Chapter 268: Martial General Techniques

The horse bandits scattered like an avalanche, rushing everywhere, but a gathered group of horse bandits on the outside vaguely formed a circle, trapping Bai Lang in the middle. And Bai Shaobao didn't care at all; they were just a bunch of lowly thugs, and he could easily charge through such a formation—though it's not the Sui‑Tang Heroes legend, smashing an army of 800,000 like Li Yuanba seems… not too hard?

"I loathe the heavens, which have no handle, and the earth, which has no ring......" Bai Lang knows that Li Yuanba never existed in history, but Li Cunxiao did. The martial skill he can wield now is probably the best in the world—at least on the battlefield. He now rides his horse to the banners of the Four Great Bandits, waves his hand and intends to cut the flags with his long spear, "I suppose it's about the same, indeed a massacre."

Bai Lang grinned, not wearing a helmet, just a cloth wrapped around his hair, a face full of bristling beard and hanging eyebrows—exactly the look of a peerless war general. On top of his tall, massive frame wielding a heavy weapon, the ones surrounding him must be the Four Great Bandits. Because those four at first glance didn't look like good men—no, there were more than four, maybe six or seven. The first one to approach held a dust sweeper, tall and thin like a scholar, but his face was so sly that Bai Lang almost shouted, "Isn't that the sly man Jian?"

The fiercest was a hulking man with a tumor on his head, whose weapon—a wolf fang mace—made Bai Lang take a second look; he looked more like a military general than a wandering swordsman. Behind him was a short, stout man with a lecherous complexion, wielding an unfamiliar ring studded with teeth. Finally, the one leading the charge looked like an old scholar—the entire Four Great Bandits arrived, all dismounted.

"Still horse bandits, truly a name that doesn't match the reality," Bai Lang muttered. As the leader of the horse bandits, he didn't rely on horseback skill—shameful for a name like horse bandit—there will surely be another disgraceful one named Fenghan later. After the Four Great Bandits, a few others didn't rush to attack; they just held positions, led by a strikingly handsome young man whose expression, though not particularly sinister, resembled the style of Fang Tang Jing.

The Four Great Bandits moved swiftly and their martial skill was not low, but Bai Lang only sneered. Then he opened his mouth with a tiger's roar, the sound wave almost visible to the naked eye. The frantic roar shook the surroundings; crucially, Bai Lang's roar was "FusRoDah!"—an inexplicable shout that instantly halted the charging Four Great Bandits, even leaving some dazed, their faces turning greenish‑red—suffering internal injuries.

The horse bandits roaming on the outside were knocked down together with their horses; the weak‑skilled ones staggered, dizzy and unable to rise, and even the war horses' four hooves twitched, barely able to stand, and when they did they were wobbling. Fortunately the area wasn't huge; with Bai Lang as the center, the shock radius was only about one hundred meters. The few onlookers with ill intent also froze, their faces stiff, as if struck by a great hammer and forced several steps back.

Bai Lang didn't press the advantage; instead he laughed merrily, watching the four men recover and assume their stances. As for the warhorse beneath him—Bai Lang had just grasped the method of man‑horse unity, allowing his innate true qi to circulate through the horse. If Double Dragon can do it, why can't Bai Lang? The horse also has the Ren and Du meridians, and the eight extraordinary vessels in its limbs; although the acupoints and qi sea differ, Bai Lang isn't training the horse's internal skill—he's merely letting his innate true qi flow through the horse to boost its strength.

Naturally he can also close his ear openings to steady his spirit, so Bai Lang's roar didn't shatter his mount's soul. Seeing the crowd's faces showing regret, terror, ferocity, and a desperate give‑up, Bai Lang finally laughed, raised his hand and swung his long spear. Bai Lang's legs controlled the horse, Internal Force poured into the horse's body, directing the horse's "Qi" so it could move according to his will. Thus the horse performed a lateral gallop—something impossible for a horse of this temperament.

Before his transmigration, Bai Lang had watched a video of the famous Andalusian horse at a bull‑fighting arena performing flower‑insertion moves; now his warhorse, after being infused with Internal Force, is somewhat close—such a horse can perform feigned left‑right flower‑insertion spins, a prized mount that would be worth a fortune in the Great Tang.

The horse's lateral movement was decisive and fierce, simultaneously driving Bai Lang's arm to sweep with his long spear. The horse's power needed little assistance; Bai Lang, powered by his current White Tiger Strength, could generate a terrifying crescent‑shaped cutting storm. The four men were completely surrounded by this strike and immediately scrambled to block—escape was impossible; this world is fortunate to have what's called a Qi lock, and once the timing is missed, a piercing hollow strike follows, instantly ending a life.

Some counter‑attacked, some blocked, and as others moved they triggered Qi flow changes; these four actually had enough skill to block Bai Lang's strike. It was messy, but they managed to block—without taking much damage. After this strike, the Four Great Bandits' morale vanished; Bai Lang sensed their Qi flow scattering—preparing to flee, as horse bandits do. At that moment, the outer horse bandits finally began to stand up one after another, partially regaining combat ability, and all fled in desperation without looking back.

The four tried to run, but where could they escape? Bai Lang was more interested in the three onlookers, especially the leading youth; his martial skill was inferior to any of the Four Great Bandits, yet his stature and aura seemed stronger than theirs. "Your heads are quite valuable, and I, the lord, am rather short on cash—I've been spending heavily lately. How about we make a deal: you lend me your heads, consider it charity for the poor?"

Bai Lang's words could almost kill the crowd with laughter, and he indeed did so. Driven by true qi, the horse's movements were demonic, its forward and backward steps looking extremely bizarre. Bai Lang held his long spear in his right hand, drew an iron hammer with his left, and moved forward to take heads.

The four teamed up to the death, with the third, Fang Jianding, nicknamed "Leave No Chicken or Dog," hard‑blocking Bai Lang's iron hammer; the second, Jiao Tuqianli, rash, together with the first, Cao Yinglong, used dust sweeper and soft force to try to entangle Bai Lang's long spear. Finally, Xiang Baitian, called "No Grass Grows," attacked Bai Lang with his weapon, aiming to force the man to withdraw his strength—at that moment the Four Great Bandits all realized they'd hit a solid wall; this man was likely the biggest hurdle of their lives.

The wolf fang mace is indeed a heavy weapon, but to hard‑block Bai Lang's iron hammer? The iron hammer struck the mace, instantly snapping several spikes; Bai Lang's wrist remained as steady as Mount Tai, yet Fang Jianding, holding the mace, had his palms split, his arms limp, even his waist and legs gave out, and when Bai Lang's wrist turned, an iron hammer thrust forward—Fang Jianding's skull was about to belong to Bai Lang......