Holy Fist
Chapter 553 - 277 Asura’s Wrath, Dragon Elephant’s Might

Chapter 553: 277 Asura’s Wrath, Dragon Elephant’s Might

"Huh!"

Ghost Mask was shrouded in black aura, his murderous intent bursting forth like a blazing torch in the night, vivid and bright. In a trance, a black tidal wave, impossible to escape or dodge, swept over like a tsunami, obscuring the sky and pummeling repeatedly with a terrifying menacing aura.

Behind him, amidst the haze, a gigantic dark shadow loomed, extraordinarily tall, as huge as a two-story building.

The black aura emanating from his body permeated the air and the ground.

The oppressive force was overwhelmingly intense!

"Roar!!!"

The executioner took a step on the ground, causing half the arena to tremble.

It transformed into a massive terrifying shadow, swiftly enveloping forward, with almost suffocating black air, punching towards the charging Bai Xiao!

"Bang!!!"

The collision between the bronze giant fist and the dark blue fist stirred up a wild wind.

"Thud, thud, thud..."

In the center of the arena, a ring of visible sound waves quickly swept across in ripples, causing the ground to crack inch by inch, with powdered yellow rubber bursting forth.

"Thump, thump, thump!"

Amidst the shaking force.

A tall white-gold figure suddenly took three steps backward.

"Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump..."

Simultaneously, the larger, more oppressive executioner was forced to retreat ten steps backward. Each step was incredibly wide, spanning three to four meters, almost tumbling off the arena.

"Thump!"

Its massive foot stomped heavily on the ground, creating a deep pit.

The executioner finally stopped.

Up ahead, the fierce wind and wave ripples surged, briefly sweeping over its body, revealing muscles grotesquely exaggerated to the point of abnormal bulges, like tumorous growths. On its bronze skin, tight black spiky chains with a fierce color wrapped around. Dense scars and bloodstains seemed to narrate its past slaughters and battle achievements.

The head was a bloody hollow, from within which screams and roars of Hell echoed.

However, at this moment.

Despite such a fearsome entity, its right fist was slightly drooping.

Behind it, Ghost Mask could see that on the executioner’s fist, which was as large as a small car, there was a deep black Fist Mark burning with scorching white vapor.

"..."

Ghost Mask remained silent, his face wearing the ghastly Netherworld Mask that shimmered and shifted continuously. It should be noted that today’s summoned executioner was different from the past – it had evolved a notch higher in the Shura Record. It was evident, as the executioner’s entire body had swelled significantly, fewer chains binding it, and the demonic aura of fear was much more intense.

Even the screams from Hell issuing from the blood hollow were stronger.

Yet, even such an evolved executioner, in the instant it faced Bai Xiao, was still brutally suppressed. Had it been the pre-evolved executioner, it might have been subdued in just a few rounds!

"Impressive..."

"No wonder Liu Xinzong was defeated by his hands."

"Without experiencing it firsthand, it’s hard to comprehend how strong this person really is!"

Ghost Mask’s pupils contracted, his solemnity and wariness reaching a peak. Before the battle, he had intended to use his nine secret techniques to force out Bai Xiao’s true capabilities, and then decode his trump cards using the Shura Record. Unexpectedly, he had only used three secret techniques before he was compelled to summon the executioner to preserve himself, inadvertently exposing his own tactics.

It’s worth noting that in previous sparrings among the Eastern Seven Stars.

Ghost Mask didn’t even need other maneuvers; merely the combination and application of the nine secret techniques were sufficient to deal with the six stars except for Liu Xinzong.

He had always been hiding, never revealing his true strength.

But this time, facing Bai Xiao, even after exposing his real strength, he was still being suppressed. This was something Ghost Mask found hard to accept, his pupils darkening under the mask. He lifted his head, locking his gaze on the approaching powerful figure rushing again like a tank plowing the road.

"Executioner!"

"Blood Axe state!"

Without hesitation, Ghost Mask triggered the executioner’s burst. Instantly, black air surged in front of him, and the huge bronze figure shrank by half, yet still immensely tall, around three to four meters high. The thick chains on its body rattled around its arms, turning into a blood-like crystalline color.

It wielded the Fierce Battle Axe, which also transformed into the translucent Blood Axe.

"Kill!"

Ghost Mask stamped his foot, his entire figure soaring forward, his trailing half black coat fluttering like dark clouds. His Netherworld Mask glowed faintly, seemingly amplifying the ascending power of the executioner.

"Thump, thump, thump!"

"Thump, thump, thump!"

The audience in the spectator seats saw on the arena, two huge figures from left and right rapidly closing in, furiously racing into each other.

"Bang!"

Bai Xiao swung a punch, his fist outline starkly pulling a terrifying firelight in the air, the Flowing Fire Fist Mark fiercely bombing the Blood Axe. The high-speed vibrating collision instantly sparked golden sparks.

"Swoosh!"

The Blood Axe was shaken off, but quickly returned. The fierce axe blade drew a transparent cavity in the air, slicing down the air with a rending chop.

Bai Xiao threw a punch forward, the instant his fist moved, the air was torn apart, emitting a whistle-like piercing sound. His fist heavily smashed onto the axe, causing the blood light to explode like liquid iron sparks. Bai Xiao pulled back after a punch, then followed up with another advancing straight punch, the fist light as swift as lightning!