Chapter 130

The situation developed exactly as Bai Lang had estimated; the club members who had invited him basically, after forcing awkward small talk like 'hahaha, the weather is really nice today' to curry favor, indirectly brought up his martial arts background. Of course, Bai Lang also straightforwardly answered them, 'My martial arts are all self-comprehended!' Such a shameless statement.

Everyone listened with expressions of awe, nodding repeatedly, then all threw out olive branches hoping he would join their faction; of course, the big promises in their actual words were not lacking. 'No need for pretense—just come, Bai brother, and we'll give you one million upfront, no strings attached, even if you don't sign a contract you don't have to pay it back!' Many said something like that.

Moreover, the club members themselves and the bigwigs behind them had also seen Bai Lang's two moves defeating Wang Yali and Shi Jian in the selection match, and they had also watched his unguarded training videos on a regular basis. 'His Form Boxing has reached the level of mastery, especially the Tiger Form. This kid really has no master? If so, he truly qualifies as a prodigy.'

However, there is one thing that makes them unable to believe Bai Lang truly has no inheritance no matter what: that is his vast and solemn Internal Force. Such Internal Force could not be cultivated by a freshman claiming he is a genius who self-comprehended it. But since they cannot find anyone behind Bai Lang, they can only suppose that this person perhaps obtained some secret inheritance or secret manual.

The problem still remains—how did he cultivate such Internal Force? In the end, the only conclusion is that perhaps Bai Lang is truly born suited to this martial art, so his Internal Force progresses by leaps and bounds. This world also clearly understands that every martial artist has a martial art suited to him; cultivating that art yields twice the result with half the effort.

Such a talent could also bring a set of martial arts; although it hasn't been said what it is yet, this is surely a great fortune, right? Anyway, Bai Lang was eating with grease dripping from his mouth, and many olive branches were extended toward him, yet he accepted none. 'I'm not an idiot—why would I tie myself down now?' Moreover, Bai Lang likewise refused all their 'token gestures'—using people's means to soften people's mouths; I have a bright future, no need to become like this now.

Only ten years—such comfortable good days last only ten years; Bai Lang at least for now does not want to cause trouble. In fact, Bai Shaobao has never liked causing trouble; haven't you seen him content to be a lackey for a tooth broker for several years? He has no ambition at all; he merely wants to go out and practice some more powerful martial arts, all for the sake of survival? At least he can pretend that life and death are under his control.

But things always seem a bit ominous—because that bald guy died...... The bald guy lay in the hospital for a week, then died. His family and friends demanded an autopsy and tried to make Bai Lang responsible. Bai Lang originally really didn't know, because the police completely ignored those people's demands and also didn't contact Bai Lang.

Perhaps they simply don't know where Bai Lang is.

Later the autopsy conclusion came out: cerebral hemorrhage. They wondered if it had anything to do with Bai Lang's shout—after all, bleeding from the seven orifices occurred, and ordinary people think that bleeding from the seven orifices means being shaken to death. If modern medicine weren't advanced, this person would probably have already died...... Of course, that's pure nonsense, and these people wouldn't say it—because if they couldn't find Bai Lang, they could still try to scam the hospital.

Bai Lang only learned of this matter after they found him; the cause was that he received a phone call, and the person on the other end, still quite arrogant, said they would sue Bai Lang for murder, 'Don't rush, who did I kill? I don't even remember.' Bai Lang responded with a laugh, fearing nothing would disturb the peace.

'***!' A name came over the phone, '*** who is that?' Bai Lang truly didn't know; he had killed so many people, could he possibly remember them all? 'The person you shouted to death! We're going to sue you! Murderer!'

'Oh, so it's a society person. Though what's life or death got to do with me? If you've got the guts, come find me, hahahahaha.' Bai Lang realized it, then burst out laughing provocatively and hung up the phone. However, he subsequently contacted those few Action Team members on WeChat, asking about the situation: 'Someone's looking for me, saying that bald guy died and I should take responsibility?'

The hand moving on Bai Lang's phone screen and his breathing at that moment really carried a faint scent of blood. Soon the other side replied, 'Don't pay them any mind, absolutely don't act, we'll feel terrible...... I'm going to detain them right away!'

Afterward Bai Lang learned that the bald guy had died, and it was due to cerebral hemorrhage—both he and the Action Team members knew this was absolutely the aftermath of Bai Lang's shout, which had literally shouted the man to death. 'Who let that guy drink so much alcohol that his blood vessels became fragile? Now I've even completed Baozi Tou's performance......' Bai Lang chuckled, thinking, having killed such a person, he felt nothing at all.

'Being able to leave a corpse intact is already not bad—knowing that many who die in my hands are scattered into pieces.' Bai Lang said softly, then went back to the training hall to practice. Afterward there was no further harassment; it seems those folks have also cleared their heads, probably suddenly recalling how that bald guy died, then suddenly realizing they were facing a martial artist, and moreover one with profound Internal Force, someone they usually couldn't even flatter, now wanting to extort a big sum...... The other side likely has hundreds of ways to play them these hoodlums to death.

Moreover, they also went in and locked up; hoodlums know best what they can and cannot do, immediately they lowered their banners and fell silent, preparing to try extorting the hospital after they come out—no hope, whatever they can get counts.

'Is the league about to start? Let me see who my first-round opponent is...... Any one-strike enemies?' Bai Lang muttered while looking at the matchup sheet—there are two lines: Qi-sensing Martial Artist and Internal Force Martial Artist; basically the former is just here to feel the atmosphere, maybe they could even break through in the heat of battle?

Bai Lang's opponent in the match is a guy named Ma Cangfeng from Jinling University; observing his martial arts, he follows the path of a swordsman, his lineage is from the Wudang Lineage, so there's no doubt he is an internal master, a third-year student, and his past record is not bad—he once made it to the top eight of the Jiangsu University League, but never managed to stand out on the national stage.

'At first it was actually an internal war of the Parcel Post Empire, then only then did the nationwide touring battles begin.' Bai Lang rubbed his hands, 'Great, the first battle is in three days!'

In the preliminary stage, this competition is held within the martial arts clubs of various universities; the team event has home and away matches, but the individual event is simply a draw. However, going to Hangzhou to compete, Bai Lang also had nothing to say—a student from Jinling University and one from Modu University going to Hangzhou University to compete...... Really makes one want to curse 'Damn it!'