Chapter 138

The good thing about the competition is that it doesn't distinguish between men and women, there's no rank difference, and there are no seeded players to ensure that everyone stands out by luck and martial skill. Bai Lang thought this was quite fair, but running all over the south and north really is a waste of time.

This time the competition venue is in Five Rams City, but one contestant comes from Magic City while the other comes from Jin Guan City. By the way, in the university martial arts club, aside from Bai Lang and the former president Qian Ruohai, everyone else has already washed out. This university is just an ordinary 211, not a 985 or 211 known for martial arts level.

In this world, the Magic City Sports Academy is a 985...... and moreover, among similar sports schools, it is paired with the Imperial Capital Sports University as twin rivals, neither yielding to the other, competing for decades, almost a century. Basically, martial arts masters and Action Teams from all over the country are not that satisfied with the Imperial Capital's martial arts masters and Action Teams—though there is indeed considerable hostility and competitive spirit.

"Those who talk the talk but walk the walk, the sect masters in those cities are fine enough, but ordinary martial artists and Action Team members, upon hearing they can be transferred to the Imperial Capital department, just go scurrying over...... Only my great Magic City and the southern Five Rams City can ignore the Imperial Capital's orders, so they hardly ever come here to hit a wall." Bai Lang evaluated the so-called "secret gossip" on the forum like this.

As for that person from Jin Guan City, Bai Lang couldn't even be bothered to see what martial art he practices—anyway, it's nothing more than Emei or Qingcheng, possibly even the Tibetan border. If it's Emei or Qingcheng, then it's swordplay and Lightness Skill; if it's the Tibetan border, then it's Internal Force and fist/palm kung fu. Bai Lang doesn't care about either, saying "None of them are a match for some family's Golden Bell Shield!"

Bai Lang was bursting with confidence, but now it seems that Yan Xiaoyan, the "chief steward" of the martial arts club, is also in a dilemma—whether to come cheer for Bai Lang or go cheer for Qian Ruohai's side—Bai Lang noticed that this classmate Yan seems to have feelings for him. "Three great illusions in life! Three great illusions in life!" Bai Lang used this to suppress his restless heart.

He's not a monk, nor does he practice the martial art of seeing one's nature and making the mind clear, nor is it related to the Daoist sect's martial art of purity and non-action, so when facing women, this youthful vigor is also hard to restrain. If it weren't for the need to consider future breakthroughs in martial arts and not lose his primordial yang, this guy would probably have already been devoured by hordes of maiden troops.

"Three no-principles! This is hooliganism!" Bai Lang used words he himself didn't quite believe to remind himself not to be dazzled by women, sigh, having to admit that modern cosmetics' level utterly crushes the skyscraper-high standards of his world. Although that world mostly also has martial arts for beauty and complexion, the substances used for applying to the face are still comparatively inferior—the key is that no one really focuses on this.

Top-tier beauties each have their own merits, but average women in his world are utterly outclassed. Now Bai Lang seems to be chased by beautiful women, a happy trouble—however, the problem is his little rooster can't be used, at least not until he figures out what primordial yang is.

Although these past few days back don't require attending class, it seems Tian Li has also turned into his lickspittle, constantly sending WeChat messages and occasionally showing up at the martial arts club to block him, which of course earns the same cold mockery and sarcasm from Yan Xiaoyan, who watches Bai Lang in the club—Tian Li's advantage is that she's a bit prettier and about the same age as Bai Lang, whereas Yan Xiaoyan is a bit older, but her edge lies in having cultivated a sense of qi, giving her more common ground with Bai Lang in martial arts.

"Speaking of which, my mood is actually pretty happy, I smile proudly again and again, laughing at the mortals of the red dust not aging......" Bai Lang secretly felt happy, but this time if he goes to the competition, he can't go alone. Sure enough, Senior Yan decided to go with him, and of course the martial arts club's backup members who carry bags also have to go.

There's no way—aside from Bai Lang, Qian Ruohai, and those playing in the team match, all other official members have been eliminated. Everyone is a college student, being active is nature, so naturally they follow the two qualifiers, the big shots, to go "have fun". So the bag-carrying members also have to go; everyone enjoys the publicly funded trip, spending money happily.

Of course, when Yan Xiaoyan privately said Tian Li was shameless, she meant traveling under the guise of a "family member"—of course this is definitely a rumor; Bai Lang clearly knows Tian Li goes at her own expense, without any special title. The goddess hasn't even joined the club yet, something Bai Lang just found out.

In the martial arts club, Tian Li definitely can't join; as long as Yan Xiaoyan is still there, she hardly has a chance.

Bai Lang expressed optimism about the battle among these women, though he didn't find it boring; the palace intrigue on site is actually quite entertaining—TV dramas he's too lazy to watch, but reality is still quite interesting. He actually has his own trouble: "This broken fish, theoretically it should be ten years, but now it looks so lively—what does that mean? Is it preparing to time-travel again?"

Yu Yu hung around his neck, its warm jade light flowing, especially the fish's eyeballs just like a live fish's, and if you look closely they seem to be moving—this is completely unscientific, since most fish eyeballs actually don't move at all! Bai Lang, in his vague feeling, sensed that this jade fish somehow didn't know what was going on and seemed to be charged with electricity again—even if it wasn't fully charged, it was pretty much the same.

Regarding this so-called charging process of the Yu Yu, Bai Lang said there was absolutely no regularity to it—what does ten years even amount to, a fart? And he doesn't know which deity made this time-traveling Yu Yu—"Playing with people? Damn it!" That's Bai Lang's viewpoint.

He had just thought of that when suddenly a loud shout came from beside his ear: "You damn bastard playing with me! Washed out!" Bai Lang was greatly startled, but looking at others it seemed they hadn't heard. He had long believed the Yu Yu was extraordinary, at least the craftsmanship of those top-tier folks, but now it seems the Yu Yu might even be able to read thoughts?!

Bai Lang inevitably thought about how to smash this Yu Yu, but instead it turned into a dead fish, silent.

"My heart is sad again, my heart hurts again; now it seems I've become a toy!" Bai Lang thought of this, but he doesn't plan to resist now, nor does he intend to do anything irrational—what can be done is reserved for top-tier figures; Bai Lang belongs to the scum, and given the vast difference, he can only let others play with him.

At least for now it seems the other side doesn't want to ruin him, so maybe there's a chance? Young Protector Bai can yield and stand firm; begging a hero for mercy isn't impossible. The Yu Yu can't just be discarded, the other side has their own means—what else can be done? Hold your nose and endure it; at least Young Protector Bai is more optimistic, so he immediately forces himself not to think about it.

It's just that this mood is always a bit gloomy; it seems necessary to vent a bit in front of the next opponent—fortunately, the league is a place where one can legally beat someone half to death, losing an arm or leg is also fine, don't underestimate modern medicine and martial arts Internal Force, ah—even if broken, it can be reattached.