Chapter 238: Victory

After the force seeped in, "Boom!" Bai Lang's tongue cracked like spring thunder. But the technique wasn't satisfactory; the internal explosion never occurred. Bai Lang's true qi, after entering the opponent's steam machine, lost control. "Damn!" he cursed, leapt back and kicked the bro whose pectoral muscle had blown up, but the man flashed golden light and blocked it solidly. Though the punch didn't explode, the dented outer steel plate also deformed the internal mechanical structure.

The steam machine was originally extremely delicate; once its structure deformed it immediately malfunctioned. Yet it didn't explode—how could a Double‑Blade Steam Toilet be so easy to lose control? The steam‑powered armor quickly began venting airflow from the power pack on its back, releasing high‑temperature steam that screamed sharply. "The guards' lives don't matter; the pilot's life must be saved first." Bai Lang dodged the erupting steam—the man did the same, brandishing a short gun without a hint of fear.

Bai Lang patted his own head. "Huh? Isn't this a good chance? The encircling formation now shows a huge flaw." Watching the bronze giant rapidly close in, Bai Lang didn't think twice and kicked the man again, then leapt away. He now knows that the man, though strong enough to fight, is truly slower than him, so he should run quickly. The Double‑Blade Steam Toilet had already shut down, leaving a big opening.

Those bronze giants are utterly unscientific; they look like bronze statues, yet without moving joints they can move like humans. Bai Lang gave them a glance and had no desire to dismantle such giants—thankless labor and he has no need to do it—actually he still doesn't understand why these people are after him. He doesn't think that being a stowaway automatically makes him wrong.

But something must have changed somewhere, because Bai Lang also saw the shoes; the lone shoes would take a few steps forward the moment his gaze left them. He didn't want to tangle with such troublesome things, so he used Lightness Skill to run, disregarding everything, releasing his true qi outward to summon a raging wind that accelerated him.

The bronze giants actually move quickly; now a giant over ten meters tall blocks Bai Lang's path, its massive palm swooping toward him with a rush of wind. Bai Lang flips, leaps over the palm and slashes the bronze man's back of the hand with a hand‑knife. The sharp intent of the Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist tears the bronze's hide—yes, the giant is hollow. The cut oozes scalding molten lead, which quickly solidifies.

The giant lets out a wild roar and swings back, but Bai Lang has already fled. "Talos Giant?" The increasingly inexplicable distortion makes Bai Lang touch the Yu Yu hanging around his neck again. "It filled up three more points… I can't figure out what's going on."

Is this world friendly or not? Without a quest system it's really confusing. Bai Lang left the city directly, but the intangible shoes, gloves and such clung to him tightly, and as the sky roared "Waa‑yaa‑yaa‑yaa!", a man fell like a meteor. The man was relentless, apparently using a catapult or some other projectile weapon to hurl himself toward Bai Lang.

"Rat!" the man roared like thunder, then a fist descended from the sky. The punch lifted the vigorous blood qi inside him, forming a massive golden fist that fell together with his strike. As the fist came down, it had already sucked out the sky's air, and the whistling clouds above exploded into a ring like a doughnut. The golden fist was at Bai Lang's head in the blink of an eye.

"Ha!" Bai Lang also split his legs, stomping heavily onto the ground, and after a long time a White Tiger illusion appeared on his body—at this point he no longer wanted to hold back, so he blasted the opponent cleanly while the anomaly hadn't fully twisted. If the twisted distortion were prolonged and intensified, then unleashing full power would likely be beyond tears. The White Tiger illusion whipped up a gale, and within the wind thunder and ice blades also manifested; the earth began to quake, and magma beneath the ground transmitted heat upward.

All this will also harm Bai Lang himself; the wind is almost completely uncontrolled—he can summon a gale, but what kind of storm it becomes is beyond his command. The runaway storm, the runaway ice, fire, and thunder affect both sides equally. Bai Lang forces the gale to recede; the twisted cosmic qi makes this extremely arduous—White Tiger roars to the heavens, and the gale, catalyzed by the White Tiger, becomes a massive wind blade that strikes the golden giant fist directly.

The wind blade failed to stop the giant fist's descent; the pale blade shattered on the fist, and the White Tiger's body crouched then surged upward to meet the golden giant fist—inside, it was actually Bai Lang standing on the ground, drawing power from the earth, channeling it from his legs to his waist to his arms, unleashing a Southern Dipper White Tiger Ascension Cannon. All martial arts have a rising dragon; this punch also gathered the essence of Bai Lang's Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist, a massive White Tiger illusion attached to it, slashing toward the golden giant fist.

The collision between the two began with no sound at all; one could only see the golden light turn into a halo that swept dozens of miles in the blink of an eye. Then the light sphere expanded enormously, followed by a white shockwave that surged outward after the halo, and finally a cataclysmic explosion roared. Every protruding part on the ground was flattened outright; where the halo passed, the already fragmented bulges were blown by the shockwave into flying ash.

The massive storm circle that had formed, spanning several miles in diameter, vanished without a trace under this punch; the air was pushed aside, then a powerful convection rolled up a brand‑new, even fiercer storm. Bai Lang and the man also exchanged a punch; this Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist punch merged essence, spirit, and vigor as if tiger claws striking tiger fangs, concentrating the whole White Tiger's power into a single strike. Thus the punch was like a siege cone, but the ensuing force surged like a massive iron spear, finally turning into sharp multi‑blade wheels that spun and sliced.

The man, however, was far simpler; the force of his punch was uniform, like a solid iron pestle smashing down.

Both sides' body‑refining stages were at the Great Completion realm; in terms of sheer physical strength and blazing blood qi, the golden‑light man was probably still above Bai Lang, but regarding the ferocity of force variation, Bai Lang far outmatched him. Thus, at the moment of contact, the golden fist indeed twisted the White Tiger's visage to the point of near collapse, yet it could not withstand the recoil and the White Tiger Fist's force, being torn apart by the sharp momentum and gradually disintegrating.

The man caught in the middle was, of course, directly hit; Bai Lang's rising punch twisted his arm, and finally ended with Bai Lang's fist crushing his right chest...