Holy Fist
Chapter 693 - 335 Decisive Battle! (6k)_3

Chapter 693: 335 Decisive Battle! (6k)_3

"Moreover, sometimes, people tend to single out He Xian Martial Arts Hall and don’t count it as one of the East Nine Gates. He Xian Martial Arts Hall often stands above the East Eight Gates, relying solely on its own will. Even the influence of this single martial arts hall can rival half of the East Eight Gates combined..."

"After all, who can ignore the fact that their martial arts hall houses a Grandmaster?"

"As long as the Grandmaster exists, who dares to disrespect He Xian Martial Arts Hall?"

Yan Qi sighed, then turned the conversation back to himself.

"Alas, my strength is still inadequate; my combat power is only at the level of an old faction leader. If I could progress further, I’d be able to forcefully lead the Fierce Bird Sect into the ranks of second-class factions, or even join the Heavenly Gang Association."

Faction leaders are already high-end combat power in the Secret Martial World and are truly strong. Their realm is divided into four stages, with a considerable span.

Newly Promoted, Veteran, Transformation Realm, Perfection.

In fact, the gap between initial and peak stages within each level is comparable to the span of an entire martial artist’s career! For example, some faction leaders with one foot in the Transformation Realm can crush the newly promoted veteran faction leaders.

A significant characteristic of second-class factions is having a Transformation Realm Master in the sect. Whether it’s the sect leader or an elder, their existence greatly raises the faction’s ceiling. The Fierce Bird Sect clearly can’t reach that.

One wonders if Bai Xiao’s Dragon Elephant Martial Arts Hall can quickly reach that level when established? Moreover, Yan Qi reminded Bai Xiao to be prepared for exclusion or even attacks from other factions. Because there’s always too many monks and too little gruel, too many wolves and too little meat. No one would welcome a new competitor of the same rank.

If it’s just a third-class faction or lower, it’s still among the bottom tier.

Once they reach the level of a second-class faction, trouble is inevitable.

Bai Xiao must be mentally prepared.

Sect Leader Yan Qi’s room, the three of them talked for several hours. By the time it ended, it was already late. Bai Xiao slowly returned to his room.

He continued practicing, integrating all his combat experience.

Until midnight.

Only then did Bai Xiao lie down, quickly falling into a deep sleep.

This time, he didn’t enter a fearful nightmare, just slept deeply.

At the same time.

Offshore, at a base on one of Evil Ghost Court’s islands.

They already received the news of Shadow Assassin Cangfeng’s failed assassination!

In the hall, a few figures exchanged words.

"Shadow Assassin Cangfeng is dead..."

"This Bai Xiao, can even defeat Transformation Realm experts?"

A tall and thin figure spoke.

"Cangfeng fell from the Transformation Realm a long time ago, dropping continuously for three or four years. With his continuously shrinking power, it’s questionable whether he’s even at the veteran level..."

"Being killed is not surprising."

"After all, he hasn’t been the Eastern Assassin King for a long time."

A seductive female voice sounded.

"So what do we do now?"

"Send another veteran faction leader? Or pick one of the Twelve Ghost Generals to handle it ourselves? Solve the problem once and for all..."

A deep and heavy voice spoke.

"Who among us will go?"

"Other Ghost Generals are on missions spread across the globe."

"Only us few, stationed at the base, are free."

"Even a Ghost General going to the Tianxia Federation doesn’t guarantee safety. Our Evil Ghost Court is still on the joint wanted list of the Martial Arts Association and Metal Council. If several Transformation Realm experts appear simultaneously, even we might pay a heavy price..."

A tall and burly figure spoke, ending the conversation.

The hall fell into silence.

...

Time passed quickly, reaching the next day.

August 26th, sunny weather.

At dawn, sunlight pierced the city skyline, the glass facades of skyscrapers began to shine with golden-orange rays. The shade of street trees cast dappled shadows in the breeze, and city traffic started to flow. Cars moved in streams, pedestrians holding breakfast hurried along, clearly heading to work.

Apartment One, fifth floor.

Bai Xiao walked out of the bathroom, standing quietly in front of the glass window.

He looked down at the city scene unfolding below.

On the concrete paths, spectators from the apartment were coming and going. They linked arms, loudly discussing, faces brimming with excitement.

With the finals approaching, how could anyone not be excited?

With his extremely strong and bare upper body, Bai Xiao performed a slow warm-up fist technique under the sunlight. The golden light enveloped him, making his physique stunningly beautiful, with an elegant and domineering grace akin to Ancient Greek sculptures. It was intensely attractive.

Regardless of gender, everyone would marvel and admire.

Ten minutes later.

Bai Xiao donned his battle robe, a platinum-colored Fierce Bird Sect combat uniform. The design of the fierce bird looked more lifelike and ferocious.

Clearly, it was a special edition for the finals.

However, Bai Xiao didn’t react much.

Because once on stage, it would soon be torn and destroyed.

At 8:20 AM, Bai Xiao slowly walked out of his bedroom.

In the corridor, members of the Fierce Bird Sect were already geared up, eyes filled with excitement directed at him. Bai Xiao nodded and joined the team.

"Onward to the World Martial Arts Arena!"

Instantly, a group of people left the apartment, heading for the competition venue.

Along the way, spectators who saw Bai Xiao’s tall figure gathered from all directions. They wanted to get close but were kept at a distance by the Fierce Bird Sect members. They could only surround Bai Xiao, forming a massive crowd, like a formidable force, heading to the World Martial Arts Arena.