Holy Fist!-Chapter 632 - 316 Young generation, physique reigns supreme!

In Bai Xiao’s eyes, the Dark World Fighting Competition is a grand feast.

A tiger among sheep, must feast till full to be worthy of the journey.

A giant arena.

This battle venue is made from a single piece of solid rock, mostly buried underground, thick and heavy. It is uncertain whether the deeply engraved powerful characters in the middle of the rock affect it, but the entire arena seemed to be enveloped by an invisible charm. In the past four matches, there were intense Extreme Realm clashes with astonishing impact, but it still did not cause a single crack in this rock.

Bai Xiao stands quietly on the right side, his robust figure towering under the sunlight.

He is wearing a platinum tight-fitting combat suit, with a fierce raptor pattern that’s mesmerizing. His strong arms hanging down slowly, muscles firm, with veins faintly visible under the bronze skin. His legs firmly rooted on the ground, like columns, giving an impression of indestructibility and steadfastness.

It’s a feeling of absolute immovability in the face of any storm.

Underneath the arena, whispers of discussions emerged from all directions.

"Bai Xiao, nicknamed Fierce Fist, won the Eastern Dark World Fighting Competition champion two days ago. He had eliminated Breeze of Breath Liu Xinzong and Evil Ghost Face in the semi-finals and finals, respectively, defeating them head-on. This is a dark horse that couldn’t be darker. Truly an unknown genius before the start of this competition..." A man with short steel needle-like hair commented.

"From the previous matches, it seems Bai Xiao’s cross-training physique is unrivaled in the East, mastering multiple hard skills to the Great Achievement Realm! He can counter others’ attacks head-on, aggressively fight back, and finally defeat the enemy with a single move..."

"Well, it’s a coincidence, I’ve heard a bit about his opponent. Lan Sand Fist Xia Hao from the Western Secret Martial World, is in the Extreme Realm, possessing destructive power, and born with strong offensive and aggressive tendencies. His hands enveloped in Lan Sand, during attacks, work like grinding drills, comparable to high-speed metal jets, easily injuring or even maiming opponents. Considering their strongest points, they are two extremes. It’s uncertain whether the spear is stronger, or the shield is stronger?"

On the spectator seats, two viewers began an enthusiastic discussion.

On the arena.

Bai Xiao calmly looks towards the opposite side, his gaze unchanged.

Number sixteen, Lan Sand Fist Xia Hao.

With a height of 1.8 meters, a robust and muscular build, rough skin glowing bronze under the sun. When he came on stage, he had already removed his upper clothes, revealing completely naked strong muscle contours. His shoulders raised high, with lines like carved knives, extending all the way down his arms.

Finally gathering at his knuckle-covered fists.

"Eastern champion?"

"A tough opponent, but not unbeatable!"

Xia Hao looked at Bai Xiao from afar, his eyes showing no fear but intense fighting spirit. Because he doesn’t think he’s weak, it’s just that Free Heaven Canaan was too strong! Her simple monk robe suppressed an era in the Western Secret Martial World, suffocating everyone. The East has the Seven Stars shining brightly, reflecting each other’s glory. But the West has only one person!

Xia Hao believed that if it were anyone but Free Heaven Canaan, he would have a chance to compete for the Western championship.

"According to the latest collected information."

"When Bai Xiao won the Eastern Dark World Fighting Competition championship, Liu Xinzong and Ghost Face were still in the Martial Fighter Realm. Now, they’ve broken through to sect leader position. Counting it, Bai Xiao, the so-called champion, ranks only third in Eastern battle power..."

Xia Hao silently mused.

Not sure if he was encouraging himself, or really thought so.

He took a deep breath, his arms slowly raised. On his rugged, rock-like arms, veins bulging, like little snakes winding around.

"Fierce Fist Bai Xiao?"

"Let me show you what it means to have unparalleled skill and the Lan Sand Fist!"

Like a sweeping storm in the desert wasteland, explosive momentum rises sharply.

Xia Hao’s entire state adjusts to the peak.

At this moment.

The black-clad referee below the arena loudly announced.

"Match begins!"

At the command, winds roared from all directions. The sudden desert wind, like a furious beast, rushed forth with sharp and shrill howls. The originally clear arena instantly shrouded by yellow sand, casting a dimly lit, hazy glow, hard to see.

"Crack! Crack!"

Sand wrapped by wind, like densely packed bullets, fiercely hit the ground, exploding inch by inch. People in it, like withered grass, swaying violently in the wind, seemingly about to be uprooted any moment. Flying sand filled the air, invading mouths, noses, and eyes, making it hard to breathe, each breath accompanied by dryness and sting. It was a destructive sandstorm!

"Straight to Extreme Realm!?"

"Xia Hao is not testing, going all out directly!"

The audience below shouted in surprise.

In the arena.

Lan Sand Fist Xia Hao’s hands slightly lowered, striding forward, accompanied by yellow sand storms roaring behind him. Each advance of a meter, the sandstorm spreads a meter, stones grinding and destroying the ground.

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