Chapter 348: Stealing a Chicken, Losing the Rice

Can assassins who fight for money or profit really sacrifice themselves to complete the mission? Assassins with lower martial skill should be like that, after all their lives are mostly not in their own hands. But when they reach Innate Expert? Using such assassins as suicide attackers? No organization would be that extravagant, probably only the government could do that. Bai Lang now has three knives, six holes, and over a dozen wounds on his body, while the opposite side also has broken hands and feet, covered in injuries.

Going on like this will definitely result in mutual loss; up to now nobody has gone all‑out, but both sides clearly know that if they do go all‑out, it's extremely likely that all five will die...... For Bai Lang, Chun Xia Qiu Dong says the intel is indeed unreliable; this external expert before him is terrifyingly strong, and this is hardly a simple external divine skill——although every external divine skill that can be cultivated to Innate Expert is called a supreme art, this divine skill is too exaggerated, right—being able to control the gale........

Will failing the mission ruin the signboard? Ha, people running businesses occasionally have to smash their signboard a bit; as long as the Assassin Tower can still send out assassins of Innate Expert level, there's no worry about the signboard being smashed and business suffering. After bitterly cultivating to Innate Expert...... it's not to be wasted here. So these four surrounded Bai Lang, but their feet began to gradually retreat.

Bai Lang certainly had no intention to continue attacking, but he wanted to force these four into a death match with him. Basically his injuries are certainly no lighter than anyone else's here; the four sword intents are still intertwining in his five viscera and six bowels, constantly destroying his vitality. If these four scram quickly, Bai Lang will have the leisure to treat his own wounds. Both sides gradually pulled apart, and after reaching a distance everyone tacitly understood, these four directly used Lightness Skill to run.

And Bai Lang also gave a cold snort, a burning-like qi aura suddenly appeared on his body, then he drew it in; Bai Lang took a stance and began to punch slowly—external divine skill relies on this to mobilize the body's qi, beginning to suppress and dispel the sword intent within his wounds. At that very moment, a hearty laugh came, and right in front of the Mountain God Temple a plump, long‑bearded old man appeared.

Bai Lang curled his lip, glanced at the Mountain God Temple behind him, and said, "Damn it, I might have to repair the house...."

"Hey, who are you?" Bai Lang asked casually; the other also smiled narrowly, as if that were his only expression, "Six and a Half Hall." The old man said, "I knew I'd pick up a bargain." Bai Lang shook his head, directly gathered his qi and lunged forward—he has wounds now, so a quick decisive battle is best; opening with his full power right away is ideal. Bai Lang circulated the qi throughout his body, and a Tornado formed twelve strands that surrounded this place.

Of course Bai Lang, wrapped in the gale, kept flashing in and out, pushing this old man to fly outward—the old man's protective gang qi is also quite formidable. This old coot clasped his palms, and directly a fiery energy that seemed to burn everything shot up into the sky. Bai Lang really hadn't carefully studied how many Innate Experts at the entrance level Six and a Half Hall has, but he knows the hall master of Six and a Half Hall is surnamed Lei, and his cultivation should be thunder law.

This person before him seems also to be an inner hall member of Six and a Half Hall, what's his name again? Anyway Bai Lang knows now is not the time to reminisce; he brought the gale's wind blades and directly slashed forward with a claw.

The old man raised one palm to heaven and lowered the other to cover the ground at his dantian; when Bai Lang's claw, carrying a bloody wind, grabbed at him, the old man's arms circled and brought up a wave of fiery energy, actually like a disc turning Bai Lang's energy outward, and then he followed with a palm strike of boundless fiery energy toward Bai Lang. "Can it even draw the fire energy from my wounds?" Bai Lang frowned, "Surely a fine martial art!"

This kind of blocking and striking makes Bai Lang feel it's like a "receiving technique" or "Heaven‑Earth Magic Combat"; Bai Lang extended a palm and directly clashed with the old man's palm. "Your skill isn't deeper than mine!" Bai Lang quickly concluded; this fire energy, though terrifying, the wind power driven by Bai Lang's White Tiger Roaring Wind is not weak either, at least it can block one or two. Right then Bai Lang went all out, his second and third claws shot out consecutively.

His legs also kicked out in succession, leaving blade‑light‑like leg shadows, and the most ruthless part was that Bai Lang simply ignored the old man's attacks, letting his fists and palms smash into his own body. He only slightly raised his qi to barely block one or two. Immediately the sound of breaking bones was heard, along with the scent of scorched skin and flesh, and the blood Bai Lang spat out was scalding and burning, turning in the air into little fireballs. This can be called five strains and seven injuries; his five viscera and six bowels are corroded by the fire energy, and at any moment he could spout fire from all seven orifices.

Moreover his nostrils and mouth were already "spitting fire", the overflowing blood was burning......

Not doing it this way also won't work; it's better to let the fire energy vent out with the spitting blood, as long as it doesn't erupt before Bai Lang succeeds. If it were anyone else, by now they'd be burned through inside, leaving only a skin, but Bai Lang once had an adventure—the Spirit Mountain journey of the Adventure Hall, Bai Lang had soaked in the blood pool of the Azure Lion. The Azure Lion and White Tiger are relatives, otherwise Bai Lang couldn't have cultivated the White Tiger Heart so quickly.

The Azure Lion's blood let Bai Lang still persist, and Bai Lang's all‑out attack indeed exceeded the old man's expectation; his smile vanished instantly, "Wait!" Just as he uttered that word, Bai Lang's successive attacks, accompanied by a strong Tornado, arrived—you can't expect to have already pummeled Bai Lang with fists and feet, and he can't send them back, even having a receiving technique or Heaven‑Earth Magic Combat won't help.

Bai Lang kicked the old man up, then a half‑arc blade‑light leg swept across the old man's body, he kicked upward again, and finally a reverse leg kicked down—"This is called clan‑cleaving cut!" But Bai Lang's attack isn't over yet; his claws, legs, and palms keep blasting out with crackling sounds, while the opponent also goes all‑out counterattacking; Bai Lang relies on his external hard‑trained martial art Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist, completely without dodging or blocking, focusing solely on blasting his power into the old man.

The old man's protective gang qi is naturally also fire energy, but Bai Lang ignored the rebound damage from the fire energy to his hands and feet, no matter what, he just blasted hard; finally within the Tornado he lifted the opponent, tore and flung him, then grabbed the old man pressed to the ground and shoved forward, and finally a great Tornado swept the old man up—by now the old man looks rather shattered, while Bai Lang, having gathered his strength, unleashed a fierce White Tiger Light Cannon blast that let the old man take it all......

Bai Lang looks utterly miserable; being able to stand is already a miracle, his whole body scorched, muscles twisted, bones broken, plus huge gaping wounds...... In front of him lies a motionless, breathless old man like a torn sack. This old man is equally miserable, not to mention his belly ripped open—his hands and feet are broken, his head twisted to one side, his entrails stretched out over ten meters......

The old man originally had a good chance to kill Bai Lang, but Bai Lang's all‑out fight exceeded his expectation—he never thought this person would be so vicious...... So Bai Lang walked to the back of the Mountain God Temple, collapsed face‑first, lay on the ground, grabbed his wound to keep from passing out, and began to realign his broken bones.....