Chapter 297: Brilliant as Peach Blossoms

Bai Lang descended from the sky, and in midair he had already swung the bone spear in his hand, drawing an arc of light ahead. The spearhead weighed at least sixty-odd catties, and the force of the swing felt like over a thousand catties. Consequently, the enemy spears were snapped apart by the bone spear, and any soldier gripping a spear who didn't let go in time would likely have his tiger's mouth split. After landing, Bai Lang swung the bone spear again in a reverse sweep.

This was exactly the splendid sight Bai Lang had anticipated—flesh and bone fragments flying through the air, a blend of white and red. Accompanied by wonderful screams and the sound of flesh and bone shattering, ah, it was a feast for the eyes. The bone spear, weighing over sixty catties and tipped with thumb‑long ridges, smashed armor, shattered bones, and ripped flesh with ease; moreover, the blade over a foot long at its front sliced the soldiers it struck in half or ripped open their bellies.

This sweep killed more than ten brave Wagang Stronghold soldiers before his eyes— to block the fierce attack of a warrior like Bai Lang, the frontline troops were already the toughest. Bai Lang now carved the first depression, and after sweeping with this move he gripped the bone spear with both hands and began to truly wield it—no need to chop downward, just a horizontal sweep; the technique opened wide, yet under Bai Lang's strength it became a storm of flesh and blood.

"Monster!" the supervising commanders exclaimed. This monster could not be pierced by arrows, and appeared impervious to blades and spears—though no lack of extraordinarily brave soldiers threw themselves into the circle and fiercely thrust their spears at Bai Lang, even though his armor had been hacked to pieces, not a drop of blood appeared—yet the splatters of soldiers' flesh and blood on him were plentiful.

What Bai Lang held was a genuine lethal weapon, and a highly durable one at that—even if the blade on the bone spearhead had dulled from repeatedly cutting flesh and bone, the brutally spiked tip still packed tremendous force; this thing relies purely on brute strength, so even if the ridges on the bone spear become rounded and dull, it matters not. Wielding it, Bai Lang brought forth a whirlwind of flesh, and after advancing just a few dozen steps, over a hundred men lay dead beneath it.

Even if the brave warriors of Wagang Stronghold had soaring morale and unshakeable resolve to rebel, facing such brutal slaughter they would lose heart. This monster was impervious to blades and spears—indeed, Bai Lang's ornamental armor was already in tatters, so he simply tore it off and flung away his helmet, yet he continued to wear a ** short garment while waving the bone spear and slaughtering indiscriminately.

This man's fierce killing aura was like a tiger's, and the commandery troops following Bai Lang's advance were each like rakshasa demons. These troops were fully armored in decent lamellar armor, their faces covered with demon masks to ward off arrows to the face, and their weapons were spears and great axes, just as deadly. Bai Lang ahead had already crushed one unit after another of Wagang Stronghold's elite troops, and these following demons merely stabbed and hacked to pieces the defeated soldiers.

They too shouted and raved, their frenzy not due to Bai Lang ahead—the troops he led had already become a rare elite. This change came from the White Tiger Army aura on Bai Lang; his subordinates naturally received the White Tiger's encouragement, entering the state known as "berserker," able to plunge into battle and slaughter without fear. Bai Lang himself was now peerless; before him stood no worthy opponent.

Even sending cavalry to charge, in the face of Bai Lang's killing aura the horses' legs went soft halfway, the rest shattering like wave‑tops against rocks, and before Bai Lang's bone spear they turned into flying chunks of meat. Dan Xiongxin was the first Wagang Stronghold general to fall in battle; he dismounted to meet Bai Lang on foot with an iron spear, accompanied by retainers whose martial skill surpassed that of ordinary soldiers. Bai Lang had just swung the bone spear, crushing a batch of troops, when a spearhead flashed into view. This spearhead came with extreme speed, and it even seemed to snatch away the daylight.

This spear was Dan Xiongxin's signature martial art; Bai Lang felt as if all the brilliance of the sky had gathered in this thrust, 'It truly seizes the soul—perhaps even one's thoughts and spirit are concentrated in this spear.' Yet what good was that? Bai Lang merely raised the bone spear sideways to block, but failed to stop this spear......

Dan Xiongxin's spear tip seemed to be some specially forged implement; Bai Lang's mere steel bone spear was pierced through by that thrust, and the spear's sharp energy split the bone spear cleanly in two. Bai Lang instantly felt he must have a grudge against weapons, and in the blink of an eye he lost yet another piece of gear—'Others can pass down their precious swords and blades through generations, but why does my junk always break?' This, too, is the best outcome for battlefield weapons.

The iron spear's blade looked dull and unimpressive, yet it was astonishingly sharp; however, no matter how sharp a blade, if the wielder is exhausted there's nothing to be done. Bai Lang's horizontal strike, though it ruined his own weapon, likewise exhausted Dan Xiongxin's spear thrust. Bai Lang released the bone spear, spread his claws, and lunged forward, kicking up a gust of foul wind. The two sword‑and‑shield soldiers also roared, chopping down with their blades vertically and horizontally, completely blocking Bai Lang's advance.

Their internal force was also formidable, the sword cries carrying a sob, their power extremely rigid and fierce. Bai Lang curled the corner of his mouth into a smile, 'Fine swordsmanship!' Having said that, he extended both hands and immediately gripped the blades of the two swords; these men reacted just as quickly, since their blades could not be budged any more than if they were striking rock or iron, they instead transferred the force into the shields in their other hands. The shields, unleashed with full force and boosted by the two hulks' weight and momentum, directly smothered Bai Lang's view completely.

Meanwhile, Dan Xiongxin, having recovered his breath and gathered strength, thrust his spear forward once again.

Bai Lang exerted force with his two fingers and snapped the two blades in half, then swung his fists to strike the shields; the power of the Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist was like a siege cone, directly blasting through the shield forged of refined iron an inch thick, killing the two hulks behind it with shattered bones and torn tendons. They were purely shaken to death by unmatched rigidity, every bone and organ in their bodies crushed, dying almost instantly. Bai Lang, of course, also saw the brilliant spear thrust coming afterward.

Bai Lang turned his fist into a palm, thrusting his right hand forward like an iron spear, meeting Dan Xiongxin's thrust head‑on. The energy of the Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist made his palm emit a piercing whistle, and his right arm became like a spear shaft—unstiff, like steel or iron. When fingertip met spear tip, a tremendous snapping sound rang out; the iron spear's shaft, originally wrapped with a highly elastic horse‑lance cord, now had its lacquered hemp binding completely undone, and the multiple sections of the shaft burst open like blossoming flowers......