Holy Fist!

Chapter 431 I'm the only numerical monster!
More than two thousand seals of dark light!

This means that during Camus's growth, he considered more than two thousand opponents worthy of being killed! And those who were not qualified to become the Mark of the Dark Light would only be more numerous! It's truly unimaginable how many people Camus killed in his lifetime? It would probably be at least in the five-figure range.

in the sun.

Kamus, the Fist of Dark Light, has black hair, black eyes, and wears black clothes.

He wasn't very tall, nor very short, probably just under 1.8 meters, a full head shorter than Bai Xiao. His appearance was ordinary, the kind you'd pass by on the street and then never see again. A simple black training uniform clung to his body, highlighting his stronger and more muscular physique than the average person, making him stand out slightly.

Camus stood in the battle square.

Despite being hailed as a top-tier killer, he exuded not a trace of murderous aura or killing intent, a stark contrast to Black Templar Isaac, White Owl's other opponent from that morning. Camus looked like a nobody who would be easily dispatched by Black Templar Isaac, and neither the audience nor the others could discern his true nature.

However, the remaining fourteen contestants in the waiting hall showed no sign of underestimating them. At their level, at the pinnacle of their sect's leadership, the more unassuming they were, the more ordinary they appeared, their aura concealed like that of an ordinary person. But once a real fight broke out, they were far from simple!
In the center of the square.

Bai Xiao, dressed in a black and gold dragon and elephant fighting suit, stood motionless like a stiff, cold statue, emitting no aura whatsoever. He seemed to be enveloped in a deathly silence, the air itself frozen.

However, Camus, the Fist of Dark Light, could sense it. The powerful figure ahead, once still, would move with earth-shattering force!
Just like in the morning's match, he instantly defeated Isaac of the Black Temple.

"Ha ha……"

"This is the true demeanor of a strong person."

"Your previous opponent, Isaac of the Black Templar, couldn't even control his murderous aura and killing intent; he couldn't rein it in at will. Before the battle, he even released it, attempting to suppress his enemy, and was quite smug about it. In reality, in front of a true master, his aura was like an inflated balloon, easily burst. He was just a paper tiger, utterly ineffective as a deterrent..."

Camus, with his dark eyes fixed on the expressionless White Owl, chuckled. He appeared remarkably relaxed, showing none of the signs expected of someone about to engage in battle, not even a hint of tension. It was unclear whether this was his natural personality or if he genuinely enjoyed fighting.

Camus shifted his feet slightly, his head always facing Bai Xiao, his neck cracking as he gently twisted it. He spoke with a half-smile.

"I have news for you."

"Just now, when the host announced that the first match of the round of 16 would be between you and me, Guangying Feilin secretly sent me a message telling me to teach you a lesson with all my might, and preferably leave you with a painful price to pay."

"Afterwards, he will give me enough benefits."

Bai Xiao, who had been as cold and silent as a statue, finally looked up.

"Oh?"

Camus stopped in his tracks, his smile vanishing.

"But I refused."

"I, Camus, for decades, have fought and killed only according to my own will. It is I who want to fight you, it is I who want to defeat you with my killing fist. It has nothing to do with any benefits I receive or any promises I make. Heh heh, if I were to use the Fist of the Underworld to defeat you for such reasons, it would only prevent my killing intent from reaching its full potential, stopping me here..."

Bai Xiao slowly glanced at Camus.

This guy was quite frank. He was rather arrogant at first, but now he's becoming rather interesting. He's probably the first interesting opponent Bai Xiao has encountered.

At least.

Camus's devotion to the Tao and his unwavering commitment to it were exceptionally strong.

"Light Eagle Film?"

"It seems that what Death Sword Sig told me before was pretty much true."

Bai Xiao turned his head slightly, glancing at the waiting hall out of the corner of his eye.

In the first row sat an elegant figure in white armor.

Its appearance is like a sacred lotus, but its substance is like mud.

……

Just as the two finished their conversation.

Beside the battle plaza, a referee in black suddenly announced loudly.

"The first round of the round of 16 to 8 is about to begin!"

For a moment, everyone's attention was focused on the battlefield.

"despair."

Camus lifted his right foot and stomped it on the ground, then his entire center of gravity suddenly shifted forward, like a lion or other predator poised to pounce on its prey. He slammed both feet down, as if being smashed into the ground by a surge of explosive energy and terrifying killing intent, causing countless cracks to spread across the surface.

"Dragon Elephant White Owl..."

"Let me personally assess your worth!"

"Boom!!!"

The ground shook violently.

Camus moved like a meteor, darting across the ground at incredible speed and carving a vacuum cavity in the air. The killing intent emanating from him had solidified into a surging cloud of black smoke.

"Oh!"

The indistinct fist suddenly flashed.

It struck at Bai Xiao's left temple at extremely high speed.

"clang!"

Suddenly, a large hand intercepted Camus's fist. As the hand and fist collided, four streams of white energy, like long blades, shot out from between Bai Xiao's fingers, flying diagonally into the sky and spreading for a full hundred meters before weakening and dissipating. A massive burst of golden-red flames erupted, expanding to four or five meters in size.

Camus's attack appeared unremarkable, yet upon impact, it unleashed a terrifying power capable of shattering mountains and splitting rocks. There was no grand display, only extreme concentration. Any opponent who underestimated this attack would likely be severely injured on the spot.

"call!"

The gale was instantly dispersed by the platinum-gold airflow.

A tall, unharmed figure was exposed to the golden sunlight.

next second.

"Bang bang bang!"

The two figures blurred instantly, transforming into numerous afterimages facing different directions. These afterimages, some throwing punches, others kicking, displayed over a dozen different movements. It was as if, simultaneously, a dozen or so White Owls and Camus appeared in the plaza, engaged in a frenzied battle.

That was a testament to the extreme speed and exquisite combat skills of both sides!

Kamius, the Fist of Dark Light, relies on decades of killing, walking the line between life and death, and honing his terrifying skills through the trials of time.

But Bai Xiao is cheating!
"Oh!"

In an instant, a loud bang echoed across the square.

The dozens of illusory figures of White Owl and Camus vanished, leaving only two. White Owl raised his thick, marble-like left arm, forcefully blocking Camus's double-arm clamping attack. His right arm pierced through the opponent's defenses, striking Camus's chest with a palm strike.

"call out!!!"

The clothes exploded in mid-air, turning into hundreds of pieces of cloth.

Camus flew straight out, like a missile launched at high speed, leaving a white trail of flame in mid-air.

"Zheng!"

He flew parallel to the ground, creating a gust of wind.

With a sudden turn, his right hand transformed into a blade, slashing fiercely into the battle square, carving out a trench over a hundred meters long before finally stopping.

"despair."

Camus straightened up and stood firmly on his feet.

He looked down at the bloody palm print on his chest.

"A physical physique that is unparalleled in the world!"

"No wonder you're not afraid of getting close."

Camus took a deep breath, and the remaining scraps of fabric on his shoulders fluttered up as if lifted by a mysterious force. He spread his legs, one to the left and one to the right, his stride wider than his shoulders. His center of gravity lowered slightly, and his head tilted forward, as if looking at the ground. One arm hung down to the lower left, and the other was raised to the upper right, both in a strange gesture. The little finger and ring finger were clenched into a fist, while the middle finger, index finger, and thumb were slightly loosely clenched, like the powerful claws of an eagle.

"Fist of the Dark Light!"

"Netherlight Seal!"

Without the slightest hesitation, after sensing the overwhelming power emanating from Bai Xiao, Camus activated his core secret weapon, the Fist of Dark Light, a world-renowned top-tier killing technique!

"Buzzing..."

In an instant, countless dark purple, rune-like patterns lit up on Camus's right arm, circling around and spreading like vines across his arm. Upon closer inspection, these tiny runes appeared alive, like tadpoles or fry swimming, exuding an eerie and dangerous aura.

These are the Dark Light Seals of the Dark Light Fist.

If you count carefully, there are a total of two thousand and fifty-eight questions!

Each Netherlight Seal grants a layer of protection to the practitioner of the Netherlight Fist, comprehensively enhancing Camus's strength, speed, defense, and even his energy regeneration, recovery speed, and reaction efficiency. Perhaps the effect of a single Netherlight Seal is negligible, almost insignificant. However, with over two thousand Netherlight Seals, even an ordinary person could be transformed into a superhuman!
Not to mention, Camus is a top-tier master of the style.

"Kakakaka..."

Instantly, his aura surged, and a distorted current of air enveloped an area of ​​several dozen meters in radius, forming a visible sphere. The terrifying commotion was like an earthquake, causing the rubble on the ground to tremble continuously.

"White Owl!"

"No need for any probing, let's just go for it..."

"Defeat me in my Dark Light Seal form, and you will win!"

Camus inhaled sharply, drawing all the terrifying aura and power from all directions back into his body. He stomped his foot on the ground, creating a blurry ring of air around him with a loud bang—a clear demonstration of breaking the sound barrier. Camus's speed, enhanced by the Nether Light Seal, was terrifyingly fast.

"call out!"

He split the entire battle plaza and suddenly appeared behind Bai Xiao.

"Boom!"

A punch landed, like a shooting star.

"Oh!"

The tall figure in the black and gold fighting suit moved forward sideways, his feet leaving golden and red sparks as he rubbed the ground, like a train rolling over rails.

"call out!"

Before White Owl could even get his footing, Camus reappeared.

Like a ghost, he threw a punch at Bai Xiao's right waist. The dense array of dark light marks on his right arm lit up.

An extremely terrifying force, like a flash flood, roared through the air, forcefully shattering the obstructing airflow inch by inch.

"Roar!!!"

"Moo!!!"

Just as the fist was about to strike.

Bai Xiao's entire body erupted with a dazzling golden light, and his terrifying white-gold aura expanded and roared. He transformed into a giant golden shadow, with more than a dozen dragon and elephant phantoms roaring and running around him, his aura incredibly powerful.

Camus's punch was incredibly powerful, capable of easily defeating a peak-level martial arts master. However, in that instant, he encountered the Xuanwu Thunder Embryo, the Glazed Golden Light, and even the Earth Glazed Elephant God and the Heavenly Glazed Sacred Dragon, all of which blocked his attack. In the end, it seemed to strike a body forged from black iron.

The White Owl's physical strength stat of 250 points makes it indestructible.

The remaining force poses no threat whatsoever.

"Kakakaka..."

White Owl slowly turned his head, revealing half of his rugged profile, glancing at Camus out of the corner of his eye. His expressionless face exuded a sense of defeat.

"Shh!"

Camus's face blurred and vanished instantly.

In less than the blink of an eye, he had already appeared on Bai Xiao's other side. His right arm was raised high, and the air around his fist was flying wildly.

It seemed to be telling the story of an impending terrorist attack.

"Bang!!!"

With a single punch, the mountains crumbled and the earth split.

With the blessing of the Mark of Dark Light, Camus's punch shattered the entire battle plaza into pieces, sending cement flying and dirt gushing forth. And that wasn't all; deep cracks spread outwards in all directions from the ground.

It stretched all the way to the river in the distant valley, where the water overflowed.

Trees fell, and the weather changed color.

The power of this attack...

No more than ten participants in this martial arts tournament will be able to complete the remaining rounds.

But, the moment the iron fist landed.

The instigator, however, uttered a sound of doubt.

"Ok?"

Before Camus was only a huge, dark crater, billowing smoke. But there was no sign of White Owl's golden figure inside.

His eyes darted around, quickly looking left and right, but there was still nothing there.

Just about to turn around.

Behind me, at a very close distance, a voice rang in my ears.

"Too little power"

"Too slow."

"Activate all your Dark Light Seals, then come and fight me!"

……

"call out!"

Camus suddenly threw a punch behind him, like a counterattack, creating a straight piercing trajectory that left a semi-transparent effect in his field of vision.

He was incredibly fast and powerful, his fist rapidly approaching Bai Xiao.

However, this attack consistently failed to hit its target.

The golden figure ahead stood with his hands behind his back, seemingly blending into the wind. Furthermore, an invisible wave seemed to lift him up, as if he had escaped the pull of gravity and was suspended in mid-air.

Bai Xiao moved horizontally close to the ground at an incredibly fast speed.

On the shattered battle square.

Two figures, one in front of the other, one to the left and one to the right, suddenly sped off horizontally at supersonic speed, like two orbs of light, one gold and one black. But the black orb of light could never catch up with the gold one, it could only get infinitely closer.

"despair."

Bai Xiao suddenly stomped his foot on the ground.

The golden light shot into the sky, transforming into a rainbow of light, instantly gaining immense speed and inertia. Its terrifying impact was like that of a missile. Bai Xiao directly entered the "Sunrise Rainbow" state of the Flying Immortal Scripture.

"Shhhhhhhhhh..."

In an instant, the entire plaza, and even the entire sky, was filled with crisscrossing straight lines of white-gold rainbow light, shattering space into fragments. On the ground, Camus could no longer keep up with White Owl's speed.

"Whoosh!"

The white owl stretched high into the sky like a fighter jet.

"call out!"

Then it accelerated its dive again.

It fell like a missile towards that tiny black dot in the square.

In that instant, Bai Xiao broke through several times the speed of sound.

"This martial arts tournament..."

He pressed his palm down.

Thirteen Earthly Elephant Gods roared forth with primal, wild fury.

"I'm the only numerical monster!"

(End of this chapter)