Chapter 300

Amidst the roaring sounds, this ferocious beast literally endured blade hacks, sword stabs, palm chops, fist strikes, and arrow shots; his palms fluttered not particularly fast, yet he always managed to intercept the attacks—his pair of fleshly palms truly like cast bronze and forged iron. His body was the same: those blade hacks and sword stabs left only white spots and lines on him, unable to break his skin and flesh. 'Indeed, an unparalleled external training martial art! Calling him the White Tiger Star Sovereign is not off the mark!'

Even while surrounding Bai Lang, these people still had leisure to speak—after all, Bai Lang's martial arts were those of an Innate Expert, but this world has its own limits; Bai Lang now couldn't blink and kill these people. For him, having Yu Yu stuffed in, shattering the void is impossible, so he must be forcibly bound by this world. These few people surrounding Bai Lang grew more panicked as the fight went on; although they covered each other, the absolute mighty general of the Sui dynasty could not seize any one of them to beat severely, yet this person's external training martial art truly is unmatched in the world; they struck him several times, not only failing to injure him, but instead they themselves were shaken by the rebound, becoming agitated and restless.

Bai Lang's disadvantage lies in his footwork; his previous Grass Flying and current wind-integrated body method are fast, but in terms of small-range directional changes, under this situation where his limits are restrained, he cannot match these opponents who have inherited and researched subtle martial arts for a thousand years—being unable to activate the wind domain is precisely why; otherwise, if he could summon a gale, Bai Lang doesn't believe he couldn't kill them.

When his body moves, it resembles a rolling tiger pouncing; the power of the strikes he unleashes with his hands and feet is peerless, and a fierce wind whirls around his body—a gale formed by true qi drawing in the heavenly and earthly energy, carrying a sharp, blade-like intent; carelessly, one could truly be sliced by the blade intent wrapped in the wind, for wind blades are extremely sharp. Moreover, Bai Lang's attacks are like hammers, axes, spears, and swords—those who face them are overwhelmed, and they cannot easily be blocked.

At Bai Lang's level of external training martial arts, it has become internal and external as one; even if one's fists and palms possessed the skill to strike a bull through a mountain, it might not succeed. Of course, if one could cultivate the innate profound yin force, it wouldn't necessarily be unable to break his external training martial art—but at least none of those present can cultivate it. Their fist and palm techniques can only penetrate Bai Lang's gang qi, yet they cannot invade his meridians beneath his skin, let alone damage his viscera.

Li Mi's martial arts are indeed strange; after a few palm strikes, seeing no effect, suddenly there is a change. The true qi of Li Mi's palm power trembles in waves, alternating high and low, dense and sparse; after just a few palms, his palm power actually penetrates the gang qi of the Golden Bell Cover without obstruction, and then, amidst the vibration, it passes through Bai Lang's tendons and bones directly into his meridians—of course, afterward it is dispersed by a surge of the killing qi from Bai Lang's Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist.

But this is a dangerous sign; the genius martial artists of this world are not NPCs—they can continually evolve and develop their martial arts with the changes of battle—those who manage to make a name for themselves are certainly not simple. Bai Lang laughed, 'Indeed, only in such a world can one constantly gain surprises.' That thought flashed in his mind, and Bai Lang exhaled and roared repeatedly; this is the technique added with a tiger's roar, specifically meant to shake the enemy's viscera through shouting—it can be called low-frequency resonance, and if not done well it could cause internal organ rupture.

He then turned his palms into claws; as his twin claws danced, streaks of fan-shaped claw light appeared—this is a tiger's claw more terrifying than the Great Strength Eagle Claw, its force heavy and mighty, crushing whatever it grasps, truly like a tiger pouncing—thus that long sword, upon being seized by Bai Lang, had its blade literally flattened, and the entire sword was thus ruined. That expert also discarded his sword, his face flushing red with anger, and in the next instant he turned his palms into blades, slashing crisscross toward Bai Lang.

This palm-blade takes the palm as its bone, the blade intent as its body, the blade qi as its edge; as the thought cuts forth, its agility and fierceness surpass even that of a real blade. Moreover, it seems Li Mi also sent a mental transmission to these people; the true qi attached to their martial arts likewise began to tremble, enabling their attacks to basically penetrate Bai Lang's protective gang qi without loss. To resist them, Bai Lang must either increase his power or simply change the frequency of his protective gang qi—the latter being less likely, so the former is more reliable.

But Bai Lang did not increase his power; instead, he dispersed the gang qi of the Golden Bell Cover, gathering the strength of the Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist into his limbs and apertures, literally transforming himself into a divine weapon that could take your life in three thousand—what else could be called a weapon that can serve as a hammer, an axe, and also spears, halberds, if not the 'Take Your Life in Three Thousand'? Bai Lang charged forward; even attacks that could penetrate his body still couldn't wound him, perhaps they could injure his flesh, but such wounds would first be shallow, and secondly, the speed of clotting and scabbing is extremely fast; although his body bore many scars that looked fearsome, they soon fell off.

Such people, unless they exhaust his blood and qi, probably cannot kill him; otherwise, they would need a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering strike to directly behead Bai Lang, but their attacks at most penetrate the flesh by a fraction of an inch—making Bai Lang bleed even a little is already remarkable. Even among them, Li Mi does not truly want to fight Bai Lang to the death; in his view, why must he kill this Sui general? With just these few people, he could sweep the surroundings clean, and Bai Lang would naturally meet his demise.

Although this battle once again struck Li Mi in the face, it also made him increasingly convinced of one thing: 'Bai Lang is just a single person, and the county troops behind him are no more than five hundred; such a handful can only disgust people, and it's impossible to determine who belongs to the world!'

The soldiers on both sides watched their own masters duel—these were all grandmasters; the experts Li Mi had found surrounded Bai Lang alone, and although they could not defeat Bai Lang, they ultimately blocked the charge of this ferocious beast. Without further slaughter, the killing aura of the White Tiger inevitably began to wane; this day's battle is probably about to end. As Bai Lang withdrew and retreated, no one blocked him; he was allowed to leave the combat circle and move his limbs, and a mouthful of spit, like a nail, shot out a hole in the stockade wall......

The Wagang Fort lost Shan Xiongxin; Li Mi's personal guard cavalry was also mostly destroyed; Qin Qiong still suffered heavy injuries; Bai Lang's side, out of the five hundred county troops, twenty to thirty were killed or wounded, and they beheaded over a thousand from Wagang Fort, but they lost their original baggage train, the big carts and auxiliary troops are gone as well—truly it's hard to say who won or who suffered. If Bai Lang simply withdrew his troops to garrison the granary, Wagang Fort would indeed be unable to stop him—you can't stop him, for even if Wagang Fort occupied the granary, as long as Bai Lang remains nearby, glaring like a tiger, where could they transport the grain away?

On the contrary, Bai Lang has no such worries; he only needs to prevent Wagang Fort from obtaining grain. Without grain, Wagang Fort cannot gather the starving masses; if it cannot gather the starving masses, it cannot relieve them and thus cannot win popular support; if it cannot gather more troops, then it will lose the advantage of timing—this is tantamount to giving other ambitious people an opportunity, such as the Duke of Tang, Li Yuan, that scoundrel.