Chapter 214: Passage

Now there is a question: is martial art fundamentally idealistic or materialistic? The materialistic possibility is great, after all external training of muscles, bones and skin and internal cultivation give you a breath, and anyway martial techniques at least require muscle movement—let alone flying sword.

Internal Force can't be said to be purely material, especially with mental-type martial arts—although Bai Lang hasn't practiced them, he knows visualization techniques, and besides, the Great Bell he forged after shaping the Golden Bell Shield, the White Tiger condensed from Tiger Form True Meaning—if you call that material, Bai Lang doesn't quite agree.

Thus, will interfering with reality and reality influencing will are both truths of this world.

If the cheat is material, then Bai Lang should have a big speaker to play BGM; if the cheat is idealistic, it suffices that his mind thinks he hears the BGM, and when it gets strong enough he could even make others hear it—this must be the reality of the Martial God Battle cheat......

Bai Lang's current situation is terrible; the storm swirling between heaven and earth is going out of control, the nearby flora is uprooted and turned to ash, and even the wind blades have begun to backfire— the fierce tiger in his heart disobeys, the bronze bell of the Golden Bell Shield is about to shatter, each wind blade leaves a deep crack in the bronze bell.

Bai Lang truly began an internal‑external explosion; this time his flesh even started to blossom, yet his innate true Qi firmly hangs his life—he's held on so far by sheer will. But if this loss of control continues, he'll eventually turn to bone, and even bone fragments might explode.

The blood of the Green Lion strengthened his body, but also amplified the blast's power—its strength depends entirely on blood‑Qi, and abundant blood‑Qi yields massive power.

Bai Lang's fist style becomes ever more fierce; now he battles another version of himself before his eyes, a tiger‑like self. "Finally visualized it! Damn it!" Bai Lang roars, and the BGM at his ears finally kicks in, the cheat is online.

The intro music is brief, then a female voice sings loudly, "Waves surge, currents flow, the endless river roars forever." Bai Lang swings a punch through the air, almost having his heart scooped out by a tiger claw, "My name is Bai Lang, so I'm a wave?!" Yet his momentum quickly rises; when the lyrics reach, "Love you, hate you, does the lord know? Like a great river that never recedes," Bai Lang's aura becomes as turbulent as the surging river, wave after wave overwhelming the other self before him.

The White Tiger leaps and roars, splitting in two; faintly a White Tiger illusion flickers around Bai Lang, and the Golden Bell Shield thunders within the wave, completely shattering the drifting flow. Both sides wield rebound force; to an outsider, Bai Lang's front appears empty, yet the aura and wind blades materialize from nothing, colliding and clashing into a fierce turbulence.

The wave just crushed the other self, causing a strange peak to erupt, and a bronze bell fell from the sky to anchor the wave, while the White Tiger stood atop the bronze bell and roared. Endless wind blades, carrying a towering rebound surge, once again engulfed Bai Lang.

The BGM shifts again; the "waves surge, currents flow" fades, replaced by powerful electric music shouting "Yo Ah Shrimp!"

"Damn, I really want to die!" Bai Lang feels deeply embarrassed, "Could the BGM be based on my martial art?" Thinking carefully, his heart seems to agree—after all, isn't the so‑called BGM just something he once heard and retrieved from memory? So it's normal that the earlier "waves surge, currents flow" matched his name, and the later "Yo Ah Shrimp" matches his technique.

Since the Southern Dipper Sacred Fist emerged, a Southern Cross appeared directly behind Bai Lang, his fists and feet turning into sharp swords, spears and halberds, tearing through the raging waves before him, smashing the great water‑binding bell to pieces, and even the White Tiger was repeatedly torn and re‑coalesced within the flurry of fist‑blades and palm winds.

Amid the soaring electric music, Bai Lang realizes he still lacks a decisive strike; myriad hard punches converge in his mind as one, sparks seemingly bursting in this cheat‑induced thought, and with the BGM's momentum Bai Lang breaks through to a new peak.

His shattered Golden Bell Shield reassembles, forming rustic armor on his shoulders, gauntlets, back, head, hips and greaves, covering the White Tiger illusion he again summons, and a bronze bell, after a resonant "dong" long tone, merges into the White Tiger.

The raging wind ceased, and broken wood and soil swirled down from the sky in a clatter; the last wisps of wind vanished, leaving a hush between heaven and earth. This odd calm lasted a few breaths, then an unprecedented violent storm erupted, blowing the debris on the ground back up, with tens of thousands of pounds of stone lifted into the air like lantern grass.

Bai Lang spins his arms, spawning lingering after‑images as if a thousand hands and arms, while he stands upright, weight shifted back, front leg light, a smile on his face as if the raging wind ahead never existed. "Forbidden Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist 108 Forms!"

The swirling BGM this time is no longer audible only to Bai Lang; a bright suona pierces clouds and valleys, "Little Knife Society…" Bai Lang bursts into laughter, his right hand ahead flips upward lightly. A towering tornado rises from the ground a few yards ahead, reaching the heavens.

Though the tornado is only a little over a person's width, it nonetheless cleaves the raging wind in front of him in two, and in Bai Lang's view the other self is drawn into the vortex, arms crossed, staunchly blocking the rebound. Then his raised right hand, devoid of any fiery aura, sweeps downward— the original tornado vanishes as if never existing, while another conical tornado descends from the sky like a drill.

This time the other self can't hold on; though unscathed, it is lifted into the air by the force. Bai Lang then spins, shouting "Southern Dipper Tiger Breaks Dragon!" The ethereal Bai Lang leaps across the void, reappears and instantly transforms into a standing White Tiger, its shadow cloaking him.

A chaotic dance of strikes erupts, fists, feet, claws and palms thunder like lightning, breaking the other self's stance and battering it— the final claw grips the other self's shoulder and flings it backward. The other self staggers, losing balance, and each subsequent chaotic blow shines with brilliant claw light like a ferocious tiger's fangs.

After the forward and reverse rounds, the other self is seized by the neck and lifted, while a powerful tornado engulfs the shadow, tearing it to fragments, yet the shadow stubbornly re‑coheres. Bai Lang flicks and presses, slamming the shadow hard onto the ground; it rebounds, and his arms spin up and down, striking— the White Tiger illusion roars out, instantly dispersing and annihilating the shadow before him.

"White Tiger Roar!" Bai Lang withdraws his hand; the super‑ultimate move finishes, clouds and wind clear to reveal a blue sky, sunlight shines on the ground stripped clean by the gale for several feet, a radius of several miles lies empty, only the wind‑compacted hard earth remains, and Bai Lang stands proudly alone, his clothes tattered, deep wounds scar across his body, even his bones exposed.

Half his face turned to white bone, Bai Lang flashes a feral grin, the qi circulates over those wounds, flesh rapidly regenerates…

Blood and water drip drop by drop, each falling to the ground forming a tiny whirlwind that emits a sharp howl. "It's finally done, hm! Lost half my power! But there's no obstacle ahead now, I can still keep training!" Bai Lang sits cross‑legged on the ground, panting; had he not leapt down, the mountain shrine above would likely have been destroyed.

Even so, the cliff where the mountain shrine stood was swept clean by the vortex, the cliff face polished enough to serve as a mirror. "Hm. Forbidden Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist 108 Forms, Southern Dipper Tiger Breaks Dragon, then ending with White Tiger Roar… My naming ability is damn strong!"