Holy Fist!

Chapter 432 You'd better not run into me!
"Moo!!!"

A divine elephant treads the earth, its hooves pounding and its trunk raised!
"Boom, boom, boom!"

The air exploded inch by inch, like a powder keg exploding into a mountain, ignited in an instant. Layer upon layer of turbulent ripples frantically squeezed out dust and air currents, forming a huge, visible ring-shaped shockwave.

In the valley of Yunshan Mountain, all the spectators heard a long, resounding elephant roar that tore through the sky, like a muffled thunderclap, making their blood and hearts tremble. Thirteen dazzling golden elephant phantoms raced through the air, even briefly obscuring the blazing sun overhead.

The Dragon and Elephant True Scripture, the Earthly Elephant God Group!

In the square, Camus looked up at the sky, a look of shock flashing in his eyes. His strong, muscular body tensed involuntarily, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Mark of Dark Light, provide full protection!"

At that moment, he didn't hesitate. He mustered all his strength and activated all two thousand or so Nether Light Seals surrounding his right arm. In an instant, his entire right arm seemed to come from the netherworld, glowing with dark purple runes, like some unknown scripture.

"Bang!!!"

Camus raised his fist, and the terrifying force caused a ring of swirling white wind to appear within a fifty-meter radius around him. The ground within the ring rose several meters off the ground in that instant!

next second.

"Boom boom boom boom..."

"Empty, empty, empty, empty, empty..."

The terrifying blows from the two peak masters of their respective schools collided, instantly triggering a horrific effect. The air in that entire area distorted, refracting light like a pool of water. The earth cracked inch by inch, as if a mirror had been shattered on the ground. Mud gushed from the fissures, reaching heights of forty to fifty meters before cascading down like a shower of petals. In the distance, the river water flowed back into the fissures, but upon entering the area where the two forces' power remained, it began to evaporate violently, turning into plumes of white steam that rose into the sky.

On both sides of the mountain wall, on the observation platform.

Many spectators felt as if the mountain was shaking, and some small stones tumbled down, only to be intercepted mid-air by the martial arts tournament staff. A series of scorching waves of wind, with temperatures reaching at least 80 or 90 degrees Celsius, swept over them.

Fortunately, the spectators were all martial artists with considerable skill.

For an ordinary person, being enveloped by water vapor for even a moment would likely result in severe burns, and even watching a game from a distance could be life-threatening.

"call!"

Hot air currents rose into the sky.

At the entrance to the valley, cool air rushed in and turned into a gust of wind.

It swept away all the dust, gravel, and water mist in one go.

The center of the battlefield.

The scene was one of utter devastation, resembling a meat grinder battlefield from World War II, where countless shells had been unleashed over the course of months. The land was charred black, barren, and filled with billowing ash. Cracks stretched for hundreds of meters, crisscrossing the area, the square utterly destroyed.

There is only one downward-sloping pit, with the edge of the crystallized layer reflecting light.

Bottom of the pit.

A tall figure, radiating a golden, shimmering light, stood like an iron tower. He slowly withdrew his right hand, black smoke still rising from his palm.

It bears the marks of a terrifying collision and burning.

And on the opposite side.

A black figure knelt on the ground, his right fist on the ground, his head drooping, making it impossible to see his face. Only the dripping blood could be seen.

"Om..."

On Camus's right arm, the runes that had previously emitted an eerie purplish-red glow were now extremely dim, flickering at a low frequency. Upon closer inspection, one could also see fine cracks on the surface of the runes, like plant roots encircling every corner.

"Kakakaka!"

The next second, over two thousand Nether Light Seals simultaneously emitted a slight cracking sound, then completely dimmed and shrank, becoming a small black dot. Blood spurted from Camus's right arm, gushing out from numerous fine cracks.

He attempted to use the protection of two thousand Netherlight Seals to clash head-on with Bai Xiao's thirteen Earthly Spectrum Elephant Gods, hoping to secure victory. However, the final result was that the Netherlight Seals were severely damaged, and their power backfired. It would take Camus at least six months to restore them to their peak condition.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

He coughed violently in the pit and forced himself to stand up.

His dark eyes were fixed on Bai Xiao opposite him.

"This is the first time my two thousand Nether Light Seals have been broken through in an instant. You are stronger than any of the two thousand opponents I've faced before! Hahahaha, the Spirit King was right after all. Staying behind closed doors in the Star Glory Federation, you're trapped in your own limited understanding and unable to break free..."

Camus's mouth was bleeding, indicating he had suffered a serious injury. But at this moment, he seemed to have realized something, untied a knot in his heart and a burden, and felt more relaxed than ever before.

As the saying goes, destruction precedes construction.

Because no one had ever been able to instantly shatter all of Camus's Dark Light Seals, he had never perceived the rebirth within the decay. Only at this moment did Camus realize the true meaning of the Dark Light Fist. The protection of two thousand Dark Light Seals was merely superficial, making it appear fierce and powerful. But only the heart, only the self, is the foundation of the Dark Light Fist! His cultivation over the past forty years had completely gone astray.

"When the will to kill arises, the light of the underworld shines forth."

"This is the fundamental principle of the Fist of Dark Light!"

"The Mark of Netherlight is a protective technique. However, because this protective technique is too powerful, I gradually lost myself in it, searching for targets worthy of my hunt within the Star Radiance Federation, seeking the protection of the Mark of Netherlight..."

"I was too attached to appearances..."

Camus took a deep breath, his arm dripping with blood.

His entire body appeared somewhat shaky, yet a new power was sprouting within him, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, reviving once more. His dark killing intent continued to pulsate within his will, while countless dark light marks appeared around him, radiating a blackish-purple glow.

"Buzz!"

It took Camus over forty years to accumulate more than two thousand Nether Light Marks. He began accumulating them when he first started cultivating the Secret Martial Arts, and only now has this river of Nether Light Marks formed.

However, at this moment.

Camus surprisingly chose to disintegrate all the marks of the Netherworld.

"Ding ding ding ding..."

In an instant, the dark purple river crumbled inch by inch, transforming into a sky full of light, and the terrifying protective power vanished without a trace. However, in contrast, the slightly pulsating black killing heart below seemed to have received an unprecedented enhancement. All the dissipated dark purple light gathered out of thin air onto the heart, making it throb like a sun.

"So this is the Fist of Dark Light!"

Bottom of the pit.

Camus opened his eyes, feeling a profound and unprecedented sense of renewal. He looked at the white owl slowly approaching and exhaled a long, scorching white breath: "To express my gratitude, I offer you my newly mastered technique, the transformed Fist of Dark Light!"

Camus planted one foot on the ground, his powerful body resembling a drawn bow, his arm slightly tilted back, like the posture of throwing a javelin at a track and field meet.

"The light of the underworld shines everywhere!"

"call out!"

He threw a punch, aiming it at Bai Xiao.

The moment the fist landed, it transformed into a dazzling, dark purple sun, completely overshadowing the sun overhead. In the half of the sky where Camus was located, the clouds shattered, and a massive fist imprint descended.

It instantly collided with his fist, unleashing terrifying power.

Once the will to kill arises, the dark light shines forth!

"Rumble, rumble, rumble..."

……

Ahead, Bai Xiao stood like a rigid, cold statue. He watched silently as Camus's aura decayed like a punctured balloon, then revived, breaking through and rebuilding, ushering in a new dawn and new power.

Finally, summoning all his courage, he delivered a decisive blow to himself.

"Empty, empty, empty!"

The massive, overwhelming fist-shaped imprint rapidly magnified before my eyes.

In the howling wind, the white owl raised its head.

"Oh!"

The Six Heavenly Celestial Dragon roared out, its winding, scaled body resembling a golden mountain range, coiling around its raised arm and transforming into a punch.

"Whoosh!" There's no maximum value, only ever-increasing values!
Nestled in the valleys of Yunshan, six shimmering golden dragon phantoms simultaneously expanded and grew larger, transforming into monsters from the ancient, primordial era. They aimed at the purplish-black sky and the fist-shaped imprint that had transformed into a blazing sun…

A dragon's tail sweep!
"Boom!"

A fierce wind raged, and muffled thunder roared.

The entire sky seemed to be streaked with countless bolts of lightning. But in an instant, all the strange phenomena were swept away by an overwhelming force, forcibly returning to normal. Only scorching air currents swept through the entire valley.

"call out!"

"Oh!"

Right side of Yunshan Valley.

On the incredibly hard mountain wall.

Many spectators could clearly see a huge chasm carved out by a dragon's powerful tail strike, the smooth marks left by scales rubbing against each other. Within the deep, sloping chasm, a black figure was embedded.

"call out."

"Boom!"

Camus fell and crashed down, creating a crater.

His eyes were unfocused, his body was covered in blood, and he was on the verge of unconsciousness. Supporting himself with his arms, Camus managed to lift his head and look over.

Just across the river, the battle zone was visible.

There was a tall figure there, whose golden light had dissipated. He slowly turned around and, as if lifted by an invisible force, floated towards the waiting hall.

What a blatant numerical monster!
Camus's two thousand or so dark light marks attracted a palm strike!
He rose from the ashes in battle, his unwavering resolve allowing him to grasp the true essence of the Dark Light Fist, unleashing the deadly move, Dark Light Illuminates All. And another punch!
Dragons and elephants roared, shattering the heavens and earth!
"Cough cough cough..."

"Still can't do it?"

At this moment, it was unclear whether Camus was coughing or forcing a smile.

"The Dragon Elephant Pavilion Master is right."

"He's the real numerical monster of this martial arts tournament!"

He turned his head and looked at the waiting hall in the distance.

"Next, Light Eagle Film is probably in trouble."

"Shh."

Camus rolled over, perhaps hitting some wound, his face contorted in pain. He took a deep breath, gazing at the azure sky, where the white clouds had been shattered by the force, leaving only wisps of mist dissipating in all directions.

However, strong winds surged again, and the airflow reversed.

The surrounding clouds and mist gather together again, transforming into new cloud layers.

"A blessing in disguise, destruction precedes construction."

"Although I was defeated by Bai Xiao and fell short of the top eight in the martial arts tournament, what I gained is probably more than what I would have gained by continuing on..."

"It's up to you now, Bai Xiao."

"I wonder how far you can go? Will you also fall halfway down the road..."

His consciousness gradually blurred, and his vision went black intermittently.

A few seconds later, Camus completely lost consciousness, his breathing becoming weak.

In the distance, the staff of the martial arts tournament rushed over and carried him away. The black-clad referee, who had reappeared in the battle square, then announced...

"Number 11, Dragon Elephant White Owl, wins!"

For a moment, the clamor from the spectator stands on both sides drowned out the entire Yunshan Valley. Shouts of surprise and gasps of awe filled everyone's ears. The round of 16 had started with a major match. Bai Xiao and Camus, two top-tier fighters, had decisively decided their fate. Bai Xiao won a resounding victory, while Camus suffered a crushing defeat, leaving many stunned. They had considered the possibility of Camus losing, but not so easily and decisively, leaving them utterly silent.

Waiting hall.

Many contestants withdrew the aura defense that had enveloped the entire building, their gazes fixed intently on the front, where a tall figure slowly walked in.

"Tattoo..."

In their seats, Tang Qi with the Soul-Devouring Spear, Simon the Demon Bear, and Pasi the Blazing Sky all had a deep sense of apprehension in their eyes, their gazes fixed on Bai Xiao.

In the distance, the demon and the paladin, one shrouded in a black hood and the other hidden in a steel helmet, made it impossible to discern their emotions and expressions.

Dao Mo, however, looked at Bai Xiao and nodded slightly.

The Spirit King, who looked like a child, stroked his non-existent beard with an air of maturity and muttered to himself, "He's not someone to mess with."

Finally, a refined and elegant smile remained on Guangying Feilin's face. Her beauty was striking, her eyelashes curled white, like a blooming white lotus.

It was as if he and the victorious White Owl were good friends.

Yan You Yourong.

until.

"Tattoo..."

Bai Xiao entered the waiting hall and walked straight up to him.

His imposing figure stood tall and commanding.

A massive, dark shadow enveloped and shrouded Light Eagle Film.

Bai Xiao lowered his head and looked down, his cold lips curling into a ferocious smile.

"You better not run into me again, you bitch."

"I'm going to fuck you to pieces!"

"hehe."

In an instant, the friendly smile on Guangying Feilin's face froze.

His beautiful, delicate white mask almost shattered in two on the spot, revealing the dark, filthy nature beneath.

"you……"

Light Eagle Film raised his head, his anger rising, and was about to speak.

The white owl in front of him had already turned around and walked to his seat.

Sit down slowly.

Simple bad breath, ultimate enjoyment.

He never engages in internal strife; he's dedicated to making anyone who expresses malice towards him suffer. If the other party gets angry, Bai Xiao will be very happy!
hee hee~
Sitting in the cold seat, black text messages flashed across my vision.

This was one of the gains from the round of 16.

[Your mission "Perfect Victory" has been achieved, granting you +3500 victory points!]

[Mission: Complete Victory (Accumulated Victory Points: 3500)]

Three thousand five hundred victory points, no wonder he's called Camus, the Fist of Dark Light.

"That's equivalent to 105 potential points!"

"In addition, the prize for the top eight is over a pound of Enlightenment Tea..."

Bai Xiao took a deep breath; even he was slightly excited.

"Breaking through to the peak of a martial arts style master is within reach!"

(End of this chapter)