Holy Fist!

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From any angle, Guo Hao had no business being compared to Bai Xiao. Bai Xiao had higher talent, stronger comprehension, worked harder, loved more passionately, and was more proactive! The spot in the elite class of this martial arts hall could only belong to him.

On the field, Zhang Hongtao and Bai Xiao stopped sparring and took off their gloves.

Bai Xiao felt the bruises and pain caused by the fight on his body.

He asked, "Coach, how much of your strength did you use?"

"Without fighting to the death, without using any special techniques..."

"Seventy percent." Zhang Hongtao looked deeply at Bai Xiao, his feelings now far beyond shock, verging on fright.

Right before his eyes, Bai Xiao had had an epiphany, and in just a few days, he had reached such a level. Had he broken through the Ren and Du meridians?

But, other than that, there were no better explanations.

One could only say.

Some people have sudden epiphanies, and the world before them changes utterly.

"Seventy percent?"

Bai Xiao's gaze flickered, contemplating something.

"Is seventy percent not enough?"

Zhang Hongtao watched Bai Xiao pondering seriously.

He almost burst out laughing on the spot.

In the White Bird Martial Arts Hall, he was not considered a poor coach, at least he was above average. If Bai Xiao matched his seventy percent strength, then he could almost take on the weakest batch of coaches. Of course, defeating them might be a bit difficult.

After all, although these coaches were the eliminated losers, they had all learned some very special combat techniques within the martial arts hall.

If they fought with full strength, Bai Xiao would most likely be no match.

"You, kid... today you really shocked me."

Zhang Hongtao shook his head, a resigned expression on his face.

He picked up his phone and glanced at it, 15:28.

Below, there was a notification message from the staff inside the martial arts hall.

Clearly, the matter Zhang Hongtao mentioned earlier was this one.

"Class is almost over, let's go."

Zhang Hongtao patted Bai Xiao's shoulder and led the way outside.

Bai Xiao followed behind, his expression returning to calm.

Into the number two training hall walked two figures, one after the other.

Under the watchful eyes of many students, Bai Xiao made his way back to the line.

He could feel that several gazes were unusually intense.

Shortly after, Zhang Hongtao announced, "Class dismissed, you can go now."

Then, holding a black thermos cup in his left hand and looking at the messages on his phone with his right, he hurried off towards the interior of the martial arts hall.

In the training hall, students began to leave, heading towards the changing rooms.

Bai Xiao rested for a moment on the spot because he had sparred with Zhang Hongtao for some time. He waited until most of the students from the training class had left before he started towards the changing room.

At the site, some people still remained in the training hall.

Guo Hao watched Bai Xiao's departing figure, his gaze growing cold as he quickly followed. He knew that the conversation Zhang Hongtao had with Bai Xiao outside must have been about the elite class. Bai Xiao was his competitor! Guo Hao wanted to make Bai Xiao understand who truly deserved that spot!

"He Hao, where did Guo Hao go?"

"Didn't he say he'd go to school later?"

In the hall, Li Xuefei with her black ponytail and another girl with short hair were both somewhat puzzled. They exchanged confused looks, unsure of what had happened.

Guo Hao's lackey, He Hao, had a delighted smile on his face.

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Afterward, he spoke with a mysterious air.

"Don't rush, you'll know what's going on soon."

In the locker room of the White Bird Martial Arts Hall, Bai Xiao walked in slowly.

His gaze swept around; there was basically no one left in the locker room. In a corner, someone had left a window open, allowing a relatively cool breeze to flow in, replacing the sweaty smell and stagnant air of the locker room.

Bai Xiao walked to his locker, opened it, and took out his backpack.

He quickly changed clothes, then unzipped his backpack and took out an energy bar. Tearing off the wrapper, he took a fierce bite.

Crack, the door to the locker room opened, and someone else seemed to have come in.

A series of hurried footsteps quickly approached from the entrance.

Thud!

A hand slammed onto the open locker and forcefully pushed the metal door back into place, making a loud bang. A young man about one meter eighty in height stood in front of Bai Xiao, his handsome face wearing a cold sneer.

"Bai Xiao, did Coach Zhang talk to you about the elite class?"

His tone was sharp, not so much asking a question as issuing a condescending interrogation. With an air of smug pride, Guo Hao suggested, "I advise you to just tell the coach that you're not fit for the elite class! What's the use of being skilled in just Sandboxing? The way you train in the other disciplines is as crappy as shit..."

"Elite class? Do you think you're worthy?"

His face twisted slightly, the flames of jealousy in the young man's heart fully ignited.

"Only I have the right qualifications!"

Guo Hao's voice, almost a shout, echoed in the empty locker room.

At this moment, his talk about the elite class sounded more like some excuse or pretext. Guo Hao's dissatisfaction with Bai Xiao was multifaceted. It encompassed the emotional shift of Coach Zhang, the resentment of being surpassed by Bai Xiao, and the frustration of the pretty girl in the training class paying attention to other males.

In summary,

All these things combined over the past few days ignited a rage within Guo Hao.

However, what responded to his anger was the sound of crunching. Bai Xiao stood with his back to the sunlight, which outlined a robust and muscular black silhouette; he looked at Guo Hao expressionlessly. His pearly white teeth bit into the energy bar, chewing it loudly.

"Eat! Damn it, I said eat!!!"

Guo Hao couldn't stand it any longer. He felt ignored, as if he were just a childish and irritable teenager in the eyes of the other. With anger written all over his face, Guo Hao quickly stepped forward and swung his hand toward Bai Xiao's face.

The slap whistled through the air, clearly powered with at least eighty to ninety percent of his strength!

Slap!!!

A huge collision sound resounded and echoed in the locker room.

A black arm shot out like a shadow, striking hard against Guo Hao's hand.

Guo Hao grunted and stumbled several steps backward. He grabbed his right wrist with his left hand, feeling a sense of soreness and numbness throughout his forearm. Guo Hao looked up in disbelief; was Bai Xiao's strength so immense?

He looked up to see Bai Xiao still standing in his original spot.

His feet hadn't moved an inch, and his right hand was slowly retracting, while in his left hand, he was bringing the small remaining piece of the energy bar to his mouth.

Crunch, Bai Xiao ate the last bite.

He chewed twice, and his icy gaze slowly turned towards Guo Hao, his face expressionless. Bai Xiao looked at the astonished Guo Hao and said, word by word,

"Are you looking for death?"

Guo Hao had intended to compete with him for a place in the elite class, which meant obstructing Bai Xiao's path to becoming stronger. To step out and block his way was only to be crushed by the wheels!

"Your mother!"

Guo Hao was instantly enraged by Bai Xiao's indifferent tone, his blood boiling with fury. He charged again, throwing a punch at Bai Xiao's head.

The swinging fist was even backed by the skills of boxing and Sandboxing.

On the other side, Bai Xiao's unmoving figure suddenly burst forward, transforming into a rampant black shadow, crashing directly into the oncoming Guo Hao. Bang! Guo Hao was instantly pushed back, his arms, which were raised in an attempt to strike, were hammered down by a fist shadow, and his shoulders were struck viciously twice.

Clang, his back slammed against the metal locker, making a loud noise.