Holy Fist!-Chapter 630 - 315 Training Si Yu, the arena battle begins

The Dark World Fighting Competition, the fourth stage, has finally begun.

The entire dojo’s pent-up atmosphere was instantly ignited. Numerous spectators cheered, waving their fists and shouting loudly, creating a cacophony of noise. Even many contestants had their muscles tense up, backs suddenly straightened, fists clenched slightly, and complex emotions flickering in their eyes.

There was fervor, excitement, sentimentality, and worry.

Of those who could participate in the national Dark World Fighting Competition, there were only thirty-two in total. They had all started from city-level competitions, overcoming challenges, and enduring three rounds of selection. They clashed with powerful adversaries in the ring multiple times, finally earning a ticket to the final stage. The ups and downs of this short half-month were more thrilling than several years in ordinary times!

Many contestants underwent transformations and evolved several times during this process, gaining unimaginable refinement and growth. Thus, hearing the announcer declare the start of the national Dark World Fighting Competition, they experienced mixed emotions.

"Old man, did you see that?"

"Your disciple, I have fulfilled my promise!"

"I am now standing on the national Dark World Fighting Competition stage!"

A young man with black hair and black clothes clenched his fist, his face showing a determined expression. Only his eyes were slightly red, hinting at the presence of tears.

He took a deep breath; the heavy burden on his shoulders, the promise that had driven him for years, seemed to be finally laid down at this moment. The young man’s breath eased suddenly, and he gained an instant insight, breaking through his bottleneck.

"Finally, I’ve waited for this day!"

"I have long wanted to meet the geniuses from other Secret Martial Worlds."

"Hahaha, my fists have been eager for a long time!"

A burly martial arts fanatic with white bandages wrapped around his hands was extremely excited. A fierce smile hung on his face, and his eager eyes were like those of a wicked ghost with carnal desires.

...

"Candle Sect, it’s time for us to settle our scores..."

In an empty camp, only one person sat quietly in meditation.

Self-titled Free Heaven, but called Attractive Bone Buddha by others, Canaan maintained an Esoteric Sect posture at this moment. Her legs were crossed, and her five hearts pointed toward the sky. Her body, already voluptuous and beautiful, was now barely concealed. A pure white silk robe clung to her form, exuding a hint of inner allure beneath its dignified and conservative appearance.

A sacred yet beguiling aura permeated the atmosphere.

Her phoenix eyes first looked northward to the dojo. Then, she surprisingly shifted her gaze, spanning hundreds of meters to look at Bai Xiao from the Fierce Bird Sect.

Her eyes, resembling glass and with a golden light at the core, looked like whirlpools.

In the distance, Bai Xiao seemed to sense something and turned his head to look over.

His eyes, magnified at once, looked deep and cold like an icy pool leading to an endless abyss, captivating and eerie. In a daze, his pupils suddenly split, transforming into the Six-Petaled Peacock Eyes. Like the Drinking Poison Rakshasa, an ominous sign!

Their gazes collided in the air, separating instantly.

Canaan closed her eyes directly, remaining motionless. But her right hand forming a seal trembled slightly, indicating that her heart was far from calm.

"This person’s spiritual will is almost tangible!"

"He must also be a top expert in the realm of spiritual manipulation!"

Canaan reflected on the brief moment their gazes clashed.

In that split second.

She sensed multiple powerful auras from Bai Xiao.

One was like a cold-blooded crocodile baring its vicious fangs in the form of Fist Intent.

Another was a frantic will attempting to evaporate all her blood from a distance.

Finally, there was a deeply hidden aura.

It was an ultimate, profound blackness, like the fear of an abyss. As the black energy surged, it seemed like a gigantic bird covering the sky with its layered wings. Where it passed, everything withered, leaving only despair.

Canaan’s heart grew heavy.

It seemed this national tournament must not be taken lightly.

Besides the Candle Sect, there were still formidable adversaries who could pose a threat to her.

...

At the same time, not only Canaan’s attention was on Bai Xiao; piercing glances were also cast from all directions within the dojo.

In the northern Secret Martial World, the area where various schools gathered.

Dragon Lizard Shi Chen leaned forward, his strong V-shaped physique exuding a faint sense of pressure. His large, vein-covered hands were pressing down on his knees, fur-covered like the claws of a beast. Shi Chen’s gaze swept across the entire Martial Arts Arena swiftly, finally resting on Fierce Bird Sect.

"Indeed a formidable Cross Training physique."

"But no one who can withstand my Triple Dragon Lizard Transformation has been born yet!"

Dragon Lizard Shi Chen smirked coldly, a hot breath spraying from his nostrils. His strength lay in the explosive form, which he had been mastering since stepping into martial arts. Later, he encountered a fortuitous adventure, achieving the Great Achievement Realm. When he performed the Dragon Lizard Transformation, all his attributes would surge, reaching terrifying heights.

So, he wasn’t worried about the encounter with Bai Xiao. The him in the ring was a completely different being from his usual self.

On the other side, a young man with white hair and bronze skin leaned against his chair. He wore fingerless gloves, his hands stuffed in his pockets, his head slightly tilted up, embodying a cool demeanor.

Yu Ming, the Hundred-Split Fist user, glanced at Bai Xiao from afar, his eyelids drooping.

"Another top user of the Assassination Fist?"

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