White Bird Holy Fist

**White Bird Holy Fist**, it’s only a name my colleagues gave me. I only knew one fist technique, and that was **White Bird Fist**." Palosa answered with a smile. "I’m not like the prodigy Duskdune Shura or the terrifyingly talented Watson Langley. What I am good with is **White Bird Fist**. I spent my whole life, all my energy into this fist technique. I have sealed my fists, I will not fight you, but I can show you once."

"Ever since I’ve started practicing White Bird Fist, I’ve fought thousands of battles, and not once have I lost. Yet since a year ago, I started noticing that the Fist was starting to act against me. Eventually, it sent me into a demonic state. Who knew that I would be struck awake by you." "Acted against you?" Garen was dumbfounded.

"Many many years ago, I learned of the side effects of the Assassination Fist Techniques, so I chose to hide in the mountains in hopes of fighting and removing the side effect that gave me a constant intent to kill. However in the end the demons got better of me," Palosa’s face looked incredibly serious,"now I maybe injured, but thanks to you, I am fully awake."

He stood up from the ground and stretched his body, loud cracking sounds were made as he did so. "Be careful now, this is my true form!" Palosa’s body shrank for a bit, then suddenly expanded. From a mere 160cm tall little old man, Palosa suddenly grew into a two meter tall buff fighter. His muscles and bones made weird cracking noises, his wrinkled skin also tightened up, becoming smooth and young.

"Higher Form Hand!" Palosa raised his right arm, and casually swung it along a nearby tree. His nails were like five sharp swords, easily etching deep marks into the tree bark. "The pinnacle of Body Hardening Technique?" Garen squinted his eyes.

"No, this is a secret technique: 99 Acute Airholes,"

Palosa’s 179 secret techniques; the terrifying secret technique called the 99 Regressions. It made the **White Bird Fist** became the true **White Bird Holy Fist**. He was viewed as a Saint as his fist technique was beyond that of the normal realm.

## In Combat

"The Martial Arts community has been weaker and weaker for past generations. Garen, is it? I will show you with a tenth of my power. Don’t blink an eye." Palosa smiled warmly while he slowly walked to a mossy boulder on the left. "Watch carefully, this is where I am with fist techniques!" Palosa lifted his right arm with his index finger pointing forward.

Everything around seemed to have stopped in time. The air, the water, the worms, the grass, as well as all sorts of voices that came from afar. Even the massive waterfall halted for an instant. Everyone stopped in that very moment. No thoughts, no actions, as if they were covered with solidified amber. There weren’t able to move or think, time may as well have been frozen.

A black Bravery burst out of Palosa’s body like a shapeless smoke. Black smoke congregated behind Palosa, forming a giant silhouette about ten meters tall with a formless lower body. Garen was able to see, the upper half of that silhouette was definitely Palosa with the same features and the same age. However, it looks different. The Palosa formed with Bravery held a twisted grin, distinguishing itself from the kind man Palosa had appeared to be.

"This is… Bravery solidified!" Garen’s mouth dropped and haven’t been able to move it since. Of all the people, only he had been trembling violently, trying to break free of this frozen state. "This is my White Bird Fist." Palosa murmured softly. His finger pressed against the mossy boulder standing two meters tall in front of him. With that, the alarming pressure disappeared. Everyone had recovered their ability to move.

Cracks appeared on the mossy boulder. There was no explosions, no bursting into powder, nothing superfluous. However, as soon as cracks formed, it still gave everyone a shock seeing the crack. Centering on where Palosa touched, cracked flared out all over the mossy boulder, forming a complex network of sort. Cracks crossed each other and made their way to the other side of the boulder, meeting at one point on the left side of it.

All the cracks converged into a single spot, with a deep hole appearing on that spot on the boulder. Garen looked at the spot Palosa tapped, there was only a small thumbprint on it. He went quiet.

"Silent Redirection Punch?" "Oh, you knew that?" Palosa turned to him, "I’m already too old, or I could have given it a hundred cracks, instead of ninety-nine." He caressed the surface of the boulder. "This is my White Bird Fist. I need not break people’s defense to be able to redirect the strength, in order to attack the heart of my enemy from all sides."

"This is the most heinous assassination punch. Before me, all the heir for this technique were natural butchers who had felled people like woodcutters do trees. With every punch they make, another person dies. Even I couldn’t contain my Bravery when I use this fist technique to fight. Do you still want to fight me?"

The solidified Bravery disappeared from Garen’s senses abruptly. Palosa represented the ultimate fighting ability of the human community, no matter what, Garen would want to try and fight him. That was his initial goal after all.

Garena and Palosa stood facing each other on the white boulder. In black and white respectively, it was almost too easy to tell them apart. "Lemme see what sort of fist technique the legendary White Bird Holy Fist is!" Garen changed his stance, opening his arm on different height, as if ready to grapple, and sank lower from his waist, changing into the default stance of another fist technique.

Before he finished his sentence, a massive amount of Bravery rushed at Garen, attempting to slam him down. The solid Bravery became a gruesome psychological stress, stunning Garen in his tracks. He felt a dull pain shot through his chest. When he had come to, he was already halfway falling backwards. Between Palosa’s speech and his falling backward, the period when he was stunned was at most one second.

Palosa approached him with a charge, his palm softly pressed upon Garen’s chest. From the viewpoint of the audience, Palosa only hopped forward and lightly pressed his palm onto an unmoving Garen. They immediately separated after that, and Garen was suddenly flying backward.

"This again!" Mid-air, Garen hit the air twice with his palm in the opposite direction of his momentum. Generating a strong counter force, Garen’s body stopped falling backward and started landing immediately. As soon as he balanced himself on a boulder, he saw Palosa leaped at him with his right palm flexed, ready to strike as if he’s a lamb waiting to be butchered\*.

"Double Shot Form!" Garen countered with both his arms, as if using two hammers to take on Palosa’s palm strike. "Don’t blame me." Palosa looked at Garen with pity before utilizing his Bravery again.On the boulder, Palosa hit Garen once more, and immediately jumped behind him to hit him from the back. He kept doing the same thing, like he’s just hitting a baseball.

Garen’s whole body was aching from the strikes, his body doesn’t even need to be stunned by Palosa’s Bravery anymore, even the strikes could disable him from counterattacking. Every single hit from Palosa landed exactly where he wanted to block.

Luckily, after the Body Hardening Technique fused with his Spirit, it had evolved further. When hit by Palosa’s palm strikes, his body will naturally filter out most of the Hidden Power, allowing only a tiny part of it to enter the body wreaking havoc.

## Links and References

1. ↑ 1.0 1.1 1.2 1.3 1.4 1.5 1.6 1.7 1.8 Chapter 175
2. ↑ 2.0 2.1 2.2 2.3 2.4 Chapter 177
3. ↑ Chapter 182