Holy Fist
Chapter 659 - 327 takes turns to fight, undefeated by oneself (6k)

Chapter 659: 327 takes turns to fight, undefeated by oneself (6k)

Beside him, Canghai took the initiative to step forward.

"Then let me be the temporary referee."

"Thank you."

Gu Qing cupped his fists again, expressing his gratitude.

Under the gaze of the crowd, the two figures stood on the flat ground under the moonlight. Curious glances shot over, including from the two who had just finished their own match. Clearly, Gu Qing and Bai Xiao attracted more attention.

"I know about Gu Qing, the one who placed fourth in the Southern Dark World Fighting Competition. His sword intent is astonishing, and his fist intent pure! He practices the extremely rare Finger Sword Secret Martial, interpreting swordsmanship through fist and finger techniques. It’s incredibly sharp. In fact, Gu Qing almost defeated Qin Su to become third..."

"Did Gu Qing just say that Fierce Fist Bai Xiao is also skilled in fist intent? I didn’t see that. On the national competition stage, it seemed like he never used fist intent."

"If what Gu Qing says is true, then Bai Xiao is truly monstrous. Is there anything he doesn’t excel at? Not only does he possess a top-notch qinggong, his horizontal training has made him invincible among the younger generation, and now he even masters fist intent? What doesn’t he know? Tsk tsk, that’s frightening..." commented someone in the audience, shaking their head.

In the crowd, a white-clad figure watched with a thoughtful expression.

Liu Xinzong knew the inside story. He had personally seen Bai Xiao pass the Fist Intent Stele at the Immortal Crane Martial Arts Hall, leaping from entry-level fist intent directly to high-level fist intent. His comprehension was astonishing, mastering anything he learned, a perfect martial artist template.

"Bai Xiao is evolving, continually evolving..."

"Ever since the Eastern Dark World Fighting Competition ended, he’s been transforming at a speed visible to the naked eye. Now, I can no longer see through him. The feeling he gives me is just like Candle Sect, mysterious and powerful..."

While everyone was lost in thought, the two on the battlefield confronted each other from a distance.

Gu Qing fixed his gaze on Bai Xiao, the wind howling, his black combat outfit clinging to his robust body, displaying a form as agile as a leopard. His back was straight, his spine like a sword, exuding a sharp aura.

"Ding ding ding ding..."

His messy hair danced around, the tips carrying a translucent silver shimmer, like countless needle-pointed swords clashing and resonating.

"Whoosh!"

In a trance, an aura akin to Sword Qi rapidly gathered in Gu Qing’s hands, cold and pure as one. The overwhelming sharpness instantly appeared, causing dense cracks to spiderweb across the ground around him.

It was as though an invisible force had sliced through at high speed.

"Fist Intent, Mystic Sword!"

On the other side, in the shadows of a building about fifty meters away.

Half of Bai Xiao’s body was bathed in moonlight, expressionless, his eyes piercingly cold. Behind him, in the deep darkness, the vague presence of a colossal figure loomed, moving back and forth. The wind roared, like an invisible beast with fangs, hungrily eyeing its prey.

The sudectbrute menace emanating from him was terrifying.

It was like a cold-blooded gigantic killer crocodile hidden in murky waters and mud, fangs bared, waiting to death roll its prey.

In an instant, their auras clashed, stirring a fierce gale.

The ground split – one side slashed like knife and sword, the other side riddled with beastly bite marks. Both displayed fist intents that were extraordinary.

"Begin!"

From the side, the silent Canghai suddenly spoke.

Immediately, the figure in black combat outfit shot forward like an arrow released from a bowstring. His entire aura condensed into an ancient sword striking horizontally!

"Roar!"

A domineering beast’s roar exploded across the battlefield.

"Clang!!!"

At the spot where Bai Xiao stood, he extended one hand, forming a claw-like grasping gesture. His palm veins bulged, muscles writhing. In his palm, the incoming hand blade of Gu Qing, sharp as a sword intent, slammed fiercely against his skin. The condensed invisible aura at his fingertips became a sharp sword intent.

Aiming to pierce through and slice the flesh forward.

But.

A gigantic, vicious beast’s teeth came down, biting cruelly on the green sword tip. As the two forces ground against each other, the incredible tension created sparks of gold and red flying. The collision of wills in that moment was terrifying.

At this moment, if an ordinary late-period martial artist stood within three meters of the two, they would likely be engulfed by the shattering residual waves of fist intent, suffering severe injuries, their body bearing the traces of blade and fang damage. The visible area around them twisted rapidly and shattered.

Both Bai Xiao and Gu Qing’s figures blurred.

"Clang clang clang!!!"

Their arms clashed once more, each impact blasting out sparks of gold and red. From a distance, one could faintly see illusionary great swords, imbued with extreme sharpness, descending. But all were forcibly blocked by the fangs of a monstrous beast. The aura of ferocity and bloodthirst was undeniable!

"It turns out Bai Xiao truly is a fist intent expert. Even against Gu Qing, he’s holding his own. They seem evenly matched."

"Such ferocious and dominant fist intent, full of aggression!"

"In this national Dark World fighting competition, there were originally only two fist intent experts. Liu Xinzong with his Sky Crane Intent and Gu Qing with his Mystic Sword Intent. Now, there should be three. Bai Xiao’s fierce beast-like fist intent certainly fits his combat style. He must have felt it wasn’t worth using in previous competitions. By the way, have you noticed something..."