Chapter 127: Daily Life 2

「The palm strike after the internal force circulates through the meridians is quite distinctive. 」 Bai Lang thought after throwing a punch in the training hall. After switching to his Black Tiger Fist and throwing a palm, the force was hard to project outward, but it was considerably stronger than the Threefold Wave. 「The follow‑up force isn't as strong as that of the Yangtze Threefold Wave... 」 Bai Lang threw both palms, left hand Black Tiger Fist, right hand Yangtze Threefold Wave, carefully sensing the difference.

If he uses his internal force, the power of the Yangtze Threefold Wave is actually less than the palm strike Shi Jian throws, and Bai Lang can confirm his internal force is far stronger than Shi Jian's. The power of stacked palms is likewise scattered and cannot take shape, showing that this palm technique is flawed for him, yet there is hope it could be integrated into his martial arts, raising his palm strike to a higher level. 「We need a research‑oriented martial arts master... 」 Bai Lang sighed.

His martial arts wisdom is probably not bad, but his martial arts knowledge is limited, and his wisdom leans toward combat intelligence; in everyday training he performs only averagely. 「This is just the Threefold Wave. 」 Bai Lang thought, and upon reflection it's true—how could one person compare with countless scientists? To study internal force, over the past century or so there must have been millions of researchers poured into various projects—who made it so that those who master internal force can prolong life and are nearly immune to all diseases?

By contrast, a martial artist's combat ability is not that important; in this world martial artists cannot stop thermal weapons, and no matter how fast their reflexes they cannot block rapid‑fire, wide‑area firearms. However, in special operations or urban melee they are remarkably effective, and if firearms are added the effect is essentially multiplied. That's about it.

Bai Lang carefully sensed the flow of internal force through the meridians, feeling that what he needed was this world's analysis and research of the different acupoints in the meridians, and a comprehensive study of the meridians themselves—only by analyzing these could he determine why such an effect occurs. 「The more detailed the research, the weaker the power actually becomes. 」 Bai Lang recalled the palm force from over three hundred years ago—back then he could still unleash such a palm strike, never imagining that now, though his martial arts remain the same, heaven and earth no longer permit him to unleash that kind of strike.

Martial arts masters of that time likewise had techniques with tremendous power, far surpassing what one can see on TV today. 「Could it really be a wuxia novel world? Does martial arts grow stronger the older the era? 」 After training for a long time, Bai Lang continually came up empty‑handed, unable to fathom the mystery; he could only go back to rest, and tomorrow see if he could find some research materials—those he imagined were likely secret and might not be found online.

Bai Lang no longer dares to return to the dormitory much; "lovesick" girls will block him outside the building, and some even rush straight into the dorm to intercept him—although male dormitories likewise forbid female entry, it's far easier for a woman to slip into a male dorm than for a man to sneak into a female one. Bai Lang is certain that if he shows even the slightest interest, those women will definitely drag him off to get a room.

「They probably don't mean it, and they might even slip him drugs... 」 Bai Lang understood, for after looking at the incomes of professional martial artists he found it quite attractive— their pay exceeds that of NBA stars, and in this world the highest‑earning profession is martial artist. How could such men not drive women crazy? Not only are there professional matches, but even movie stars or those whose other half is a big star.

Even Bai Lang thinks this world is truly wonderful, and it would be even better if he didn't have to go back—but it's ultimately a beautiful fantasy that cannot be realized. Bai Lang stroked the jade fish, now he more or less realizes that the jade fish is probably indestructible; after several transmigrations it seems to have become even more "bound" to him.

「Now it's time to look for another place to live.... 」 Bai Lang scratched his head; this really could only be asked at the martial arts club—wealthy third‑generation students living off‑campus is something kept hush‑hush, not openly admitted—the school rule is to live on campus. Perhaps the club has separate dorms for martial artists, since many of them prefer to live alone.

Yan Xiaoyan may not be the president, but she's the one handling club affairs; as soon as she heard Bai Lang's request she burst out laughing. 「Really, we have it—but you have to treat me to a meal. 」 Bai Lang nodded. 「No problem. 」

Bai Lang moved out amid the fake sobbing of Liang someone; sure enough, the martial arts club building had single rooms, even suites, provided for official members—no fees required—of course there are no martial artists who waste water and electricity like maniacs. As an official member, Bai Lang would naturally be given a room.

The goddess Tian Li's call came, confirming Bai Lang would attend her birthday party; Bai Lang thought breaking even wasn't bad and agreed.

Passing a certain Buck coffee shop, Bai Lang went in and bought a cup as a gift, then headed to the goddess's gathering spot. 「Wow, there are quite a few people. 」 The hotel held men and women alike; a few were instantly recognizable as Tian Li's flower protectors. Normally they'd sneer at the sycophant Bai Lang and not give him a glance, but now they could only feel envy and jealousy, daring not to act out and even having to fawn over them as they watched Tian Li step forward to greet Bai Lang.

Who made Bai Lang an internal force martial artist...

Bai Lang hadn't expected Tian Li to come out to meet him; seeing the woman all dressed up, he handed over the cup with a casual, 「Happy birthday. 」 Even though the Bai Lang in the WeChat record was so humble he could barely stand it, Bai Lang didn't prepare how to respond— he wasn't his "Bai Shaobao." Tian Li instantly laughed, radiant, 「Thank you for the gift. 」 Her eyes began to spark...

She simply linked her arm with his, but Bai Lang only glanced at her and didn't pull away— today it's her birthday, letting her be happy is perfectly normal. Anyway, in this world linking arms doesn't decide a relationship— kissing is out of the question, rolling in the sheets might be the limit...... Bai Lang is an iron‑willed steel straight man; he'll never be a sycophant, and naturally won't date this woman.

After entering, Bai Lang naturally found a seat, but Tian Li insisted on sitting right next to him, which left Bai Lang rather helpless; to avoid any awkwardness from her subsequent moves, he decided to immediately fulfill his original purpose— eat!

Training internal force isn't about training food‑cells; at most one can eat a little more than an ordinary person. Bai Lang eyed the most expensive dishes and ate heartily—for this he skipped breakfast and lunch and trained especially hard, just to save his stomach for a huge dinner tonight. Yet as before, his eyes are big but his stomach small; he'd thought he could at least finish a whole cow, but in the end gnawing a beef shank left him full...... Bai Lang merely ate a few steaks, a few plates of raw fish slices, and several large mugs of draft beer...... Looking closely, those women who chew slowly and swallow deliberately actually ate more than he did.