Holy Fist!-Chapter 739 - 347 Who else?! (6.4k)

"Then, let’s engage head-on!!!"

Yin Sheng snorted coldly, his arms suddenly raised with a rumbling force, instantly causing the air around him to ripple and explode. With the impact, Bai Xiao staggered back three steps, whereas Yin Sheng, with feet like axe blades, sliced the ground into cubes, sliding back more than ten meters before coming to a stop as his entire thigh nearly sank into the ground.

As the Six-winged Falcon Fist Sect Master, steeped in the Late Stage Sect Master tier for ten years, he had defeated several strong opponents of equal strength, so naturally, he had his pride and the dignity of a powerhouse. Though Bai Xiao’s terrifying display of power was oppressive, it didn’t instill fear in Yin Sheng!

He would not flee before the battle like the Sect Leader of the River Stopping Palm!

Who wins or loses can only be determined by a real fight!

Yin Sheng genuinely wished to witness the true prowess of the young champion of the 15th Dark World Fighting Competition!

"Dragon Elephant Hall Master, please!"

Martial Arts Arena, center stage.

Yin Sheng gave a powerful shake of his legs, extracting himself from the ground and standing firmly on the arena. His eyes squinted, and suddenly a fierce gleam flashed through them, reminiscent of a raptor, with inhuman pupil outlines. At the same time, Yin Sheng suddenly thrust his fists forward, one lifted slightly upward as if to snatch a man’s jaw clean off, the other pressed downward, with fingers like the claws of a fierce eagle.

He bent at the waist and back, muscles tense, and his whole center of gravity leaned slightly forward.

He abruptly assumed a battle stance.

"Six-winged... Falcon Fist!"

Yin Sheng’s eyes focused, as his right foot stomped forward fiercely. The power within his body burst forth like a breached dam, rushing out like a torrent. Wisps of semi-transparent white Qi shot out from his pores, resembling a dense white steam rising from his head and back into the air. In a flash, they formed into a falcon with wings like blades.

"My Falcon Fist has no fanciful tricks."

"Only speed! Only ferocity!"

"I respect your title as champion, so..."

"Purple Light Twin Wings!!!"

Yin Sheng instantly entered an explosive state, his arms entwined with white Qi, collapsing and compressing into a more concentrated purplish glow along the edges. Layers of phantom images appeared, resembling a pair of wings.

"Boom!"

He stomped the ground, thunder echoing.

Almost instantly, Yin Sheng, like a meteor of immense speed penetrating the atmosphere, slashed through the arena, rocketing in front of Bai Xiao.

"Hahaha, excellent!"

"I can feel your will..."

"This is the stance a strong fighter should have!"

"To honor you, I will take this battle seriously."

A sharp slashing attack came flying, but Bai Xiao felt no threat; instead, his expression turned excited. His black and gold martial arts uniform sleeves were rolled up to his shoulders, revealing hardened arm muscles and bulging blue veins. Suddenly, his arms burst, swelling instantly.

Bai Xiao’s two arms transformed in color to resemble black metal. The white-gold Qi swirled and gathered, forming a clear axe-shaped silhouette on the surface, huge and menacing. A lion’s head, with eyes glowing red!

"Roar!!!"

A ferocious howl burst forth, unleashing a terrifying Evil Qi.

"Ding!"

The violet Twin Wings slicing swiftly through the air.

Collided with the swinging Mad Beast Evil Axe!

The clash erupted in a piercing high-frequency metallic sound, leaving many of the sect leaders present clutching their eardrums, frowning slightly.

"Ding ding ding ding ding!"

Following immediately was a string of violent collisions, the shadows of axe and wings clashing countless times in an instant. Streams of red and gold sparks exploded, but were instantly extinguished by the turbulent waves.

From the audience.

Many sect leaders spectating showed astonishment, looking at the two endlessly entangled blurred figures and the black cloud formed by their lightning-fast arm movements. Where they stepped, the ground cracked inch by inch, forming craters. Occasionally, the residual energy of the battle swept across in a fan shape.

The massive area would be enough to engulf a house, reducing it to dust.

"No surprise it’s the Blood Falcon, Yin Sheng!"

"His power is already infinitely close to the Transformation Realm!"

"I heard a rumor that Yin Sheng is accumulating power to challenge the Yanmo Faction Master in a few months, who is at the Transformation Realm! Although I think that even if he challenges him, he might still lose, the mere fact that Yin Sheng dares to challenge him shows he is stronger than others and has some confidence! In my view, Yin Sheng is already on the brink of a breakthrough..."

A Sect Leader speculated, eyeing the intense battle in the Martial Arts Arena.

"I do know something about this, and I have insider information."

"It’s said that Yin Sheng has pushed the six-winged Falcon Fist martial arts, with a century-long tradition, to unprecedented levels, even breaking its limits to achieve Seven Wings! Rising above the past, surpassing all previous Falcon Fist Sect Masters!"

Someone marveled, sharing possibly true or false information.

Martial Arts Arena.

"Boom! Boom!"

The four arms collided, separating upon impact as the two figures retreated.

Bai Xiao’s foot planted into the ground, shattering a large piece of rubber. The potent white-gold Qi swirled around him, flowing continuously, some absorbed back into his body, others escaping from his pores, in a cycle.

This is the fighting style of a Sect Master!

Qi is versatile; it not only boosts power, but can expand attack range, and cushion defense. Generally, unless an overwhelming Qi difference crushes and blasts him repeatedly, even a Senior Faction Master in the Early Period can maintain sustained combat within a ten-meter radius of Qi coverage, like a ten-meter diameter fluid creature.

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