Holy Fist
Chapter 549 - 275 Decisive Battle! Bai Xiao vs Ghost Mask!_2

Chapter 549: 275 Decisive Battle! Bai Xiao vs Ghost Mask!_2

"Zing!"

The whip and the double blades collided heavily, blasting a surge of air.

One could clearly see a spurt of golden-red sparks explode in midair.

"Two moves."

In a trance, behind Xia Houping, another calm voice sounded.

He suddenly turned and lunged forward in a step, causing the whole giant arena to shake thunderously. Xia Houping threw a punch, as fast as lightning, his shoulder muscles rippling.

"Thunder Seal!"

"Crackle and bang!!!"

Blue lightning burst forth, and the smell of ionized air followed. A blue, semi-transparent Fist Seal, half the size of a man, shot out at high speed.

"Boom!!!"

The ground exploded, fissures spreading widely.

In the mist caused by the move, a rapidly tumbling black cloud swooped in. With it came a towering black wave, dozens of stories high, pressing down like an eclipsing tide and giving an overwhelming sense of suffocation, leaving no escape, no retreat.

"Bang!"

Xia Houping was sent flying at an angle, the blue lightning around him shattered.

"Three moves."

The voice remained plain, yet it was rapidly catching up.

"Thunderstorm!"

Xia Houping felt a severe threat, forcing him to go all out. Midair, he flipped and pressed down, his boxing moves brutally mighty, and in an instant he threw dozens to hundreds of punches forward.

The glow of lightning layered upon itself, compressed and burst forth, roaring explosively. In a short span, it really seemed as if a thunderstorm had suddenly descended.

Crackle and bang, crackle and bang!

Blue electrical arcs spread across the ground like the roots of a tree, the rubber and air emitting a pungent smell. Within this prison of lightning, even a mere touch to a single bolt would result in a fierce surge of energy exploding within.

Within the Seven Stars, few would dare confront Xia Houping’s move!

However, the dangerous figure ahead charged straight into it. But the moment it made contact with the lightning area, a mysterious huge void appeared, carving out a path for Ghost Mask.

Xia Houping’s pupils suddenly constricted, he saw it clearly.

The stretched open arcs of blue electricity outlined a massive figure like a small mountain, grand and towering, its body invisible yet terrifying. It seemed to be wrapped with countless barbed chains, with a large axe held in its hands.

"Boom!"

The axe was raised, and then chopped down!

In an instant, a colossal semi-transparent axe shadow howled as it split the entire lightning area, just as a rock splitting through waves.

"Bang!!!"

Xia Houping was hit by the attack, a grotesque wound appearing on his chest, flesh flying and blood dripping down.

He grunted, staggering backward.

"Four moves."

Ghost Mask lightly landed, his black boots stepped forward, and he paced onward. Behind him, the arena thundered as if something huge was following.

"Hissing..."

As a terrifying demonic aura spread, the executioner’s true form was revealed. It was a fearsome giant in bronze, two stories tall with a body full of mottled bloodstains, its head replaced with a blurred cavity of flesh.

Screams like those from hell seemed to come from within.

"Aaaaah..."

Directly ahead, Xia Houping was horrified. He had never anticipated that Ghost Mask had become so potent without his knowledge! Originally, Ghost Mask was indeed strong among the Seven Stars, but never to this overwhelming extent.

Had his strength surged dramatically recently?!

"Extreme Realm!"

Xia Houping had no choice but to enter his strongest state.

"Thunder Zen Sound!"

He clasped his hands together, terrifying blue and white lightning bursting out from all over his body, crawling like numerous small snakes. His eyes blazed with fierce blue light, and his aura climbed explosively like an erupting volcano.

Xia Houping spread his arms wide, and around him a semi-transparent bell made of blue lightning appeared, exuding ancient dignity and condensed explosive power. The ground bore circular scorched marks from the lightning and heat, with noxious gases wafting upward.

"Shura Transformation."

At some unnoticed moment, a figure emerged from the darkness and arrived in front of Xia Houping in the blink of an eye. Ghost Mask, wearing leather gloves, slowly reached out with his right hand, making a grasping motion in the air. The air rippled, and a strong frequency of void energy descended. A mysterious scythe enveloped in black qi suddenly appeared.

He held it single-handedly, raised diagonally.

Notably, Ghost Mask didn’t grasp the scythe’s handle tightly; it was as though he held nothing but air. Even so, his black gloves began to crumble, and his slender palm showed dense specks of blood. If held too long, it might disintegrate into bone.

But, wielding the Shura Scythe doesn’t require that long.

A single strike is enough!

"Zing!"

Ghost Mask swung the scythe!

"Crack!"

The arena’s ground bore a black slash mark dividing half the area.

"Clang!"

The bell of lightning surrounding Xia Houping vibrated violently, emitting a terrifying bellow. Streaks of lightning surged, becoming unbearably intense in the blink of an eye.

"Crack!"

The bell shattered, the Extreme Realm exploded.

A robust figure was sent flying out of the arena, his body gushing streaks of blood, before crashing down hard about forty or fifty meters from the arena.

Lei Chanliu, Xia Houping, defeated!

At the edge of the arena, a figure in a black trench coat stood quietly, retracting his gaze. The scythe in his hand disappeared, and he turned slowly, heading down from the stage.