Chapter 329: Outbreak

Bai Lang now also began to use his own 'true kung fu', his force penetrating continuously, sharp gang qi turning into a wind clinging outside his skin—this was the utmost he could do under the circumstances, the wind's thickness about a sheet of paper, sticking to his skin, unable to be guided into a gale. Even so, Bai Lang felt the pressure increase pointlessly; continuing to strengthen would actually reduce his combat power, so he engaged in a fierce battle with Shi Zhixuan at this level of force.

Shi Zhixuan's movement was like a phantom demon; when he displayed it, people couldn't keep up, and relying purely on qi sensing led to frequent mistakes—but Bai Lang didn't care—no matter how strong this person's movement, it still couldn't match the 'Ice River' he had previously displayed; whether phantom or qi-sensing errors, the distance from Shi Zhixuan's true body wouldn't be great, at most one person apart. So Bai Lang only needed to widen his attack range, using suppressive strikes to force Shi Zhixuan to exchange blows with him.

Facing this brute's style, Shi Zhixuan momentarily had a bit of trouble—he doesn't rely on tendons and bones for strength, and he's already several decades old; besides, he practices the Flower Between School's 'Unrestrained Among Flowers' and the Patch Heaven Pavilion's 'Mortal Strike' techniques, at most adding Buddhist Sect's heart method to harmonize, basically the manner of a graceful scholar and a gentle monk. Where is that half-body bulging muscles, oily-shiny all over, the Arhat Benevolent King Method? The Buddhist Sect in the Central Plains nowadays really seems to lack hard martial arts—so when Bai Lang once stormed the Quiet Contemplation Zen Temple, those bald thieves were like that.

But now the bald thieves have ruined it; the entire Quiet Contemplation Zen Temple, together with the Four Great Holy Monks, is completely wiped out, the Buddhist Sect directly collapsed over half the heavens—yet this also opens up the world for new rising talents—if the nuns just persevere through this period, they might actually achieve great development? If they could also cultivate a Buddhist sect... in Bai Lang's view, women can hold up half the sky; who says nuns can't create some sect?

Shi Zhixuan isn't without a way to deal with Bai Lang's hard-and-hard style, but when hard-and-hard force reaches Bai Lang's level of boundless strength, there really is no solution—his undying true qi simply can't penetrate, and repeatedly striking Bai Lang with yin force is also useless. Can Shi Zhixuan still shatter a lump of iron from behind a lump of iron? Now Bai Lang's hands and feet have an extra layer of wind, which prevents Shi Zhixuan from even using true qi to sense the enemy; he can't feel Bai Lang's muscle movements, making detection naturally difficult.

Moreover, the airflow coiled around his hands and feet; when Shi Zhixuan tried to deflect or shift, his true qi would be torn apart by this layer of airflow, and if his clothing were touched by the airflow, it would be directly ripped apart. Shi Zhixuan finds it easy against others, but against Bai Lang it's truly like facing a hedgehog—hard to get a hand on. Bai Lang also has rebound force; this is purely a hard rebound, whereas if it were true qi rebound, Shi Zhixuan's life-death transformation would instead counter it.

Bai Lang's attacks had already destroyed the venue; the bricks on the ground were directly torn apart by his fists and feet, the horrible wind sound reverberated in the hall, the surrounding curtains were also ripped apart by fist wind and foot qi, leaving the interior empty of people. Even Shang Xiufang, who wanted to watch and play music to cheer, was pulled away by Shang Xiuxun; Wei Zhenzhen, though worried, also understood the priorities...... The Undying Seal Method combined with the Phantom Demon Body Technique is most advantageous in group battles—the more people, the fiercer and easier he fights.

But one-on-one duel? Bai Lang thinks Shi Zhixuan is just about that—he can't kill Shi Zhixuan now, but Shi Zhixuan can't kill him either. 'As long as I hit him, Shi Zhixuan will probably be seriously injured; consecutive hits would surely kill him.' Unfortunately, Shi Zhixuan's lightness skill weaves and dodges, managing to avoid almost all of Bai Lang's attacks, and even those hard to dodge, he blocks and deflects them one by one with his palm techniques.

But Shi Zhixuan's palms could take no more; Bai Lang could see his palms red and hot, he was using true qi to fully protect his palms, yet even so, Bai Lang's attacks had already battered them to the point of near bone-breaking and tendon-snapping. 'Indeed, it's the White Tiger Star Lord...' Even in this state, Shi Zhixuan still wore a carefree expression, and directly withdrew. 'Oh?! Want to run? Is it that easy?' Bai Lang snorted in mockery.

'Don't think of leaving! Although my Lord's Night Wind can't be used, taking one of my Caesar Surges is no problem!' Bai Lang laughed wildly, his hands pulling back then thrusting forward together; this time he simply employed the force of the Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist, forcibly activating the power of the White Tiger Howling Wind—even if the next moment the world's pressure would crush him, making his bones crackle, a half-sphere of true qi, one person tall and one person wide, had already been launched.

'No borrowing! No turning! Unless you have a Dark Barrier!' Bai Lang laughed hysterically; this surge flew at extreme speed and its range kept expanding—Shi Zhixuan couldn't dodge it, so he could only take it head-on. Bai Lang also knew that after the Evil King took it, unless his bones were broken and tendons destroyed rendering him immobile, he would surely not be able to catch up—this world's suppression just now also left Bai Lang somewhat unable to bear it. He now finds it hard to move.

Shi Zhixuan flew backward while striking his palms against this semi-transparent qi wave—given Shi Zhixuan's broad experience, he had truly never seen internal force true qi possess a substantive color before. Blade light and sword shadow do have color, but pure true qi having color he had indeed never seen—yet upon contact he immediately realized, this damn thing fundamentally isn't true qi, or rather isn't pure true qi. 'Exactly, innate true qi melds into White Tiger Killing Qi, drawing upon the power of wind between heaven and earth; this thing truly can't be called true qi, it should be said to be a power unique to the individual.'

Bai Lang silently laughed to himself, this also being a power he had only just begun to cultivate—you could call it true qi, or battle qi, or even simply 'qi' would not be wrong; Bai Lang thought calling it 'qi' was even more appropriate. The words of that traitor military advisor of his, he now somewhat understands: 'What does 'just blast it down!' mean? Isn't it just condensing one's martial conviction to turn the magnetic field a million folds?'

As for another kind of battle method, that is none other than the Saiyan Battle Method; Bai Lang also sees hope for himself—only he lacks that bloodline, so he can only learn from the noseless bald one, becoming the strongest earthling. He now seeks to unify his qi, anyway also from outside to inside—this strike is one of his achievements.

Shi Zhixuan indeed struggles to transform this kind of force—the key is wind, it is nature, it is a destructive gale compressed within; of course it's not just wind, there's also the brutal, tyrannical killing qi, the grim slaughter qi of golden spears and iron horses' war and carnage, and the solemn killing qi between heaven and earth. How could such qi be converted into life-giving method? Wind turned to earth? Killing turned to creation? War and carnage how else? By chanting sutras? Could the solemn killing qi between heaven and earth possibly be transformed into spring rain nurturing all beings?

This is truly too difficult for Shi Zhixuan.