Holy Fist!

Chapter 423 Tonight, a bloodbath at the Dragon Elephant Martial Arts School!
"Woooooooo..."

A fierce wind blew through the canyon, causing air currents to swirl and water mist to fill the air.

Bai Xiao turned and left the stage.

Behind him, a surging platinum-gold aura, like swallows returning to their nests, flowed into the back of the white owl like the aurora borealis, disappearing instantly and merging into one.

Amidst the clamor of the spectators on both sides of Yunshan Mountain.

He walked slowly into the waiting hall.

Instantly, sharp gazes rained down upon him. Some were filled with apprehension, others with hostility, and still others with ferocity; each gaze represented a powerful sect leader. An ordinary martial artist would likely have been utterly terrified by that aura. However, Bai Xiao's movements and expression remained unchanged, as if he were a piece of ancient ice, returning to his position.

Sit down slowly.

Immediately, many contestants began to whisper among themselves.

"As expected of the Dragon Elephant Gym Owner who has recently become famous in the East!"

"He defeated the White Saint Hall of the Heavenly Kingdom, a notorious figure in the White Eagle Republic. They once joined forces with the Black Saint Hall to wipe out over a dozen martial arts schools, strengthening the Heavenly Kingdom's power. A peak expert, and he lost just like that. It seems even the Black Saint Hall might not be a match for White Owl..."

"Bai Xiao, the master of the Dragon Elephant Pavilion, has just displayed strength that is likely among the top sixteen or even the top eight! As for anything higher, that depends on whether he encounters any monsters. Sword Demons, Spirit Kings, Holy Knights, and so on. These masters of various schools, already at the pinnacle, are in a league of their own below the Grandmaster level..."

"Any chance of making it to the top eight? I'm envious. I heard that before the top eight in the martial arts tournament, it's a traditional competition format, with matches in pairs to determine the winner. But after the top eight, it's modeled after the ancient grandmasters' discussions. The winners of the top eight are no longer confined to this small battle square; the entire Yunshan Valley and even the adjacent coastal area will become their battlefield..."

"And it's no longer one-on-one. Apparently, each person will randomly select two or three opponents, and the rankings will be based on the results of multiple battles. But that would probably put those on a losing streak in a very awkward position..."

In the hall, the crowd was buzzing with discussion and talking frequently.

It wasn't until the red-clad host in the distant battle square announced the opponents' numbers again that the contestants quieted down and looked ahead.

The fourth seat from the far right.

Bai Xiao, who was at the center of the conversation, was unusually calm, with an empty gaze.

Before my eyes, a series of black messages flashed by rapidly.

[Your mission "Perfect Victory" has been achieved, granting you +2400 victory points!]

[Mission: Complete Victory (Accumulated Victory Points: 2400)]

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

This is the real gain for Bai Xiao from this martial arts tournament.

"extract."

With a thought, the power of the Crimson Modifier instantly descended, transforming into a hazy, sunset-like red light that enveloped all the martial arts practitioners in the tournament. A chilling tremor followed, and the light quickly faded.

Ahead, the accumulated victory points have reached zero.

[Dark Red Modifier]

Potential Points: 3.8 → 75.8

After one match, I had over seventy potential points.

White Owl was quite satisfied.

Of course, this only happens when fighting against top-tier masters of various martial arts styles; ordinary opponents would never be that strong. However, the irony is that this 13th Martial Arts Tournament has gathered experts from all over the world. If Bai Xiao can make it all the way, he will probably have no shortage of top-tier masters of various martial arts styles as opponents, allowing him to amass potential points.

"From now on, for every victory I win, I must immediately convert the victory points from the 'Perfect Victory Stance' mission into potential points. Otherwise, if the mission is interrupted and the victory points are reset to zero, that would be a huge loss..."

Bai Xiao's eyes flickered slightly, and he came back to his senses after a moment.

"After today, it will be the top 32, and tomorrow we'll be able to determine the top 16. The strongest mission below the Grandmaster level will give me an opportunity to enhance my character. I wonder if it will bring me some surprises?"

His thoughts wandered, and his gaze returned to the battle plaza.

Half of the participants in this martial arts tournament were experts from all over the world, naturally showcasing unique and extraordinary secret martial arts techniques and distinctive fighting styles. For example, Bai Xiao saw one participant practicing a secret martial art that seemed to be a form of external martial arts, yet was incredibly strange. His entire body was like soft rubber; any punch or kick that landed on it only produced an effect similar to compressing a gel, while the attacker was instead knocked back.

Some martial arts practitioners were incredibly ugly, their exposed skin covered with countless blood-red steel needles, including their faces, seemingly inserted into every acupoint. In battle, they were initially outmatched, but as the blood needles were forced out, the power of their punches and kicks grew increasingly formidable, carrying terrifying force. Finally, the blood needles disappeared from their arms, and their appearance became exceptionally handsome. Every movement of their fists and feet could split mountains and shatter rocks, like an explosive detonation.

In addition, there are masters of joint locks, who can not only manipulate their own limbs at will, but also affect the joints of their opponents. There are also masters of fast and slow punches, whose surroundings seem to be in a state of disordered flow, sometimes leaving afterimages like streaks of light, and sometimes remaining motionless like statues.

Bai Xiao witnessed the actions of Dao Mo and Guang Ying, among others, from within this place.

However, it was quite boring.

Their opponents were too weak; they couldn't find anything out about them.

The Blade Demon merely glanced at his opponent, and it was as if a blade of the heart had fallen, instantly causing a bloody gash from the opponent's brow to his chest, resulting in his defeat.

Light Eagle remained motionless, while his opponent's body was scorched as if by terrifying light, with flames and black smoke billowing out.

He almost lost his life on the spot.

Fortunately, the referee saved him.

On both sides of the mountain wall, the spectators of the martial arts tournament marveled at the spectacle, feeling utterly delighted. The 13th Martial Arts Tournament was undoubtedly a grand occasion.

Time gradually ticked down to six o'clock in the evening.

Finally, as dusk fell and twilight descended, the first day of the martial arts tournament came to an end. The top thirty-two were quickly determined.

At the exit of Yunshan Valley, figures departed one after another.

Some went directly to the resort next to the beach, which was the official accommodation provided for some of the international participants. Meanwhile, local strongmen like Bai Xiao, who were based in Donghai City, planned to head towards the city center.

On the way to the parking lot.

Canaan and Siyou still had a lingering sense of shock in their eyes. As spectators, they had witnessed firsthand the duel between the top experts of the Secret Martial World.

Especially the battle between White Owl and Ronan.

The sect leader's formidable strength and imposing figure exuded dominance even in a grand event like the martial arts tournament. In their eyes, Bai Xiao's figure seemed to be gradually merging with that of the likes of Guang Ying Dao Mo.

"The master's strength is no weaker than anyone in the martial arts tournament!"

"The Dragon Elephant Martial Arts School will soon join the ranks of the Nine Gates of the East!"

Si You, dressed in black, took a deep breath and muttered to himself.

Beside him, Canaan nodded, about to speak.

Suddenly, a hoarse and sinister voice came from behind.

"Canaan, it's been a long time."

Canaan's forward-moving figure suddenly froze, her heart feeling as if it were being gripped tightly by a giant hand. Goosebumps rose all over her body, and she turned around with lightning speed, looking at the figure behind her as if facing a formidable enemy.

It was an elderly man, about 1.8 meters tall, with white hair, wearing a fiery red fighting uniform. His back was slightly hunched, and his aura was aged and frail. However, his face did not become kind with age; instead, it became increasingly fierce and sinister. His eyes, like an eagle hunting its prey, were fixed intently on Canaan.

There was a hint of greed and covetousness in it.

"Holy Eagle Qu Yu!"

"What do you want to do?"

Canaan gritted his teeth and uttered the other person's name.

As if sensing danger, her entire being surged with power.

"Hehehe."

“My eldest disciple and sixth disciple both died at your hands.”

The red-haired old man stopped talking abruptly.

He inexplicably sniffed Canaan a few times, his eyes brightening slightly.

"It seems to be a forbidden aura?"

"Has your master's 'Buddha-Demon Heavenly Heart' technique succeeded?!"

Saint Eagle Qu Yu took a step forward, as if wanting to get closer and confirm that captivating aura. However, he found himself unable to take a second step no matter what he did. A hand rested on his shoulder.

Qu Yu turned his head.

Suddenly, I saw a cold, stern profile, as hard as a statue.

The eye sockets blocked the slanting sunset, resembling two black-rimmed sunglasses.

Master of the Dragon Elephant Pavilion, Bai Xiao!
"What do you intend to do to my men?" The deep voice caused the gravel on the ground to tremble slightly.

Saint Eagle Qu Yu felt an immense force pressing down on his shoulders, suppressing the entire earth. His pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints; Qu Yu had witnessed the entire battle between Bai Xiao and Ronan.

He asked himself, if he were still young and at his peak, he might not have been afraid of Bai Xiao. But now, he had failed to break through the critical barrier, and his vital energy had declined to this extent.

If the two were to start fighting, it's hard to say what might happen...

"Master of the Dragon Elephant Pavilion, are you trying to protect your subordinates?"

"My two disciples..."

Saint Eagle Qu Yu's thoughts shifted, and he had only spoken half of his words.

But Bai Xiao suddenly interrupted him.

"I killed your two disciples."

"If you want revenge, you can come find me. I'm always ready."

A cruel and wicked smile appeared on his cold face.

"you……"

Saint Eagle Qu Yu narrowed his eyes, about to speak.

In the distance, several figures suddenly appeared, silently watching this side. They were experts sent by the Martial Arts Association headquarters to maintain order at the martial arts tournament.

Even top-tier experts should refrain from recklessly slapping the Martial Arts Association in the face. After all, it is nominally the strongest force in the secret martial arts world.

Finally, Bai Xiao lowered his hand from Qu Yu's shoulder.

He led Canaan and Siyou away without looking back. Their strong, tall figures receded into the distance in the setting sun until they disappeared from sight.

Saint Eagle Qu Yu stared intently at the three people in the distance, his eyes dark and unfathomable.

They stayed for more than a minute before leaving the area.

Shortly after he left, with a deafening roar, a section of the road and foundation collapsed, turning into a dusty, deep crater. All of this stemmed from Bai Xiao's simple, light press of his hand.

……

five minutes later.

On his way back to the martial arts school, Bai Xiao received bad news.

Someone forced their way into the Dragon Elephant Martial Arts School!

"squeak."

The car was parked in the parking lot inside the martial arts school.

Bai Xiao stepped down and the first thing he saw was Ghost Face. His black trench coat had some tears, indicating that he had been fighting with an enemy.

"what happened?"

Bai Xiao asked.

"Master, someone just entered the backyard of the martial arts school, seemingly looking for something. I happened to run into him, and we started fighting. That person was very strong, at least a master of a Transcendent Realm style. I was almost injured in just a few exchanges. Fortunately, Elder Fang arrived, and the two of us joined forces to stop him, but we still couldn't stop him. He left quickly."

Ghost Face's face remained deathly pale as he spoke.

"Ok?"

Bai Xiao frowned slightly. His jade mine essence and the Glazed Enlightenment Lotus Platform were both kept in the backyard of the martial arts school. Could it be that the person came for these treasures?

"By the way, where's your mask?"

Bai Xiao looked at the rarely seen ghost face in front of him and suddenly asked.

"When we first started fighting, that person took it from me."

"He seemed very interested in my mask."

Ghost Face answered truthfully.

"Oh?"

Bai Xiao raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Could it be for the Netherworld Mask? Or perhaps, the Mother of Masks?"

Five minutes later, in the conference room.

Ghost Face took out a mask and placed it in front of White Owl's table.

Ever since that night when Yao Qing found Bai Xiao and told him that the Mother of Masks had acted strangely, he has kept this thing with him in case of any emergency.

Be careful tonight.

"The possibility of the intruder breaking in again cannot be ruled out."

Bai Xiao's gaze swept over everyone before he spoke.

He had a vague feeling that the intruder's purpose had not been achieved. Tonight, whatever the intruder's purpose, it would likely reappear. And Bai Xiao would personally wait to welcome this distinguished guest.

at the same time.

A breeding base on the outskirts of Donghai City.

The figure who had just broken into the Dragon Elephant Martial Arts School was reporting to his superiors.

"My lord, we've found it."

"The mask is indeed in the Dragon Elephant Martial Arts School."

"The Dragon Elephant Pavilion Master must possess a Primal Mask!"

The next second, the superior immediately responded.

"Stay put and await orders."

"I'm coming right away!"

The figure in black was immediately overjoyed.

His superior was one of the high-ranking members of the Demon Court, nicknamed Dark Star, who had once held absolute power in the northern Kingdom of Luca, wreaking havoc throughout the entire martial arts world. This time, he had been summoned back by the Demon Court to search for the Third Seat's Origin Mask. If he could achieve the greatest merit, it would be an immense achievement!

As the discoverer, I can naturally also benefit from the experience.

"Lord Dark Star has never failed in his mission!"

The figure in black had once served under Dark Star, stationed alongside him in the Kingdom of Luca. He had witnessed Dark Star's overwhelming power and terrifying strength; no one in the kingdom's martial arts world could rival him. In his eyes, Lord Dark Star was no less formidable than the likes of the Demon Knight, his strength unfathomable.

"The Dragon Elephant Martial Arts School is about to be massacred..."

……

11pm.

Dragon Elephant Martial Arts School, a place for quiet meditation.

Bai Xiao sat cross-legged, his entire state now at its peak.

Two antique-looking manuals lay quietly in front of him.

The Elephant King's Breathing Exercises

The Asura Pictorial Record

In addition, there was a hideous mask placed to the side.

Willing to take the bait...

He slowly opened his eyes and casually picked up one of the secret manuals.

They started reading quickly.

In an instant, the cultivation technique was refined.

(End of this chapter)