Chapter 335: Decisive Battle with Martial Sovereign 2

To deal with Martial Sovereign Bi Xuan, Bai Lang didn't intend to use weapons—first, he himself was the strongest and most ferocious arsenal; second, the two weapons in his hands, though full of killing intent and nearly divine, weren't yet at this stage, so materials were still most important. The material of those two items was just point steel, far inferior to the named spear in Bi Xuan's hand. Using those two items would not only be useless but would hold him back.

Bai Lang simply discarded weapons, using his own body forged through a thousand tempers, employing his peerless hard skill to oppose Martial Sovereign Bi Xuan. Naturally, there is no such thing as 'equality' with a Martial Sovereign—if I don't use weapons, neither do you; Bi Xuan believes in giving his all, even sneak attacks count, victory is the only truth. Facing Bai Lang, he also solemnly raised his spear—news of Bai Lang's defeat of Shi Zhixuan had spread across the world, and at least half the people acknowledged his title of Grand Master.

The dry, hot aura in the air grew ever thicker; within a radius of several dozen zhang, the Turkic warriors could no longer endure and retreated backward, while Shang Xiu xuan, with her carriage, had already withdrawn far earlier—before Bai Lang's possible defeat, their safety was no concern. 'Flame Yang Great Technique...' Bai Lang exhaled a breath that seemed like burning air, 'If it were anyone else, their respiratory tract would probably be scorched by now? If not for someone whose five viscera and six bowels have been forged into a single lump of mixed iron... but how is this person heating the air?'

Hot air should convect, so there should be a gale, but now it seems there isn't; Bai Lang took a few more breaths, 'Is it illusion or overwhelming mental pressure? However, this internal force likely has a genuine scorching effect.' Both sides struck out simultaneously—Bi Xuan's spear thrust came like the light of the great sun converging to a point, blindingly bright. Although the surroundings were clearly grassland, they somehow gave off a feeling of scorching yellow sand stretching for thousands of miles, and the grass on the ground withered directly.

This is the external overflow of true qi sensing heaven and earth; such a person is indeed a talent—if he went to Bai Lang's world, he might well become an expert in the exterior realm. Bai Lang also let out a tiger's roar, the Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist skill activated, this time integrating the Golden Bell Shield technique; his aura became immensely mighty and fierce—like a city bristling with blades. A great sun fell upon the city of blades, and the rebounding shockwave swept in all directions.

Bai Lang's single punch struck the spear tip; that divine weapon could only pierce the skin of his pale golden iron fist, drawing a drop of blood. 'What formidable external martial art! Truly forged through a thousand tempers!' Bi Xuan spoke, his voice unexpectedly rich, his words full of praise. The Turkic martial arts also lean toward the external school; how could the martial arts of the Central Plains Divine Land be so subtle? He naturally knows that to train external striking martial arts to this degree requires what terrifying talent and the blood and sweat of arduous practice.

But actually Bi Xuan overestimated Bai Lang a bit; Bai Lang himself felt he hadn't trained that hard. After their first clash of force, each withdrew to gather strength, preparing to strike again—indeed, their styles already proved that what comes next will be fierce assaults, with no fancy moves like whatever Ning Daoqi does. Today is a man's battle; it's about whose strength and moves are fiercer, the power to overturn heaven and sea deciding who finally wins—and moreover, this kind of mutual pounding between the two will not only decide victory or defeat but also life and death.

Each collision of the two caused drastic changes in the surrounding environment—grass and trees on the ground turned to ash, while sand and dust flew up everywhere. The two figures rose and fell in the yellow sand, clashing like blacksmiths hammering iron, with a chaotic din. This fight bore not a trace of a Grand Master's grace; instead it resembled novices in the jianghu brawling. After all, it's just a brawl, the risk comparable to that of swordsmen—lose and you die.

Bai Lang's hands and feet were like spears and great axes, their power no less than Bi Xuan's spear. Because of Bai Lang's external martial art, the clash of qi from the Flame Yang Great Technique that leads one into a secret realm to become a desiccated corpse is also useless. Bai Lang's means of attack are also something Bi Xuan has seldom seen—movements wide open and closing yet turning smoothly; feet, knees, elbows, fists, claws, palms, shoulders can all be used to strike, each with its own advantages.

Bai Lang uses my-flow fighting style, mainly a continuous leg lift like a blade's gleam; even though Bi Xuan is a Grand Master, his physique still isn't as robust as Bai Lang's, and as for height? Bai Lang's stature now is not short compared to the mighty Bi Xuan—if anything, he seems a bit taller. Bi Xuan thrust his spear repeatedly, leaving several wounds on Bai Lang, but the true qi on the spear tip, possessing a scorching nature, instantly cauterized the wounds to stop the bleeding.

Flame Yang true qi finds it hard to penetrate Bai Lang's body; his internal force, although suppressed when released, remains absolutely formidable within. Innate true qi easily crushes the invading Flame Yang true qi. However, Bi Xuan, after all a Grand Master who follows the path of a strong physique, soon changed his spear's tactic to direct damage—at first he wanted to gradually wear down Bai Lang's iron-forged frame, but seeing it ineffective, he immediately switched methods.

In a head‑on clash, even Bi Xuan feels a bit startled—Bai Lang's punches and kicks are incredibly fierce; if he were hit, it would be nasty. Since Bi Xuan focuses on spear combat, the injuries Bai Lang sustains are certainly not light. Without any mysterious spiritual clash, let's just go for pure physical combat. Bi Xuan's spear utterly ignores Bai Lang's protective gang qi, piercing through at once, while Bai Lang's steel‑forged, iron‑cast body also struggles to block the spear's sharpness.

The same goes for Bi Xuan—his protective gang qi likewise cannot block Bai Lang's punches and kicks, which possess both tremendous blunt force and piercing sharpness, making it a tough fight for him as well. Both sides are like crystal mice wielding hammers, beating each other—not only must they kill the opponent, they must also avoid being killed themselves. Bi Xuan's Flame Yang Great Technique surged across the sky, its momentum and true qi climbing higher and higher; at this moment the sky, which had a few clouds, instantly cleared completely. Clear skies for ten thousand li!

The Turkic warriors had already retreated more than a hundred zhang away; seeing they could hardly stay, they'd need to withdraw another two or three li, while Shang Xiu xuan and her companions had already pulled back three li earlier—anyway, as long as the rolling yellow sand in the middle remains over a hundred zhang high, the battle hasn't ceased. Moreover, these women are martial artists too; they can fully feel the fierce intensity of that heavenly might.

Bai Lang twisted his body; the spear, carrying a fierce blazing aura, swept past, taking a chunk out of his left arm. However, the wound was instantly clamped shut by Bai Lang's muscles, hardly bleeding at all. Meanwhile, Bai Lang swept his single leg from top to bottom; likewise, Bi Xuan withdrew violently, but in the end the leather armor over his chest and abdomen was completely torn open, leaving a bloodstain on his body—just a bit more and he would have been disemboweled.