Holy Fist
Chapter 548 - 275 Decisive Battle! Bai Xiao vs Ghost Mask!

Chapter 548: 275 Decisive Battle! Bai Xiao vs Ghost Mask!

"After you die, I will take good care of the Fear Secret Technique you cultivated!" Under the mask, the corner of Ghost Mask’s mouth curved into a slight arc...

Through several probes and confrontations.

He had thoroughly ascertained that Bai Xiao possessed a very powerful Fear Secret Technique of a high caliber, at least first-rank. Otherwise, it would not have been possible to repeatedly break through his own aura of fear without any impact on his spirit.

It seems, if he could devour Bai Xiao’s Fear Secret Technique, his own Secret Technique would evolve once again! It was unimaginable. Already mastering a first-rank Fear Secret Technique, Ghost Mask could potentially evolve his cultivation techniques twice in a short period, and then make a breakthrough to the Sect Leader Realm, skyrocketing into unstoppable success!

Moreover, with the Mother of Masks certainly in his grasp.

It appears, once he established the Netherworld Martial Arts Hall, he would immediately become a significant force, solidify his position with astonishing speed, and rise to a Museum Master Level.

At that time.

Ghost Mask would no longer be just one of the youthful Eastern Seven Stars, but rather an emerging force on the rise, the master of the Netherworld Martial Arts Hall, capable of sitting on equal footing with the major sects! This had been his goal for years.

Thinking this, even Ghost Mask felt a surge of excitement.

He took several deep breaths, gradually calming his emotions, and reverted to his cold and deep gaze. He first glanced at where Lei Chanliu and Xia Houping were, then glanced again at Bai Xiao, and snorted coldly in his heart.

"I’ll deal with Xia Houping first..."

"Then I’ll kill you!"

Time flew by, and an hour quickly passed.

The giant stage in the center of the Martial Arts Arena was restored, basically no different from the beginning. The yellow rubber surface, the white and red paint outlining high-tension calligraphy, the sharp strokes at the edge.

"Fight!"

Five minutes later, the spectators had all returned.

A familiar announcer slowly walked onto the stage and straightforwardly began to announce: "The sixth round of the combat competition, the second match, officially begins!"

He did not say the names of the competitors.

But everyone present knew, two names emerged in their minds.

Evil Ghost Face!

Lei Chanliu and Xia Houping!

Ghost Mask’s techniques were mysteriously extraordinary, and Xia Houping’s punches and kicks were fierce and explosive.

When the two exchanged blows, what kind of situation would it be?

The audience held their breath, with eyes wide open in anticipation. Among them, in the Fierce Bird Sect headquarters, a figure radiating an unwelcoming aura also cast its gaze.

On the stage.

On the left, a strong, tall man stood quietly, his muscular arms hanging by his sides, muscular contours bulging prominently, sparkling with the sunlight’s broken golden light.

Blue jeans, black sleeveless tank top.

Xia Houping looked simple yet robust.

On the right, the usual black trench coat, with shoulders held high, making the upper body look extraordinarily strong. Beneath the coat was armor-like metallic inner wear, showing a matte luster. Black boots, a ferocious Ghost Mask.

Black hair like a waterfall, carrying a chilling and eerie aura.

The two stood far apart, quietly confronting each other.

"It’s been a while, Ghost Mask."

"Didn’t expect our next meeting to be on the semi-final stage of the fighting competition."

Xia Houping’s voice boomed, and from within his body burst out a powerful stance like explosive thunder, the surrounding air shimmering, and it seemed almost like a lightning thunder effect. A fiery breath surrounded his nostrils and mouth.

Directly opposite, Ghost Mask was expressionless, without engaging in conversation.

His dark, deep gaze quietly sized up Xia Houping.

"Five moves."

"What do you mean?"

Xia Houping’s complexion changed, his aura quickly turning gloomy.

Right at that moment.

The black-clad referee beside the stage loudly announced to the crowd.

"The match begins!"

The next second.

Xia Houping suddenly burst forth, stomping the ground heavily, charging out like an arrow released from a bowstring. The dismissive attitude of Ghost Mask had completely enraged him, boiling the blood within him furiously.

"I’ll crush you!"

Sounds crisply echoed around Xia Houping, his arms swelling violently, blue-white thunder flashing on his brawny, veiny arms. A punch thundered through the air, resounding like a muffled thunder.

"Boom!"

"Bang!"

A large hand wearing a black glove blocked this punch at the critical moment in front of him. The two struggled, dark aura and lightning suddenly exploding, a visible shockwave rippling outwards, layer by layer.

"One move."

From beneath the ferocious Ghost Mask, a magnetic voice sounded.

Ghost Mask’s body suddenly expanded like a wildly enlarging sphere of ionized particles. His wide trench coat flapped loudly, a colossal momentum surged out like a tsunami, transforming into a forward thrusting palm!

Xia Houping’s pupils contracted.

"Bang!"

A myriad of Evil Ghosts shrieked out as if erupted in unison.

A strong figure staggered backwards, shoes hammering the ground, creating downward-depressed footprints. Xia Houping’s upper body tank top tore apart, tattered, revealing his rugged body underneath.

"Swoosh!"

Just as he stabilized, suddenly another black figure, like a spectral ghost, emerged out of thin air, raising his right hand. In a blur, it appeared as if a double-bladed Rashamon ghost was viciously swinging down.

"Thunder Fist!"

"Thunder Whip!"

Xia Houping’s eyes were solemn, using his fist technique to cope. His entire body resonated with his breathing and chest, thundering like thunder. At the same time, his right arm swung out like a lightning whip crashing down.