Holy Fist!-Chapter 642 - 321 and the monster belong to the same era

Bai Xiao squinted his eyes.

This time, the experience points he gained from Shi Chen of the Dragon Lizard Sect had already surpassed those from the final battle against Liu Xinzong in the Eastern Dark World Fighting Competition. After all, opponents at the Sect Leader Level are truly different.

Bai Xiao pondered secretly.

He thought that although the National Dark World Fighting Competition had only thirty-two participants and lacked a revival match system, resulting in only five matches overall, the opponents’ strength was astonishingly high. The potential points obtained from a single match could even rival those from several prior matches.

Given this calculation, Bai Xiao’s rewards from the final national competition would be even greater.

He returned to his thoughts.

He quietly stared forward, his profession panel displayed in mid-air.

[Task: Bounty (Accumulated Experience: 1615)]

Bai Xiao took a deep breath, without any hesitation.

He called out slightly in his heart.

"Dark Red!"

Instantly, a red glow like the sunset swept over, spreading like layered waves, covering the entire profession panel of the Dark World Fighting Competition participants, with mysterious power enveloping every corner.

"Extract!"

Bai Xiao’s mind moved.

Invisible ripples appeared on the panel, and the powerful waves of the Dark Red Modifier controlled it completely. The potential points accumulated in the bounty task flowed out like water, continuously converting.

In an instant, the four-digit number became two digits.

After two or three breaths, the mysterious power receded, and the mist disappeared.

Looking ahead.

[Task: Bounty (Accumulated Experience: 15)]

His gaze quickly moved down and fixed.

[Dark Red Modifier]

[Potential Points: 32]

Bai Xiao nodded with satisfaction, feeling somewhat excited.

If the next three matches featured opponents at Shi Chen’s level, it would be perfect. He felt confident that the probability was not small!

Bai Xiao’s hollow eyes refocused, bringing him back to reality.

He redirected his gaze towards the arena, where the battles for the top sixteen were still ongoing.

After the first day’s eliminations, the remaining sixteen participants no longer included ordinary martial artists; at the very least, they were all Extreme Realm experts.

It seemed like the appearance of a dozen or twenty Extreme Realm experts made this level appear as common as cabbages, cheap and everywhere. But in fact, it’s about aspiring to higher places. The Dark World Fighting Competition, after three rounds of selection, had chosen these Extreme Realm experts from thousands of young martial artists. In terms of ratio, they were as rare as phoenix feathers.

Each Extreme Realm expert was the future pillar of their respective sects.

If they did not meet an untimely end and fade into mediocrity, then in ten to twenty years, many of the sect leaders appearing in the Observation Tower would likely be replaced by these faces. They were the future of the Secret Martial World.

"If a terrifying organization like the Evil Ghost Court were to wipe out the entire World Martial Arts Arena, it would be quite entertaining. Perhaps the originally flourishing development of the Secret Martial World would be cut off immediately..."

Bai Xiao looked at the various geniuses from all corners and sighed.

Of course, he was just jesting.

Even a vicious organization like the Evil Ghost Court would not be foolish enough to attack all participants in the National Dark World Fighting Competition. The Martial Arts Association had already invested an enormous amount of power to ensure safety. Not to mention the countless sect leaders observing from the stands.

A significant portion of the Secret Martial World’s essence and power was here.

To attack the World Martial Arts Arena would be suicidal!

But, if it were targeting individuals, then it might be a different story.

...

Half an hour later, in the arena.

Bai Xiao saw a familiar figure.

Liu Xinzong of the Wind of Breath Sect, dressed in white, exuded a light and airy presence as if he could float away. His Sect Leader-level aura was robust and majestic, with a significant increase in strength from before.

Liu Xinzong had an ordinary face, but his eyes sparkled like a starry sea.

His opponent was a stark contrast.

On the left side of the arena, a graceful figure in tight combat attire attracted everyone’s attention. She was tall, with an enchanting aura, and her round, powerful long legs nearly reached her neck. Her features were exceptionally delicate, so stunning they were almost flamboyant. Black eyeliner, red eyeshadow, and golden glitter at the corners of her eyes.

Still a vixen.

Qin Su, also known as Flower Slave, the runner-up of the Dark World Fighting Competition from the Southern Secret Martial World.

She was one of the only two sect leaders from the south, other than Evil Flame Canghai.

Her match against Liu Xinzong was quite anticipated.

Below the arena, a handsome young man with silver-white hair shimmering in the sunlight, carrying an ancient sword on his back, looked up.

"Go for it."

The young man said softly.

Immediately, he received a blown kiss from Qin Su, the Flower Slave.

In front of the crowd, a bold display of affection.

The audience responded with a mix of unclear chuckles.

"Senior brother, who do you think will win between the two on stage?"

At the Fierce Bird Sect’s location.

Jian Feng sat a row behind Bai Xiao, leaned forward, and asked.

Bai Xiao quickly glanced at the arena, then closed his eyes.

"Qin Su, the Flower Slave, unless she has some unimaginable trump card..."

"She should not be a match for Liu Xinzong."

"At the beginning, they’ll be evenly matched, but Liu Xinzong will ultimately defeat her with one move."

He spoke firmly, as if confident in his former defeated adversary. Because, in the original Eastern Dark World Fighting Competition, if not for Bai Xiao as the extraordinary dark horse, if Ghost Mask had not received strong support from the Evil Ghost Court, then Liu Xinzong would have likely been the Eastern champion.

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