Holy Fist
Chapter 552: Battle of the Two Titans_2

Chapter 552: Battle of the Two Titans_2

"Ghost Howl!"

"Boom!"

He threw a punch, and around him, spiral-shaped black qi burst forth in midair.

Suddenly, a dense and mournful wailing sound emanated from within, as if thousands of Evil Ghosts were crying out in unison, the terrifying mental fluctuations transforming into a shockwave.

"Clang!"

In midair, a swelling, thick arm suddenly reached out, the vein-covered hand taking on a fierce shape and in the moment of swinging, it suddenly tore through the air. Amidst the screeching noise, it forcefully intercepted Ghost Mask’s fist.

The airflow exploded, and the visible shockwave rippled out.

The horrific temperature of the palm’s magnetic field forcefully suppressed and obliterated all the wailing of the ghosts, bringing all sounds to an abrupt halt.

Ghost Mask’s pupils contracted, realizing instantly that those tactics which used to disturb the enemy’s mind were of little use against Bai Xiao. He was not Mountain King Chen Xiu, and the mental impacts in Ghost Mask’s punches and kicks simply had no effect on him.

"Then..."

"Secret technique! Rashamon!"

Ghost Mask’s pupils trembled violently, and at the center of his pupils, a rich blood dot suddenly bloomed, opening up like petals. His whole person seemed to be enveloped by the phantom of a Rashamon Evil Ghost, instantly entering combat mode, possessing terrifying instincts for slaughter, and brutal to the extreme. His hands began to transform.

The black gloves were torn apart, and fierce claws fiercely pierced through.

"Thump!"

With a step forward, the ground suddenly shattered.

The terrifying figure instantly appeared in front of Bai Xiao, narrowly avoiding Bai Xiao’s swinging downward punch in the nick of time. The figure’s center of gravity sank in preparation, and then it struck like an arrow released from a bowstring, its claw tearing straight through the air.

The target was directly Bai Xiao’s throat.

"Clang!"

A fist as large as a steel-cast grinding disc came crashing in from the side. Terrifying strength erupted, fiercely repelling the claw with sparks flying.

Bai Xiao didn’t hesitate to rush forward, pressing through the air with his huge body. His muscles began to deform, swelling up several sizes in a short time, with tree-branch-like veins prominently surfacing on both arms.

"Boom!"

Both fists were lifted and then smashed down fiercely!

The ground vibrated with a thud, the fists drove a white stream of air, and exploded into a deep pit.

But, in the pit, there was only the residue of a torn trench coat.

Ghost Mask had vanished, leaving behind only rolling dust clouds.

Bai Xiao raised his iron fist, but suddenly felt a threatening force rapidly approaching from behind. He turned around rapidly, and his fist swung out like an iron whip, extremely ferocious as if it had burst the air, making a loud bang. Thump! A figure in black was directly sent flying!

The sleeves of Ghost Mask’s coat burst open, revealing his muscular and robust arms.

"His senses are too sharp!"

"There’s no possibility of a sneak attack when facing him as an enemy!"

The black-clad figure flew backward as if riding on clouds, turned in midair, and was about to land steadily back on the ground. However, the arena shook violently, as if trampled by a tank, a massive figure in front rushed forward like a meteor chasing the moon. Bai Xiao’s face was like wrought iron, his steps stomped fiercely on the ground.

"Thud!"

He stepped into the void, spun around, and his whole arm slashed diagonally out like a raging broadsword, howling as it chopped towards Ghost Mask.

"Secret technique! Ghost Shadow!"

The pupils of Ghost Mask narrowed, unhesitatingly using a second secret technique.

His form seemed to overlap with a black shadow, both raising their arms simultaneously in midair, blocking Bai Xiao’s devastating horizontal slash. At first glance, it appeared as if Ghost Mask had four arms, all stretching towards the sky.

"Thump!!!"

A ring-shaped airflow exploded, creating an air bubble at the point of collision.

Ghost Mask grunted and hurriedly accelerated, flying out like a cannonball diagonally into the sky. Midair, a ghostly shadow detached from his body, bursting and shattering on the spot. Only then did Ghost Mask land, his footsteps thudding rapidly in retreat five or six times, leaving a series of deep and connected imprints.

"This strength..."

"In the Eastern Dark World fighting championship, unbeatable by anyone!"

"Not even those close to him are a match!"

His expression was slightly shocked, the fingertips of his bruised black-and-red arm trembling. Just now, he had used the Ghost Shadow secret technique to perfectly deflect half of Bai Xiao’s strike. Even so, Ghost Mask’s hands still felt numb and painful, showing faint signs of bone fractures. And the ghost shadow had exploded on the spot.

It’s worth noting that his Ghost Shadow secret technique wasn’t a one-time use but could persist for a duration, blocking multiple attacks. Ghost Mask had once tested it against Seven-star Level opponents; the ghost shadow could at least block three to five consecutive strikes, deflecting half the strength. However, facing a single blow from Bai Xiao...

His heart grew more wary, his pupils deep and luminous.

"Huh!"

"Bang!"

Ghost Mask executed a lateral sprint, drifting diagonally out for over a dozen meters. On the spot, a massive shadow descended, blasting a five-meter-wide crater onto the stage. Rocks exploded, dust scattering like flowers scattered by celestial maidens.

A white-gold figure burst forth from within, as fast as lightning.

"Hmph, thinking of fleeing!?"

Bai Xiao threw a punch, tearing the air apart in an instant, leaving behind a winding white mark several meters long – the trace of airflow being squeezed at extreme speed.

"Secret technique, Demon Arm!"

As Ghost Mask rapidly retreated, his arms suddenly swelled, quickly becoming four to five times their original size, looking like a grotesquely muscle-swollen monster. Thick veins pulsed like wriggling small snakes.

The arms, emitting a grim dark aura, swung out. They were like two terrifying large spears, stirring heavily and causing the air on half the stage to surge wildly.

"Bang!"

The clash of fist to palm resounded with bursts of roaring.

Their formidable presence, like thunder striking the ground, was frightening beyond measure.

"Boom boom boom boom boom..."

The two began to bombard each other relentlessly, their four arms not like flesh and blood but rather hard and invincible weapons, tracing horrific trajectories in the air with their collisions. The two figures swiftly moved and evaded, suddenly unleashing astonishing combat skills. One, possessed by Rashamon, had incredible combat instincts.

The other, like a combat expert, was proficient with every punch and kick, his moves reaching a level of seamless integration, each punch and kick carrying enormous power.

Due to their extreme speed, the brief remnants of their clash lingered on the retina, dazzling the sight. At first glance, it looked as if dozens of collision scenes appeared on the stage at once, with hundreds of punches and kicks exploding together. The surrounding air was stirred into a terrifying thunderous roar.

The stage was shrouded in mist and smoke, with pits being blown open one after another, alloy pillars and wire meshes mostly torn apart, flying off like cannonballs. Everywhere was filled with a rumbling like tanks rolling over, with stone fragments flying about.

"Back off!"

Bai Xiao charged forward, his mighty body directly carving a straight cavity on the stage. It was only after he had entirely passed that the violent airflow squeezed open from behind suddenly gushed in, whipping up a fierce wind around.

The white-gold figure appeared in front of the black shadow, delivering three fierce punches in quick succession.

"Bang bang bang!"

Ghost Mask was sent flying backward, his feet dragging black marks across the ground.

Due to their extreme speed, the brief remnants of their clash lingered on the retina, dazzling the sight. At first glance, it looked as if dozens of collision scenes appeared on the stage at once, with hundreds of punches and kicks exploding together. The surrounding air was stirred into a terrifying thunderous roar.

The stage was shrouded in mist and smoke, with pits being blown open one after another, alloy pillars and wire meshes mostly torn apart, flying off like cannonballs. Everywhere was filled with a rumbling like tanks rolling over, with stone fragments flying about.

"Back off!"

Bai Xiao charged forward, his mighty body directly carving a straight cavity on the stage. It was only after he had entirely passed that the violent airflow squeezed open from behind suddenly gushed in, whipping up a fierce wind around.

The white-gold figure appeared in front of the black shadow, delivering three fierce punches in quick succession.

"Bang bang bang!"

Ghost Mask was sent flying backward, his feet dragging black marks across the ground.