Holy Fist!-Chapter 732 - 345 Three-day Martial Trial, Gate Master Level Opponent! (6k)_2

Chapter 732: 345 Three-day Martial Trial, Gate Master Level Opponent! (6k)_2

"Let me see the Door Worshiping Letters from those schools."

He walked straight to the main seat and sat down boldly.

"Hall Master, up till now, there have been four schools."

Ghost Mask immediately stopped his work, took out five Door Worshiping Letters from another pile of documents, all in uniform black envelopes.

The seals were marked with vermilion red wax stamps.

Main seat.

Bai Xiao took them over and opened them one by one to read.

Upon reviewing each one, he realized they were all from Third-class Factions.

River Stopping Palm.

Six-winged Falcon Fist.

Shadow Hunting Hummingbird Fist.

Five Finger Broken Water Flow.

The visitors were either the faction leaders or the Great Elders of those factions.

"Hall Master, these are their performance records, already compiled."

Ghost Mask timely walked over and handed over a stack of documents.

Bai Xiao opened them to browse through, his gaze swiftly sweeping across them, with little change in his facial expression. Among these challengers, the weakest still had the early period realm of a Senior Faction Master, with the strongest in the late period of a Senior Faction Master. For instance, the leader of the Six-winged Falcon Fist had already spent ten years in the senior late period, nearly reaching the Transformation Realm.

This person’s combat experience was extremely rich and was rather battle-enthusiastic.

He had even fought with several masters of the same realm and remained undefeated. His Falcon Fist had even been pushed to the extreme of six wings.

Accelerating in an instant, faster than lightning, slicing like a sharp knife.

"The faction leader of the Six-winged Falcon Fist sends a Door Worshiping Letter; he probably comes for the title I hold as the national champion of the Dark World Fighting Competition." Bai Xiao analyzed calmly and rationally. This identity can bring benefits but also trouble. Many schools and martial arts halls might come to kick the Dragon Elephant Martial Arts Hall just because its Hall Master is Bai Xiao, thus adding many opponents unexpectedly.

"But, it doesn’t matter."

"No matter how many Door Worshiping Letters come, I will take them all!"

Bai Xiao’s eyes slightly narrowed, faintly revealing a dangerous aura.

Even in the face of the older generation of masters in the Eastern Secret Martial World, he has nothing to fear. In the later stages of the national Dark World Fighting Competition held in the Imperial Capital, the top young talents he encountered were not much worse than the so-called older generation, only lagging slightly in realms.

"Knock knock knock..."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door outside the conference room.

"Come in."

Ghost Mask looked up and spoke.

Immediately, the door opened, and Feng Xun quickly stepped inside from outside.

"Hall Master, Deputy Hall Master."

"We received another Door Worshiping Letter."

He held a standard format envelope with a black background and red lacquer in his hand.

"Which faction is it from?"

Ghost Mask asked.

Feng Xun opened it directly in front of them, and his face slightly changed.

He raised his head again, looking at Bai Xiao and Ghost Mask.

"It’s from the Beichen Cross Sword!"

Ghost Mask’s brow immediately furrowed; he knew this school. Beichen Cross Sword is one of the twelve Second-class Factions in East Sea City and a member of the Heavenly Gang Association. Its leader, Kui Zhenghong, is a master in the Transformation Realm!

About three years ago, Kui Zhenghong tested his sword in the southeast and participated in the twelfth Martial Arts Conference, performing stunningly. The Beichen Cross Sword had reached near perfection. After the conference, he quickly broke through to the Transformation Realm level, succeeding the old faction leader and becoming the leader of the Beichen Sword Sect.

For the last three years, Kui Zhenghong had been quietly cultivating with focus, rarely participating in other activities. It was unexpected that he would come to kick the hall this time.

Could it be that after three years of honing, he finally had a breakthrough?

Planning to seize this opportunity to test his sword again?

"Hall Master, this..."

Ghost Mask turned to Bai Xiao, looking slightly worried.

"No worries."

"When soldiers come, they will fight; when water comes, they will cover the ground."

"If Kui Zhenghong is really coming, I’ll meet him."

Bai Xiao pressed his right hand on the tabletop and slowly stood up, calm and composed.

For him, this is both a challenge and an opportunity. Having broken through under the Enlightenment Tea Tree to enter the realm of a Faction Master, Bai Xiao had yet to test his level of strength, and this was a perfect opportunity to test his skills!

...

Time passed quickly, and soon it was nine in the morning.

Longjiang District, Dragon Elephant Martial Arts Hall.

At the main entrance, the crackling sound of firecrackers continued endlessly.

On both sides of the red carpet.

There stood Evil Ghost Face, Shadow Assassin Si Yu, Ghost Wolf He Xiang, Ghost Snake Xie Yang, and Crying Sword Fengxun, Bai Xiao’s five nominal disciples, forming a line to welcome guests. Every once in a while, a representative from another faction or martial arts hall in East Sea City would come and present a small gift.

Whether it be jade, weapons, or boxing manuals.

Perhaps not very precious, but they were enough to show sincerity.

They were all here to watch the contest, not to engage in fighting and killing, but to join in the excitement. To see which factions would come to Dragon Elephant Martial Arts Hall to kick the hall.

Time slowly passed; by nine-thirty.

Dragon Elephant Martial Arts Hall, front courtyard, outdoor fighting arena.

Unexpectedly, dozens of schools had gathered together. When acquaintances met, they chatted in groups of twos and threes. The total number of people had surpassed a hundred, far livelier than the usual day of the opening of a school.

At nine thirty-one.

Suddenly, two tall figures walking side by side attracted the attention of the crowd. One was tall and mighty, dressed in a white training uniform, as strong as a young bull calf. The other had a slender and fit build, wearing blue jeans and a black backless vest, with hard short hair standing upright like steel needles.

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