!"

A sudden gust swept through, transforming the colossal Martial Arts Arena.

At the center of the stage.

A slender figure, hands forming Fist Seals, one finger swiftly touching between his brows, another slowly pressing at the center of his heart. Almost instantly, a massive airflow spiral was born over Liu Xinzong’s chest.

It was like a greedy black hole, sucking in and devouring the surrounding air.

Inside his heart, as it continued to compress, a palm-sized blue vortex formed, resembling a crystal-clear gem’s core.

"Extreme Realm..."

"Gale!"

Liu Xinzong’s body was enveloped by a dream-like blue aura, his pitch-black hair also transforming into roaring wind, faintly radiating blue lights. His fingers suddenly jabbed forward, and two tornadoes roared out.