Holy Fist!-Chapter 660 - 327 take turns to fight, one-handed invincible (6k)_2

Chapter 660: 327 take turns to fight, one-handed invincible (6k)_2

"In Bai Xiao’s previous matches, he always defeated his opponents at their strongest point! Dragon Lizard Shi Chen claims to be the strongest in strength? Then I’ll crush you with my strength! Aurora Gu Jun claims to be the fastest? Then I’ll toy with you using my speed! Now, facing Gu Qing, he’s demonstrating a powerful Fist Intent..."

At this moment, everyone suddenly felt Bai Xiao’s mysterious and immense strength.

And that nasty habit of enjoying the destruction of his opponent’s confidence...

"Ding!"

On the open ground, Gu Qing suddenly spun around and leapt high into the air.

He swung his arm down, rotating 360 degrees, and smashed down.

A huge Sword Intent shadow, invisible and traceless, extremely sharp. fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

"Bang!"

The ground shook violently, dust flying, turning into a thick fog.

The Sword Intent fell into the fog, tearing out a long narrow cavity.

Gu Qing hung in mid-air, just about to descend smoothly.

"Roar!"

An invisible fierce beast, like a giant crocodile lurking beneath the soil, suddenly sprang out, leaping into the air. Its jagged, sinister fangs opened to the maximum, the mouth nearly reaching one hundred and eighty degrees apart. The terrifying bites seemed to want to devour Mystic Sword Gu Qing alongside the moon!

"Bang!!!"

A thunderous crash, as two Fist Intents collided, simultaneously shattering.

A dense rain of invisible swords harshly plowed the entire ground.

In the fiercely vibrating woods afar, the trunks of large trees displayed marks as if chewed by a fierce beast, riddled with teeth marks.

"Tap tap tap!"

A black-clad figure landed, retreating backward continuously for more than ten steps. He steadied himself by planting his right foot firmly, his sleeves hanging down completely shredded.

Muscular surface, densely dotted with shark tooth blood spots.

Not serious injuries, just the skin was broken.

But, it still signified something.

Gu Qing looked into the distance, twenty meters ahead, his pupils shrinking slightly. Bai Xiao still stood in that spot, not moving an inch since the battle started, like an unshakeable towering mountain.

Moreover, Bai Xiao’s sleeves remained perfectly intact.

His palms showed no scars from blade cuts, not even white marks.

This spoke volumes about the gap between them.

"I lost."

Gu Qing took a deep breath, stepped forward a few paces, and folded his fists without hesitation.

"Thank you for the lesson."

Bai Xiao returned the salute.

In fact, the gap between their Fist Intent was not significant, Bai Xiao only faintly had the edge. However, Mystic Sword Gu Qing’s overall strength relied heavily on his Fist Intent. Bai Xiao’s Fist Intent was merely a supplementary boost.

His primary skill could not rival another’s secondary ability.

Thus, the outcome was inevitable.

"Clap clap clap..."

Beside them, Canghai who had witnessed the whole fight began to applaud spontaneously.

"Impressive, both of you are very strong!"

Under the moonlight, Gu Qing shook his head, his smile a bit bitter. He moved towards the spectator area, with Qin Su immediately stepping forward, bending down to carefully inspect his wounds.

The encouraging words of comfort sparked a tinge of envy among the surrounding spectators.

On the other side, Bai Xiao, pristine and untouched, swept his gaze over a piece of dark information prompt and started to move. Suddenly, a sharp gaze struck.

In the distance, beneath the shadow of the white wall.

A youth with wheat-colored skin, hands in pockets, leaning against the wall. He lightly pressed against his back, straightening up and walked over.

A sinister voice, slightly reverberating in the open space.

"Bai Xiao..."

"I’ve studied your matches in the Eastern Dark World Fighting Competition."

"You also excel in Assassination Fist, don’t you?"

Yu Ming’s lips curled into a smile, tinged with excitement. With each step forward, his aura intensified, twisting the air rapidly. Dense, semi-transparent fine cracks floated towards the sky.

"My Hundred-Split Fist tells me."

"My Assassination Fist is stronger than yours!"

Yu Ming’s eyes narrowed slightly, brimming with danger and oppression.

He wasn’t the least bit afraid of Bai Xiao.

After today’s match, Yu Ming was deeply unsatisfied, believing he missed the final four merely due to bad luck, drawing Candle Sect.

In Yu Ming’s heart, Candle Sect was the strongest opponent in this national Dark World Fighting Competition. The second most dangerous was Free Heaven Canaan. As for the other two finalists, Evil Flame Canghai and Fierce Fist Bai Xiao, he was not convinced.

Yu Ming thought that if he switched places with Bai Xiao, he could have advanced to the final four, while Bai Xiao would be eliminated. Even if swapped himself with Bai Xiao’s opponents, the result would still be unchanged, he would defeat Bai Xiao and advance. After the competition ended, Yu Ming had always wanted to fight Bai Xiao or Canghai to prove one thing. He truly had the strength of the national Dark World Fighting Competition’s final four, just had unlucky draws.

And Bai Xiao and Canghai were the lucky ones.

Under the moonlight, on the empty ground.

Yu Ming walked forward, his aura having reached its peak.

"Ding ding ding..."

Fine metal chains on his clothes rattled and clashed.

"In today’s match, you got eliminated by Candle Sect and ended up in the top eight, feeling very dissatisfied, right? Haha, you think I advanced because of good luck?" Bai Xiao chuckled lightly, seemingly not putting Yu Ming’s Hundred-Split Fist pressure in his eyes. He instantly saw through Yu Ming’s mind.

"You challenge me now, to prove you have the final four strength?"

"What if I am!?"

Yu Ming showed no shame in being exposed.

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