Chapter 170

The Wind Killing Diamond Fist unexpectedly felt familiar; the villagers before him were first torn into two pieces, then each drawn into the whirlwind and ground to powder. "Arhat Benevolent King Fist... the Wind Killing Fist is indeed formidable." Bai Lang also exclaimed in admiration, for the whirlwind it raised was far fiercer than the wind blades he had previously evolved from the Black Tiger Fist, and the Arhat Benevolent King Fist is absolutely not limited to just the Wind Killing power.

The big guy who mastered this fist style certainly isn't just for show with that huge build; he's definitely meant to be used—just the fact that after breaking out of prison he could leap straight through what is likely the ceiling of reinforced concrete shows his physique is absolutely incredibly strong. Therefore the kicks and punches of the Wind Killing Fist must be extremely vicious, yet Bai Lang feels that in direct contact, the Southern Dipper Holy Fist is surely even more formidable.

When switching martial arts, those villagers didn't even flinch at the gruesome death of the first one; instead they rushed forward even more desperately, waving their weapons to kill Bai Lang. Because they were veteran bandits, each weapon was smeared with a bluish sheen of poison, and they coordinated perfectly, striking with extreme viciousness. When Bai Lang employed the Southern Dipper Holy Fist, not only did his hands and feet become as hard as steel, but even more sharp was the internal force wrapped around them—this is the Southern Dipper Holy Fist—let's call it that—the secret of its invincibility.

However, that's all it can do—just coat the hands and feet, allowing only contact attacks, unable to transform into a fierce invisible blade for slaughter. "We still need to train, see if we can merge it with the White Tiger killing aura." Bai Lang felt there was promise here; he might even cultivate the Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist. In any case, he can't take a one‑move fresh path—Bird Fist excels at cutting, Red Crane Fist at the fingers, White Egret Fist relies entirely on the legs while the Phoenix Fist mainly uses special meridians; viewed this way, the inconspicuous Solitary Eagle Fist is actually better suited for evolution.

However, what Bai Lang obtained was the Southern Dipper Holy Fist...... let's hope he doesn't end up practicing the Southern Dipper Silent Fist that requires wearing finger claws. Now Bai Lang extends a single claw, piercing straight through the body, much more easily than before penetrating the villagers who have also trained hard‑body techniques; four fingers stab out from behind, and as Bai Lang exerts force downward, the four fingers instantly become like four blades, slicing this man's body into five pieces.

Whether bone or viscera, everything the fingers passed through was sliced open. Bai Lang's tiger claw could theoretically do this, but not as easily. "Under innate internal force, the tiger claw could naturally do all this!" Bai Lang kicked, sending a long sword and the villager holding it flying, then followed up with a downward chop that split the headless corpse into two. He then immediately began to spin, bringing with him a grim wind blade that started to entangle the villagers.

Given his eyesight and reflexes, these people could never have reached his body anyway, let alone with the Golden Bell Shield Divine Skill protecting him. Bai Lang's slaughter speed was extraordinarily fast; before the opponents could even react, he had already killed all the villagers rushing in—the corpses showed smooth cross‑sectional chunks, far better than the ragged, broken bodies from his past massacres—even though the ground was still awash with blood and sewage.

This is just a minor test for Bai Lang; if not cultivating some extraordinary skill, ordinary experts below the innate level would naturally find it extremely hard to contend with an innate expert—the gap of one major realm is a world of difference. Even a hundred such martial artists like him would probably fail to pile up enough to kill an innate expert. In demonic terms, this is akin to taking on human form. If that toad had achieved human form back then, those few fellows would long ago have become its dung.

Killing the toad? That doesn't exist...

Bai Lang did not display the bearing of an innate expert, so these people still dared to rush forward, yet the slaughter was so fierce and swift that it also caused the later‑arriving bandits to hesitate—should they charge forward to kill Ying Claw Sun for revenge? Or should they retreat in the face of danger? As it stands, Ying Claw Sun's tactics are quite solid.

"Geezer, you lot aren't coming? Oh, then I'll come find you—damn, nobody's put a price on your heads, but I want to see if anyone's put a price on your village? Maybe I could take this village's signboard—if it has one—along with me. But before that, let's finish what we need to do—who among you knows Mao Dongshan? Where did he go? How can we find him? Whoever can tell me all this, I'll give them a quick death."

Bai Lang spoke while walking toward the people behind him.

"People like these can only be ordinary test subjects for martial arts; if you want to use them to hone your skills, you'd need far more of them." Bai Lang thought, but those people had already started to run. These were veteran bandits, their minds basically still sharp, they turned and fled at once. Bai Lang unfolded his Lightness Skill to give chase—frankly speaking, his Lightness Skill now seems to be dragging him back a bit, preventing him from fully exploiting the advantages of his innate true qi.

The Black Tiger Fist is not an innate martial art; the Golden Bell Shield, if it hasn't broken through the fifth level, probably isn't either. The Southern Dipper Holy Fist and the Arhat Benevolent King Fist are definitely innate martial arts, and Bai Lang has now gained some insight—the aura of this Southern Dipper Holy Fist is gradually beginning to rise. The Polar Star Cross begins to shine, the light flashing from behind Bai Lang within a three‑foot radius resembling a night‑star sky. Just like the Tiger Form phantom and the Golden Bell Shield's internal force, what is projected outward mostly indicates innateness—although not entirely, this guess is basically sound.

Back when Bai Lang had not yet entered the innate realm, the phantom he condensed was not solid, merely an illusion at first glance; a truly tangible phantom that could be examined from all sides was only achieved after attaining innateness. Consequently those people ran even faster; as long as they rushed into the cave and used the complex underground passages to escape, they could probably flee with their lives from this fearsome deity before them.

He no longer bothered with pleas for mercy, since Bai Lang simply killed even the young thieves aged a few to ten‑odd years whose martial arts weren't high enough to let them run fast. These children had learned thievery from birth—after all, their parents wouldn't teach them anything else—and their path had long gone astray; Bai Lang didn't believe they could be corrected. Before reforming these kids, many good people had likely already died because of them.

So he simply killed them outright; Bai Lang had no intention of wanton slaughter, always finishing them with a simple punch or kick, while continually trying to discern something from them—such as the Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist, for example.

"Far off—even if he had the White Tiger Fist, he'd still need to grasp enough of the 'Ultimate Secret' and the 'Mystery Ultimate Secret' to speak with confidence." This guy even had the leisure to think about that; killing the enemies before him who had lost their fighting spirit was too easy for him. "Oh no! Don't kill them off too easily, wiping them all out or letting them all flee! Speed up and quickly capture a tongue!" Bai Lang suddenly became alert. Some people had already escaped through the cave; Bai Lang leapt forward and intercepted five unlucky ones—there are entrances on both left and right sides of the cave, but unable to be in two places at once, he could only cover one side.