Chapter 982: Chapter 421: If You Want Revenge, I’m Always Ready!
“Woo…woo…”
The fierce wind roared through the canyon, the air currents swirling backward, and mist filled the air.
Bai Xiao turned around and exited the stage.
Behind him, the surging platinum-colored Qi, like a swallow returning to its nest, flowed back into Bai Xiao’s back, disappearing instantly and merging as one.
Amidst the bustling voices of the audience watching from the Cloud Mountain’s walls.
He walked slowly into the waiting hall.
Instantly, a barrage of sharp gazes was cast toward him. Some were wary, some hostile, some fierce; each gaze belonging to a formidable sect leader. Were it a common martial artist, they might be so overwhelmed by this presence they’d be scared out of their wits. However, Bai Xiao’s movements and expression remained unchanged, like ancient ice, as he returned to his seat.
He sat down slowly.
Immediately, many competitors began whispering among themselves.
“As expected of the Dragon Elephant Hall Master who’s recently gained fame in the East!”
“That was the White Holy Hall of the Heavenly Country, notorious in the White Eagle Republic. He once allied with the Black Holy Hall to wipe out over a dozen martial arts sects, expanding the power of the Heavenly Country. A peak expert lost just like that. It seems the Black Holy Hall isn’t a match for Bai Xiao either…”
“Dragon Elephant Hall Master Bai Xiao undoubtedly showcased the strength of the top sixteen or even top eight! As for higher, it depends on if he encounters those monsters. Sword Demon, Spirit King, Holy Knight and others. These sect leaders, who stand at the absolute pinnacle, have unrivaled power below the grandmaster level…”
“Does he have a chance at the top eight? Enviable. I heard that the competition before the quarter-finals follows the traditional format, with one-on-one matches determining the victor. But after reaching the top eight, it emulates the ancient style, where the strong discuss martial arts. The entire Yunshan Valley and even the adjacent beach groves become their battleground…”
“Moreover, it’s no longer one-on-one. It’s said that one person randomly picks two or three opponents, ranking based on multiple battles’ outcomes. But if someone suffers continuous losses, it’d be quite embarrassing…”
In the hall, people were engaged in fervent discussions.
Until the red-clothed host on the distant battle arena announced the fight numbers again, the competitors quieted down and looked ahead.
The seat in the fourth row on the far right.
Bai Xiao, the center of the discourse, remained exceptionally calm, his gaze vacant.
In front of him, rows of black information swiftly scrolled by.
[Your task “Victory Stance”, Experience +2400!]
[Task: Victory Stance (Accumulated Victory Points: 2400)]
He slightly curved his lips.
This was the real reward of this Martial Arts Competition for Bai Xiao.
“Extract.”
With a thought, the power of the Dark Red Modifier descended instantly, transforming into a red glow like a blurred evening glow, enveloping the entire martial artist profession of the Martial Arts Competition. With a wave of icy trembling and shaking, the glow faded quickly.
Before his eyes, the accumulated victory points had reset to zero.
[Dark Red Modifier]
[Potential Points: 3.8→75.8]
After one battle, more than seventy potential points.
Bai Xiao was quite satisfied.
Of course, it’s only achievable when battling peak sect leaders; ordinary opponents would never yield such gains. Surprisingly enough, this thirteenth Martial Arts Competition had gathered experts from all over the world, and as long as Bai Xiao could keep progressing, he wouldn’t lack peak sect leaders as opponents, allowing him to amass potential points.
“From now on, after every victory, I need to immediately convert the victory points from the Victory Stance task into potential points. Otherwise, in case the task interrupts and the victory points reset, it’d be a huge loss…”
Bai Xiao’s eyes flickered slightly and regained focus after a moment.
“After today, it’s down to the round of thirty-two, and tomorrow, the top sixteen will be determined. Another three-stage task will offer me a chance for professional enhancement. I wonder, can it bring me some surprises?”
His thoughts shifted, and his gaze turned back to the battle arena.
This Martial Arts Competition had competitors, half of whom were experts from around the world, naturally showcasing diverse and unique secret martial skills with distinct combat styles. Bai Xiao saw, for instance, a contestant practicing a seemingly horizontal training yet incredibly bizarre secret martial. His entire body was like pliable rubber, with any punches or kicks landing only exerting a compression effect akin to colloid, knocking back the attacker.
Another secret martial cultivator was exceedingly hideous, with densely packed blood-red steel needles pricking his exposed skin, including the face, seemingly placed on each acupuncture point. In battle, initially inferior, as blood needles were forced out, his fists and feet grew increasingly powerful, carrying terrifying might. In the end, with all blood needles gone from his arms, his appearance became exceptionally handsome. Every move of his fists and feet opened mountains and cracked stones as if explosive charges were detonated.
Additionally, there were joint techniques masters whose limbs moved freely and influenced opponents’ joints. Also, fast and slow fist experts, their surroundings seemingly caught in chaotic time flow, with trails of fleeting lights at times, and other times motionless as statues.
In this, Bai Xiao saw the moves of Sword Demon and Aurora Hawk and others.
However, it was rather boring.
Their opponents were too weak, unable to reveal much.
Sword Demon merely glanced at the opponent, as if a heart blade fell, the contestant opposite instantly had a blood mark from brow to chest, thus defeated.