Holy Fist
Chapter 664 - 328 I respect and admire Lord Bai Xiao! (6.4k)_2

Chapter 664: 328 I respect and admire Lord Bai Xiao! (6.4k)_2

"Extreme Bird... Burning Sky..."

"Thud."

He fainted immediately, his head hitting the hard ground.

Two meters ahead.

Bai Xiao glanced at Yu Ming’s miserable state, then slowly turned around.

His calm voice disappeared with the wind.

"That was truly a thrilling fight."

"Perhaps until tomorrow, I won’t forget you."

...

The sparring ended, the battle concluded.

All the spectators present felt a deep sense of dread towards Bai Xiao. Only now they truly understood the caliber of the nation’s top four!

"Yu Ming of the Hundred-Split Fist is no match for Bai Xiao. It seems the gap between the contestants is indeed enormous. Yu Ming could easily suppress the other top eight contenders! But he was just thoroughly dominated by Bai Xiao..."

"The name Fierce Fist is well-deserved!"

"That move just now was indeed extremely fierce."

"Why do I have a feeling that if Bai Xiao had fully unleashed that move, covering all directions, we spectators would have ended up dead or injured, sharing Yu Ming’s fate..."

The banquet guests whispered among friends, full of amazement.

However, amidst the crowd, three people had solemn expressions.

"It’s a pity that the move was only initiated but not fully unleashed. If only Yu Ming had held out a bit longer, it would have been better. Alas..." As a judge, Evil Flame Canghai looked Bai Xiao up and down with a strange gaze, feeling a slight sense of lament.

This year’s national Dark World Fighting Competition had too many strong contenders!

Even though Canghai had won in the southern Secret Martial World with an unprecedentedly overwhelming stance, now facing the other three national top contenders, the pressure was immense. He had a vague feeling that winning against any of them would be difficult.

Each one was a tough opponent, each with formidable means.

At the edge, near the back door exit.

A tall, robed figure silently watching the entire match had a face that showed no change, but his eyes rapidly shifted between solemn and sinister. It was as if something was trying to break out of the shell.

"What a powerful move!"

"Extremely fierce, extremely domineering! Extremely demonic!"

"Hahaha, if it were me, I could use it even better!"

"Let me out, I want to..."

A wild and demonic murmur within him was abruptly interrupted by a stern shout.

"Shut up!"

Farther away, on the outskirts of the venue, near the motorway.

A lone, mysterious figure stood under the moonlight.

The whole person was like a silent statue, motionless throughout the fight. Only the head turned, as if a pair of eyes had watched the entire match.

"That move."

"Even Candle Dragon’s eye couldn’t diminish it?"

"Indeed, extraordinary."

...

Ten minutes later, the sparring ended.

Originally, some guests wanted to try their hand, considering it an entertainment of the banquet. But Bai Xiao’s recent commotion was too overwhelming, with his move instantly defeating Yu Ming of the Hundred-Split Fist being too shocking. So, anyone willing to spar found it meaningless, preferring to enter the hotel and eat.

Most of the guests returned the way they came.

Only a few people stayed behind to tidy up the messy venue.

At ten-thirty in the evening, inside the spacious hall.

Bai Xiao sat on one of the soft, black-and-white striped sofas.

He slowly put down the empty glass he had drunk.

His gaze quietly fixed in front, with black information quickly flashing.

[Your profession "Secret Martial Arts Expert", Experience +160!]

His gaze shifted downward.

[Profession: Secret Martial Arts Expert LV.3 (2585/3000)]

The harvest was good, almost comparable to raising a Secret Martial to half of its experience. He was only about 400 away from leveling up the profession.

Of course, this trip’s main harvest was not limited to that.

What Bai Xiao valued more was Yu Ming’s promise to lend the Assassination Fist, provided he didn’t go back on his word. Given the many witnesses, Yu Ming was likely not going to renege. Lending was lending; it wasn’t a gift to Bai Xiao. Only Bai Xiao could view it and unable to teach others.

"Ten Thousand Qi Evaporation has hit a bottleneck, it needs completion to progress further on the foundation of the Third Layer... to deduce the Fourth Layer!"

During the collision with Yu Ming’s Assassination Fist, Bai Xiao’s Shocking Wisdom faintly had a premonition of triggering. The Hundred-Split Fist was very useful for his Ten Thousand Qi Evaporation Assassination Fist. It might act as a whetstone from other mountains that can polish jade. Bai Xiao felt he must try it and see the effect.

Hengguang Hotel, ancient-style hall.

As time passed, it quickly reached eleven at night.

The two-hour genius banquet finally ended.

Attendees also exchanged contacts, made friends, and watched three magnificent sparrings along the way, making the trip worthwhile.

At eleven o’clock and five minutes.

Outside Hengguang Hotel, in the shadows of the parking lot.

In the passenger seat of a black sedan.

Bai Xiao sat rigidly like a statue, motionless.

"Tap tap tap..."

On the right side, heavy footsteps approached.

With a click, the driver’s door opened.

Ghost Mask, in a black coat, came up and spoke.

"Sir, Si Yu hasn’t left yet for some reason."

"Should we keep waiting?"

Bai Xiao slowly raised his head, his eyes flickering.

"No waiting, let’s go directly."

"He might have sensed something."