Chapter 610: Consecutive Defeats

"Bang bang bang..."

On the arena, the sounds rang like firecrackers without cease; only the flashing blades and shifting figures could be seen, with fierce qi surging like a tide.

"What a domineering fist!" Everyone stared at Huang Xiao in shock.

Zhang Zhang Hanzhou's blade technique was sharp and ruthless, swift as a charging thunderbolt, the blade light enveloping all directions, yet it proved of little use; no matter what means he employed, Huang Xiao shattered them all with a single punch.

Even when a half-spirit weapon's true form slashed down, he resisted it bare-handed, sparks flying in all directions.

"His physical body is nearly perfected." Xu Yang watched Huang Xiao's physique, his eyes flickering.

Of course, nearly perfected does not equal perfected.

Without comprehending the martial dao imagery, even cultivating for another hundred years would only result in being nearly perfected; the gap between perfected and nearly perfected, while not quite like a heavenly chasm, was close enough.

What truly concerned him was Huang Xiao's fist technique; it was undoubtedly a superior fist art, its power truly terrifying.

"This is one of the supreme arts of the Huang Feng Valley, named the Bai Hu Shatters Gold Fist, and it is already nearing the realm of comprehending martial dao imagery."

Seeing Xu Yang's eyes burning with intensity, Jiang Fan knew he was not very familiar with the Huang Feng Valley and immediately began to explain.

The Bai Hu Shatters Gold Fist is one of the top fist techniques of the Huang Feng Valley; only those of the Valley Master's lineage, those bearing the surname Huang, may cultivate it.

The inheritance of the Huang Feng Valley differs from that of the Ziyang Sect; the Ziyang Sect's Sect Master inheritance and Peak Master inheritances all restrict transmission to father to son, son to grandson.

For instance, the current Sect Master, Zhang Zhang Jingyuan, even if Zhang Zhang Jingyuan's son were a genius, could not become his disciple, nor could he even enter Tianquan Peak.

The Huang Feng Valley is different; the Huang Feng Valley's Sect Master lineage stipulates that only descendants of the Huang family may succeed, and many supreme arts can only be cultivated by those of Huang bloodline.

Compared to the Ziyang Sect, the Huang Feng Valley resembles more of a family lineage inheritance.

The Bai Hu Shatters Gold Fist is a top-tier fist technique possessing martial dao imagery; although the Fu Yue Xiong King Palm also possesses martial dao imagery, it is fundamentally on a different level from the Bai Hu Shatters Gold Fist.

It is not a matter of the magnitude of power, but mainly the difficulty of comprehending martial dao imagery.

The Fu Yue Xiong King Palm requires harmony with the Fu Yue Xiong Jing before there is any possibility of comprehending martial dao imagery.

This Bai Hu Shatters Gold Fist, however, possesses a complete method for comprehending martial dao imagery; it is said that of ten people who cultivate it, two or three can comprehend martial dao imagery.

Whereas for the Fu Yue Xiong King Palm, even if a hundred people cultivate it, it is uncertain if even one will comprehend martial dao imagery.

Of course, the power of the Bai Hu Shatters Gold Fist is also terrifying; it integrates offense and defense, and Zhang Zhang Hanzhou's blade could not break through Huang Xiao's fist.

On the arena, Zhang Zhang Hanzhou drew his blade like lightning, while Huang Xiao only threw punch after punch; the heavy, powerful fists made Zhang Zhang Hanzhou's blade tremble with every impact, emitting a booming sound.

After dozens of moves, Zhang Zhang Hanzhou's arm had already begun to tremble, and cracks appeared at his tiger mouth.

"Clang!"

Huang Xiao threw another heavy punch; the fist intent that shattered all things made the air roar; after a crisp sound resembling the clash of metal and iron, Zhang Zhang Hanzhou's blade Jin Gang exploded, and the short blade in his hand flew out of his grip, blasted away by a single punch.

Violent fierce qi swept across, engulfing the arena.

Pain appeared on Zhang Zhang Hanzhou's face; his body-protecting Jin Gang cracked, his face flushed red, and his body retreated uncontrollably.

Huang Xiao withdrew his fist and stepped back, smiling: "My thanks for your courtesy!"

The short blade hit the arena with a clanging sound; Zhang Zhang Hanzhou, facing bitterness, raised his cracked, blood-stained hand in a fist-palm salute: "Brother Huang's fist technique is fierce and domineering; I am in awe."

There was no choice but to be in awe!

He had used a half-spirit weapon, yet Huang Xiao still knocked his weapon from his hand bare-handed; without the half-spirit weapon, he feared he would have lost even faster; he felt that even if Yan Yan Guiyun were still here, he probably would not be Huang Xiao's match.

Looking across the Ziyang Sect, only Xu Yang, Li Li Chuyang, and Jiang Fan, who had completed marrow cleansing, could possibly overpower this Huang Xiao.

"Zhang Zhang Hanzhou has actually been defeated!"

"Are all disciples of the Huang Feng Valley this strong?"

Seeing that Zhang Zhang Hanzhou, the first of the Ten Heroes, had his weapon knocked from his hand and his tiger mouth cracked and defeated after only dozens of moves, the Ziyang Sect erupted in uproar.

This was not an internal spar among disciples; who won or lost was unimportant.

This was a match against a disciple of another sect; victory or defeat concerned the Zong Sect's face; not only these disciples, but even the Elders on the high platform had faces that turned ugly.

"Brother Huang, this disciple of yours is excellent; there is hope for a second ascent to the Dragon in the future." Zhang Zhang Jingyuan smiled as he looked at the Huang Feng Valley Valley Master.

People of his caliber naturally did not show joy or anger on their faces, nor would they display displeasure on their faces just because a disciple under their wing lost a match.

The Huang Feng Valley ancient clan laughed: "This Zhang Zhang Hanzhou is not bad either; it is just that his physical body tempering is a bit weak. If his physical body were a bit stronger, it would be my disciple who lost."

Zhang Zhang Hanzhou's blade technique realm was very high; unfortunately, his strength was a bit weak, unable to break through Huang Xiao's defense; this was the root cause of his defeat.

"Are there any brothers or sisters willing to offer Brother Huang some instruction?" Huang Xiao asked in a fist-palm salute, a smile on his face.

"Senior brother, you have already played one round; let me play a round as well, how about that?"

Just before the Ziyang Sect disciples could react, another voice sounded; it was the other man among the three disciples of the Huang Feng Valley.

Hearing him describe the spar with the Ziyang Sect disciples as "playing," many eyes immediately flared with fire.

"Good!" Huang Xiao jumped straight down from the arena, and that young man jumped up onto the arena in his place.

This person had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, a face full of heroism, yet also carrying a touch of youthfulness.

Like Huang Xiao, he carried no weapon, jumping onto the arena empty-handed.

Looking closely, his fists were large as hammers, appearing somewhat disproportionate to his youthful body.

"I am Lin Lin Jingyu; I wonder which senior brother is willing to exchange a few moves with me?"

Lin Lin Jingyu made a fist-palm salute, his gaze falling upon Xu Yang.

He wanted to fight Xu Yang because he had seen from afar earlier the scene of Xu Yang blasting Li Li Chuyang away with a single punch; he was very curious about Xu Yang's strength and the Huang Jin Jin Gang.

"I am Qi Qi Xuancheng; I shall exchange a few moves with Brother Lin!"

Xu Yang made no move; the second-ranked Qi Qi Xuancheng, under the nod of the Medicine King Peak Peak Master, leaped into the air onto the arena, strong battle intent surging from his body.

The Ziyang Sect had already lost one match; if he won this one, he would be the hero who turned the tide.

"Please!" Lin Lin Jingyu's eyes lit up.

It was said that the Ziyang Sect excelled in swords, while the Huang Feng Valley excelled in fists; the weapon at Qi Qi Xuancheng's waist happened to be a sword.

Qi Qi Xuancheng said no more; his Jin Gang shook, and the long sword at his waist shot out like a streak of silver light, emitting the fluctuation of a half-spirit weapon; immediately after, Qi Qi Xuancheng took a large step forward, grabbed the sword hilt, and in an instant, a sheet of sword light covered Lin Lin Jingyu.

Many people furrowed their brows; for Qi Qi Xuancheng to show off his skills at this moment was risky—if he won, it would be fine, but if he lost, he would likely be drowned in spittle.

Lin Lin Jingyu stood immovable as powerful Gangqi surged forth; his fists emitted red light, resembling two blazing iron hammers, looking utterly bizarre.