Chapter 237

That man devotedly trained his fist and foot kung fu; after he could step on air as if on solid ground, punching the air to form flying air masses naturally followed. Bai Lang could tear space into blades, while the opponent could punch into hammers. Bai Lang's tiger claw ripped out heart and lungs, but this guy simply puffed his chest muscles to hard‑block Bai Lang's tiger claw.

"Want to block my fists and feet with philosophy? Unless you're the King of New Sunrise Village!" Bai Lang lunged with a claw, "You playing Oleck games?" Bai Lang exerted force, "Om?!" The tiger claw power of Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist exploded forth, tearing straight through the man's pectoral muscles.

Though the Exploding Muscle Strong Body skill is impressive, even grabbed like this he can still seal his blood vessels and not bleed, and the man, in pain, drums his fists like bells, launching a barrage at Bai Lang. "Bring it on!" Bai Lang also threw out both fists, and they brawled.

If we don't take this guy down now we can't escape, and the Steam Toilets that have swarmed in are tough opponents. But a melee might be an opportunity—this isn't a game, we can enable allies to be unharmed. Bai Lang leaned back and plunged straight into the embrace of a Double-Blade Steam Toilet.

With that lean he felt the odd thin steel plate on the opponent's body—"At my place, a hit like that would dent a truck, yet this steel plate didn't budge and even kicked back force at me..." Bai Lang followed up with a backward elbow strike; his iron elbow, capable of piercing modern armored vehicle plating, failed to crack this Toilet...

"This recoil feels like hitting a solid iron block inside!" Using the force of the elbow strike, Bai Lang once again slipped away from the Toilet's upward‑downward blade motion called "Close the Door." He did not release his qi to communicate with heaven and earth to summon a storm; perhaps he would do that if things went wrong and he couldn't cope, but for now he felt everything was still under his control.

The situation hasn't slipped from his grasp; although that man looks big and hard, his attack power and speed are lacking, so Bai Lang feels he can handle him. As for the Steam Toilet? It's still a bit clumsy, and Bai Lang doubts it's a perpetual motion machine—plus, with that huge steam engine on its back, he doesn't believe it can't be broken.

Yet his defensive power truly exceeded expectations. Bai Lang launched a side kick then a hook; the man extended his leg and, together with Bai Lang, was also pulled by the hook. In a flash, Bai Lang's silhouette shifted and a blade of light descended from above—turns out it was the Steam Toilet behind him swinging down, and as Bai Lang turned, the man ended up taking the tank.

The man also let out a tiger roar, his whole body turning golden, with golden blood‑energy like flames burning a foot around his surface. He crossed his arms and took the Steam Toilet's blade head‑on; the blade lodged three tenths of an inch into his arm's flesh and could go no deeper, while the Toilet likely eased off its strike in time.

After dodging, Bai Lang faced another Steam Toilet, this one wielding a Snake Spear. He knew this type of spear, whose blade can reach about three feet, having used it himself in past charges. A weapon that can thrust and slash, it ranks as a top‑tier fierce armament. "Its user must also be skilled in martial arts to wield it well." Bai Lang probed the Toilet's martial ability.

Indeed, it's impressive—anyone daring to wield this weapon is a master. Bai Lang slapped his palm; the spear's force was extraordinary, the slap merely letting the spear graze his body. Meanwhile, the Toilet's three‑finger hydraulic arm retracted and extended, turning the spear's blade to press against Bai Lang's flesh—in the next instant a withdrawal produced a long, hard‑to‑heal wound.

However, the blade only threw out sparks; Bai Lang's Golden Bell Shield Divine Skill held, giving solid defense—only his shirt was sliced open in a long tear. Bai Lang snorted coldly, put more force into his feet, lunged straight at the Toilet bearing a rear banner, and seized the Snake Spear's blade in one grab.

The tiger claw locked onto the blade, and the Steam Toilet couldn't pull it back at all. With his other hand Bai Lang threw a punch, snapping the Snake Spear in two. Now Bai Lang had a weapon; to him the spear seemed as trustworthy as the other cleaver he currently carried, perhaps even better. After all, the spear's material surpasses that of ordinary store‑bought weapons, even its metal shaft is excellent.

Bai Lang drew his blade and, with a backhand, blocked the blade of another Double-Blade Steam Toilet—but his cleaver was clearly nicked by the opponent's edge. "Surely a civilian product..." Bai Lang remarked, looking at the Toilet's rear banner and the different metal badges on its body; these things resemble the warhorses and armor of military nobles, each custom‑made.

Thus, in material he had an absolute edge; Bai Lang felt his knife would likely be cut off if he kept fighting, so he used the broken Snake Spear blade to block the Toilet's successive slashes. Now three opponents surrounded Bai Lang, and he began experimenting with a seldom‑used turn‑the‑tide tactic. "Let me quickly cripple these three bastards or lock them together so I can flee—this is no joke!"

Thus Bai Lang, after blocking with the Snake Spear blade, redirected the force, sending the double‑blades slicing toward the Toilet that had produced a short spear to keep fighting; meanwhile he whipped his legs in a series of kicks, making the man flail his arms and block with pattering sounds. The man was kept at bay, and the Double-Blade Steam Toilet also chopped the arm of another Toilet.

"Indeed, that's how it is." Bai Lang observed that the modest‑strength Toilet's blade had cut into the opponent's armor, realizing this truly was a world‑wide bonus. "Only a Toilet can counter a Toilet? Also only a Toilet can counter steam?" Using the pause in that Toilet's motion, Bai Lang drove the Snake Spear blade with undiminished force into the Toilet's arm—it left only a shallow mark.

Although Bai Lang is tall, he is the most agile person present; so far, in the melee lasting just over a minute, others have hardly managed to hit him. Instead, having circled behind the Toilet, Bai Lang unleashed a heavy punch aimed at the steam engine. "Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist! Blast the Northern Dipper Cannon!"

Like the Southern Dipper Train Cannon's rigid fist method, infused with a hint of the Northern Dipper's internal‑to‑external explosive cannon intent, it struck the steam armor's back like an armor‑piercing round. Though the steam engine already had external armor that also served as a heat sink, inside it ran high‑temperature, high‑pressure steam.

This roughly half‑human‑high steam engine is intrinsically precise yet extremely violent; its steam can easily be pressurized to over ten atmospheres, reaching temperatures of several hundred degrees. If damaged...... it would surely explode spectacularly, and anyone nearby would be scalded to death—a fact. Bai Lang's punch pierced it; its tremendous force bent and warped what should have been a protected, seemingly indestructible outer shell.