Chapter 277: Decisive Battle! White Owl vs. Ghost Face!
"After you die, I will help you inherit the secret weapon of fear that you practiced!" Under the mask, the corners of Ghost Face's mouth curled up slightly...
Through several trials and confrontations.
He was completely certain that Bai Xiao possessed a very powerful secret weapon of fear, and his status was extremely high, at least a first-class existence. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to break through his fear magic energy repeatedly without his spirit being affected at all.
If he could devour Bai Xiao's Fear Secret Weapon, his own Secret Weapon would evolve again! I couldn't imagine how it would be for Guimian, who already had a first-class Fear Secret Weapon, to evolve his skills twice in a short period of time, and then break through to the main realm of the school!
In addition, the Mother of Masks is a must-have.
It seems that once he establishes the Netherworld Martial Arts School, it will immediately become a formidable force, gain a foothold at an astonishing speed, and become a school owner-level figure.
When the time comes.
Ghost Face is no longer the Eastern Seven Stars of the younger generation, but a thriving new force, the owner of the Netherworld Martial Arts School, who can stand on equal footing with all the major schools! This is also the goal he has been working hard for all these years.
Thinking of this, even Ghost Face felt a little excited.
He took several deep breaths and gradually calmed down. He regained his cold and deep gaze, first glanced at the location of Xiahou Ping of Lei Zen Flow, then glanced at Bai Xiao again, and snorted in his heart.
"Let's deal with Xia Houping first..."
"Kill you again!"
Time flies and an hour goes by quickly.
The giant arena in the center of the martial arts arena was restored and basically the same as it was at the beginning. On the yellow rubber surface, red and white paint outlined a very tense artistic word with sharp edges.
"fist!"
Five minutes later, the audience gathered again.
A familiar host walked slowly onto the stage and announced directly: "The sixth round of the fighting competition, the second match, officially begins!"
He did not name the contestant.
But all the audience present knew that two figures emerged in their minds.
Evil ghost face!
Lei Zen Xiahou Ping!
Ghost Face's methods are mysterious and unpredictable, while Xiahou Ping's punches and kicks are powerful and explosive.
I wonder what will happen if the two of them fight?
The spectators held their breath and waited to see what would happen. Among them, a figure exuding an aura of "keep away from strangers" also cast his eyes over from the fierce bird station.
Arena.
On the left, a strong and tall man stands still, with his long and powerful arms hanging at his sides. His muscles are thick and sturdy, and the sun's fine golden light can be seen through them.
Blue jeans and a black off-the-arm tank top.
Xiahou Ping looks simple and strong.
On the right, he was wearing the same black windbreaker as always, with his shoulders held high, making his upper body look exceptionally strong. Under the windbreaker was a metal interior similar to armor, with a matte color. He also had black boots and a ferocious ghost mask.
The long black hair was like a waterfall, exuding a terrifying and weird aura.
The two were far apart, facing each other quietly.
"It's been a while since I last met you, Ghostface."
"I didn't expect that we would meet in the semi-finals of the fighting tournament."
Xiahou Ping's voice rumbled, and a powerful aura like a thunderbolt burst out from his body. The air around him flickered, and it looked like lightning and thunder. The hot breath surrounded his mouth and nose.
Directly opposite him, Ghost Face had no expression on his face and did not respond.
He looked at Xiahou Ping quietly with his dark and deep eyes.
"Five moves."
"What's the meaning?"
Xiahou Ping's face changed and his aura quickly became gloomy.
Just at this moment.
The black-clad referee next to the ring announced loudly to the audience.
“The game begins!”
Next second.
Xiahou Ping suddenly exploded, stomped his foot on the ground, and rushed out like an arrow. The contemptuous attitude of Ghost Face just now completely angered him, and the blood burning in his body was already boiling.
"Blast you!"
Xiahou Ping's body made several crisp noises, and his arms suddenly expanded. His strong arms with knotted veins seemed to be wrapped with tiny blue and white lightning flashes. He punched out, and it was like thunder exploding in the air.
“Boom!”
“Bang!”
A large hand wearing a black glove stood in front of him, blocking the punch at the critical moment. The two wrestled, black air and lightning suddenly exploded, and a circle of shock waves visible to the naked eye spread out, layer by layer.
"One move."
A magnetic voice sounded from under the hideous ghost mask.
The black energy all over Ghost Face's body suddenly expanded, like a ball of madly expanding plasma. The wide windbreaker behind him rustled, and a huge momentum rushed out like a tsunami, turning into a palm that pushed forward!
Xiahou Ping's pupils shrank.
“Bang!”
The screams of countless evil spirits broke out at the same time.
A strong figure stepped back with his feet, his shoes stomping on the ground, leaving a series of concave marks. Xiahou Ping's vest was torn and tattered, revealing his sturdy body underneath.
"call out!"
Just as he stabilized his body, another black figure suddenly appeared from the side like a ghost, and raised his right hand. Suddenly, a phantom of a Rakshasa holding two swords swung violently at him.
“Thunder Fist!”
"Thunder Whip!"
Xiahou Ping's eyes were solemn, and he used all his strength to fight back with his fists. His entire breathing and chest resonated, and there was a rumble like thunder. At the same time, his right arm swung out, like a whip of lightning and thunder.
"Zheng!"
The whip and the two swords collided heavily, and the air wave exploded.
You can clearly see a burst of golden red sparks exploding in the air.
“Two moves.”
In a trance, a calm voice sounded behind Xiahou Ping.
He turned around suddenly and rushed forward, causing the entire giant arena to shake violently. Xiahou Ping threw a punch as fast as lightning, and the muscles in his shoulders moved.
"Thunder Seal!"
“Crackle!!!”
Blue lightning exploded, and the air smelled of ionization. A blue, translucent fist print, half the size of a person's body, flew out at high speed.
"boom!!!"
The ground exploded and shattered, and dense cracks spread.
In the mist stirred up by the move, a black cloud suddenly flew up and down at high speed. Along with it, there appeared a black wave as high as dozens of stories, covering the sky and the sun, pressing down on it, giving people a suffocating feeling of being completely submerged and swallowed, with nowhere to escape and no way to retreat.
“Bang!”
Xiahou Ping flew out diagonally, and the blue lightning on his body exploded.
“Three moves.”
The voice was extremely calm and was catching up with them at an extremely fast speed.
"Thunderstorm!"
Xiahou Ping felt a strong threat, forcing him to go all out. In mid-air, Xiahou Ping turned over and pressed down, and the whole boxing technique was extremely tough and fierce. In an instant, he threw dozens or even hundreds of punches forward.
The lightning flashed one after another, squeezing and bursting, blasting and whistling. In a short period of time, it really seemed as if a thunderstorm had suddenly descended.
Crackling, crackling!
Blue arcs spread across the ground, like tree roots, and the rubber and air gave off a pungent stench. In this cage of thunder, even if one was just touched by a lightning bolt, one would be invaded and exploded by a fierce state of mind.
Although they are all Seven Stars, few people dare to take on Xiahou Ping's move!
However, the black figure in front of him suddenly rushed in. However, the moment he came into contact with the thunder area, a huge cavity appeared inexplicably, which first carved out a path for the ghost face.
Xiahou Ping's pupils suddenly shrank and he suddenly saw it.
The blue arc was stretched out, outlining a huge figure as tall as a hill, with a shapeless and transparent body, but extremely ferocious. The surface seemed to be wrapped with dense spike chains, and holding a large axe in his hand.
"boom!"
The axe is raised and it chops down!
In an instant, a huge translucent axe shadow whistled and tore through the entire thunder area, just like a reef splitting the waves.
“Bang!!!”
Xiahou Ping was immediately hit by the attack, and an exaggerated wound appeared on the surface of his chest, with blood and flesh flying, and scarlet liquid dripping down.
He groaned and staggered backwards.
"Four moves."
Ghost Face landed lightly on the ground, stepped forward with his black boots, and walked slowly. The ring behind him rumbled, as if some huge monster was following him.
“Hiss…”
As the fearful demonic energy spread, the executioner's true appearance was revealed. It was a terrifying bronze giant, as tall as a two-story building, with bloodstains all over its monstrous body. The head was replaced by a bloody hole.
“Ahhhhhh…”
There seemed to be hellish roars and screams coming from inside.
In front of him, Xiahou Ping was horrified. He never expected that Ghost Face had become so powerful! Originally, Ghost Face was indeed very strong among the Seven Stars, but it was definitely not at this level of crushing.
Could it be that his strength has improved dramatically recently? !
“Extreme realm!”
Xiahou Ping had no choice but to enter his strongest state.
"Thunderous Zen Sound!"
He put his hands together, and terrifying blue-white lightning appeared all over his body, like densely packed little snakes crawling. His eyes opened, and the pupils turned into a blazing blue, and his aura like a volcanic eruption rose steadily.
Xiahou Ping stretched out his arms, and a large translucent bell made of blue lightning appeared around his body. It was simple and majestic, and contained extremely condensed explosive power. A circle of circular scorch marks caused by thunder and high temperature appeared on the ground, and pungent poisonous gas rose.
"Shura Transformation."
At some point, a figure seemed to walk out of the darkness, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Xiahou Ping. Ghost Face slowly stretched out his right hand in a leather glove, grabbing at the air. The air was surging, and a strong void frequency descended. A mysterious sickle wrapped in black air suddenly appeared.
He held it in one hand and raised it diagonally.
It should be noted that Ghost Face did not hold the sickle handle tightly, but held it loosely as if there was a layer of air in between. Even so, his black gloves were broken into pieces, and dense blood spots appeared on his slender palms. If it lasted too long, the flesh and blood would probably disintegrate into bones.
But, it doesn't take that long to use the Shura Scythe.
One hit is enough!
"Zheng!"
Ghost Face grabbed the sickle and swung it out!
“Crack!”
A black cut mark appeared on the floor of the ring, dividing the arena into half.
"clang!"
The ancient thunder bells surrounding Xiahou Ping's body shook violently, making a terrifying explosion. Thunders trembled violently, and in the blink of an eye, they were so hot that they were unimaginable.
“Crack!”
The ancient bell shattered and the extreme realm exploded.
A strong figure flew out of the ring, with blood spurting out of his body, and then fell heavily about forty or fifty meters away from the ring.
Lei Chanliu, Xiahou Ping, defeated!
At the edge of the ring, a figure in a black windbreaker stood quietly and retracted his gaze. The sickle in his hand disappeared, and he slowly turned around and walked towards the bottom of the ring.
"Five moves."
Defeat the enemy in five moves!
The opponent is one of the Seven Stars in the East!
The evil ghost face is so terrifying!
For a moment, the spectators who witnessed the entire process of the match were speechless and in a state of shock. In five moves, Ghost Face defeated Xiahou Ping with great ease, just like strolling around!
That kind of crushing performance is even more exaggerated than that of the Fierce Fist White Owl!
All of a sudden, many supporters who had believed that Bai Xiao would win the Eastern Dark World Fighting Championship were wavering and hesitant. The final outcome was still unknown, and the winner was unclear.
It will probably be difficult to guess until the last moment.
Auditorium, rest area.
Bai Xiao looked at Xiahou Ping who was carried away from a distance, and then looked at Ghost Face with deep eyes. There was nothing surprising before, everything was within his expectations. Only the last move, the feeling of the hair on the skin standing up in an instant, represented danger. That deep sense of danger did not even come from Ghost Face himself, but from the hideous black sickle.
"What is that sickle?"
A trace of vigilance rose in Bai Xiao's heart.
Of course, he didn't feel any fear.
It was true that Ghost Face defeated Xiahou Ping in five moves, showing amazing performance and shocking the audience in the entire martial arts arena. But it was not impossible for Bai Xiao to do it! The whole problem was whether he was willing or not.
In fact.
If Bai Xiao burst out with all his strength as soon as he entered the field, and used all his physical strength, and started with the Stone Dragon Transformation, followed by the Golden Bone Skill, the Colossus Skill, and the last move, the Water Bird Soaring, to sweep the entire field, would he really be slower than the Ghost Face in defeating his opponent? No! It's just that Bai Xiao didn't want to, so how much experience would he lose?
Only a fool would care about the face but not the substance.
In every game, he seeks a win-win situation.
Not only can you defeat your opponents, but you can also earn rich experience points.
One person wins twice!
Ghost Face does not have the amazing talent of White Owl, and cannot benefit from the competition. He naturally acts spontaneously and fights quickly. The two are fundamentally different.
"Whatever it is, we'll know once we get on the ring!"
Bai Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly, with strong confidence filling his chest.
If an enemy comes, we will fight him; if a flood comes, we will block it with earth. As long as he knew in advance that the ghost face had a method like the sickle, he would have taken precautions and occupied the upper hand.
What we see next is just free play.
…
Time passed little by little, and lunch and break time went by in a flash.
The huge martial arts arena was filled with spectators. At a glance, it was crowded with people, and the sound of whispering could be heard one after another. The words "White Owl" and "Ghost Face" could be heard frequently in the conversations.
Today, the champion of the Eastern Dark World Fighting Tournament.
It will be born between the two of them!
The winner will be the strongest of the younger generation in the East!
Circular arena.
The host slowly walked to the center, looked around the audience, and rang out in a resounding voice: "Quiet, everyone, be quiet first! Be quiet!"
Suddenly, there was complete silence all around, and everyone seemed to be holding their breath.
Waiting for the next moment.
Two seconds later.
The host faced forward and announced loudly in an extremely resonant voice.
"Eastern Dark World Fighting Tournament, seventh round, first match."
"It's also the finals of the Eastern Dark World Fighting Tournament!"
"Officially begins!"
Fierce Fist White Owl!
war!
Evil ghost face!
(End of this chapter)
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