Holy Fist!-Chapter 663 - 328 I respect and admire Lord Bai Xiao! (6.4k)

At this moment, the entire venue was inexplicably silent, not a sound to be heard.

Only the all-encompassing dust and falling leaves.

Like rain, they fell with a rustling sound, making faint noises.

Bai Xiao stood alone in front of the forest, the white moonlight casting shadows on half of his face, delineating a deep and resolute contour. He stood with hands behind his back, dust settling on his shoulders, constantly repelled by his aura, forming a cloud of explosive mist.

An indescribable sense of confidence and dominance pervaded in all directions.

In the audience area, the guests of the numerous prodigy banquet were all looking at Bai Xiao somewhat blankly, their palms slightly sweaty, inexplicably dry-mouthed.

The sound of falling dust was like droplets of rain, fragmented and muffled.

"This person..."

Gu Qing of the Mystic Sword stared dazedly at Bai Xiao, feeling inexplicably stirred: "He is definitely Candle Sect’s greatest rival in the Dark World Fighting Competition’s fifteenth tournament!"

...

"Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!"

Suddenly, from the dense, dark forest, an overwhelmingly powerful aura surged rapidly. Yu Ming’s furious roar echoed above the ground. Crack, crack, crack, at some point, deep, pitch-black fissures appeared on the ground, spreading like tree branches.

"I haven’t lost yet!"

The deafening sound was like a beast forced into a corner.

Endless waves of Hundred Refinements Secret Technique, centered on Yu Ming, surged out in layers like violent waves. Wherever they passed, thick trees were destroyed, seemingly shredded into countless pieces by some invisible strength. One could clearly see layers of translucent pale white ripples spreading out. Where they passed, trees fell, and the ground cracked.

The Hundred-Split Fist had been pushed to the extreme by Yu Ming, nearly transcending!

His spirit, qi, and mind elevated infinitely, unified at this moment.

"Demon Eagle Hundred Splits!!!"

This was the strongest move of the Hundred-Split Fist, a concentrated secret technique formed by gathering all the power in the body. It demonstrated the ultimate strength, the most peak punch!

"Ahhhhh!"

"Whoosh!"

In the roar, a violent sound leapt out, surrounded by waves of Hundred Split Power. In an instant, it flashed before Bai Xiao. Yu Ming’s face was bloodied, veins bulging, and his skin was densely torn due to performing the move, looking like an Evil Ghost.

"It’s you who should yield!!!"

"Bam!"

He suddenly punched.

In the sky and earth, within a hundred-meter radius, all the translucent strength swimming like tiny sardines gathered together instantaneously. In a blink, it formed a bloodthirsty, fierce giant eagle, exuding extreme ferocity and sinister energy.

Its terror claws, comparable to the size of a house, descended, crazily tearing the ground apart.

The peak power exploded all at once!

"Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom..."

"Fall before me!"

The eyes of Hundred-Split Fist Yu Ming were bloodshot, staring intently at Bai Xiao below.

"Swish!"

That cold, statue-like tall figure suddenly lifted his head.

Yu Ming saw a pair of amber-colored eyes that didn’t seem human.

Six-Petaled Peacock Eye, faintly surrounded by invading blood patterns. Like a drinking poison rakshasa, exuding a sense of disregard for life and demonic aura.

Threads of rising killing intent, carrying boundless heat.

"Whoosh!"

Bai Xiao’s hands gently lifted, his five thick fingers presenting neat feather patterns and mysterious skeletal contours.

His five fingers formed into a bird’s beak, his arms spread out, Nine Nether Burning Wind swept everything aside.

"Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom..."

The fragmented Hundred Split Power falling down like a torrent, about to engulf the entire venue. Yet, on the ground, a gigantic demon bird resembling a peacock, its wings filled with skeletal patterns, soared into the sky enveloped in scorching wind. The enormous shaking wind expanded rapidly, pushing back all the Hundred Split Power.

"Shriek!!!"

Wings covering the sky, entwined with fiery wind, flying overlapped.

In an instant, the entire venue turned into a massive oven. The blazing light roared, drying everything, creating an extremely arid environment.

"Bang!"

The giant demon eagle formed by Hundred Split Power collapsed like a balloon pricked by a needle, its aura rapidly deflating and disintegrating. In Yu Ming’s shocked and desperate eyes, Extreme Bird Burning Sky flashed briefly, only appearing momentarily.

But all his reliance evaporated in that half-second.

"Boom!"

A highly weakened figure fell from the air.

Landed on the dry, brittle ground, creating a shallow pit.

Yu Ming’s lips were dry and cracked, his hair burnt and curled, his arms and chest skin full of cracks baked by the fiery wind. He struggled to lift his head, blankly looking towards the tall figure walking against the moonlight.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

Every heavy footfall felt like it was stepping on his heart.

"Why... did you hold back?"

Yu Ming’s throat was hoarse, his voice grinding like sand.

"You are dead."

"The promised commitments made beforehand would be unfulfilled."

Bai Xiao stood high, completely in an overlooking posture.

"What was that move called just now?"

Yu Ming’s brain was dizzy, about to lose consciousness, but he asked.

"You are wrong, it was half a move."

Bai Xiao’s face was expressionless.

"Then half a move!"

"What’s it called?"

Yu Ming gritted his teeth, still persistently asked.

The next second, a dense darkness surged up, he only felt a swirling sensation. But ultimately, before completely losing consciousness, Hundred-Split Fist Yu Ming heard a voice, as if falling from the clouds, echoing booming at his ear.

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