Chapter 360: I Am the King of Tokyo

No matter how you say it, this is reality, not a movie or comic; Bai Lang couldn't just go knock on the door and say "Madam, I like you!" and then get his wish. So he could only eavesdrop through the wall—but that's not very interesting, since you have to imagine the scene. Of course Bai Lang could reconstruct the movements from the airflow, but it's still boring.

So after listening for a while, Bai Lang figured it out and stopped eavesdropping; he already had a good grasp of the situation. First, his friend Teng Tian Gang probably couldn't pass the civil service exam anymore—he would surely become a thoughtful good friend; second, this Lady Taozi really is exactly as Bai Lang perceived, undoubtedly a woman ample enough to breed horseflies......

Bai Lang wondered if this wasn't a bit bad? Thinking about it, since ancient times our people's illicit affairs and adultery have appeared in works like the Xiao Lin Guang Ji just to give everyone a laugh, so this probably doesn't matter. Moreover, ancient Chinese jokes often use this for amusement; Bai Lang thinks laughing makes you ten years younger, letting everyone laugh is a good thing.

However, tonight Bai Lang could only sleep alone—he kept an eye out, wanting to see what would happen when Teng Tian Gang returned. At midnight, Bai Lang heard footsteps and the sound of the door closing next door; thereafter, lying in bed he could still hear the noises from next door—it wasn't that he couldn't, he just didn't.

Sure enough, Taozi should have been seeking intimacy, but Teng Tian Gang was obviously avoiding her; in the end they just fell asleep amid Taozi's sighs and Teng Tian Gang's promises. Bai Lang revealed a mysterious smile, confirming that his good friend Teng Tian Gang was indeed incapable. Bai Lang's palms slid along the wall, the subtle temperature difference letting him sketch the layout of the room opposite, especially the two people's positions and postures. Bai Lang ultimately didn't make a hole in the wall with his fingers; he still had his integrity.

When he went out in the morning, Bai Lang as usual met Mr. Teng Tian, greeting him with a sympathetic smile; they chatted casually as they walked to the station, and Bai Lang felt his friendship with Teng Tian Gang was progressing by leaps and bounds. Soon they would reach the point of gentlemen sharing wealth.

As usual he saw Ban Tian, who deliberately got off at this stop; this girl with glasses was someone most people wouldn't notice was actually quite pretty, and Bai Lang ruffled her hair before boarding.

Along the way there wasn't a single blocking delinquent teenager—perhaps they hadn't reacted to yesterday's incident yet? But upon entering the campus, Bai Lang sensed everyone's 'respect'; the students ahead spontaneously disappeared, giving Bai Lang and Ban Tian behind him a broad, smooth road.

This treatment made Bai Lang want to march with the six-relations-not-acknowledged stride, but he restrained himself, grabbing a boxing club member who was vanishing at light speed ahead of him: 'Hey! What's going on?' Japanese suddenly became fluent again......

"No..... Immovable Wisdom King!" This kid is clearly a second-year, but in Bai Lang's hands it seems the opposite, muttering those words from his mouth. "What?" Bai Lang even spoke in foreign language, "What the heck is an Immovable Wisdom King? Bah!" The other party looked terrified too, his featherweight-sized body shrinking smaller than a flyweight, "Sir, you didn't beat up the Bell Orchid gang yesterday...... they just spread this around."

Bai Lang released the upperclassman, also smoothing his crumpled collar. "Oh, I know they're chuunibyou, but I didn't expect them to be this chuunibyou...... Immovable Wisdom King? Then I ask, have I become the strongest in Tokyo?" Of course that just made the other party laugh along, since he didn't know either.

Just thinking about it makes it clear—once this gets out, those Tokyo chuunibyou delinquents will surely come one by one to provoke, trying to seize that title—Bai Lang had a strong sense of déjà vu, feeling it was much like the martial world......"Feudal dross, truly feudal dross!" Bai Lang thought, these petty chuunibyou delinquents really are no different from martial arts masters.

This world does have exotic martial arts—at least Bai Lang has seen them in online news—though he hasn't yet seen anyone shooting energy blasts or setting fires, but from the clues there might be such martial artists? Thinking that, the Bell Orchid thugs are really just thugs; this lot of delinquents is too weak.

Bai Lang's studies are still fine, so teachers basically can't find fault with him—trouble with the White Crane Academy's already designated leader of the Four Heavenly Kings, teachers don't want to get beaten up in a sack either. Although Bai Lang would absolutely never do such an immoral thing. White Crane Academy, as a private higher institute, still has a few delinquent youths—but they're well-behaved on campus, only daring to smoke and fight outside the gates. Now that White Crane has produced a strong one like the Immovable Wisdom King, it doesn't hinder these rascals from borrowing the tiger's might to cause trouble.

When Bai Lang cultivated, the frenzied wind flowed everywhere, but his qi remained very stable. "This sense of dry heat is indeed brought by this world, certainly not a problem with my own cultivation." Bai Lang thought, the light cannon strike technique of this world has limited power, seemingly unable to produce an effect like a nuclear weapon. Bai Lang felt his White Tiger Cannon probably equates to a 155mm howitzer shell, still not as strong as his full-power punch.

Bai Lang has tried this: as a flight technique its attack power is inferior to direct striking; with direct contact he's confident he could shatter an entire apartment building in one blow, likewise shatter a huge boulder, but flight technique won't do—at most it can blast through a wall or leave a cratered surface.

"So if these exotic martial arts truly existed here, they wouldn't turn into everyone shooting energy blasts from afar; there would still have to be close-quarters combat, with the close-in fighter being king." Bai Lang drew that conclusion, which for him isn't a bad thing—after all this world actually limits his ceiling, but he could study what to do if he ever entered the internal-external release state.

Because in this world Bai Lang discovered he could likewise radiate aura, even "condense" it. Then perhaps the so-called ghosts, immortals, and gods have a basis for existence—Bai Lang dares not say there's none, but the likelihood is high.

None of this has anything to do with Jill being worth noting; without soothing Jill there's no enjoyable life. Bai Lang believes his transmigration here isn't just for martial practice...... He hasn't moved on Ban Tian yet, but that doesn't mean he can't admire Teng Tian Taozi. Moreover, this woman almost every day, when Bai Lang returns home, comes downstairs to throw out the trash, wearing those tight long or medium skirts—each time she's actually letting Bai Lang feast his eyes.

By now Bai Lang had no need to hide; he simply enjoyed watching Mrs. Teng Tian bend over or squat to tidy the trash heap, revealing her big peach, and he also knew Teng Tian Taozi surely noticed—people can sense a gaze on their back, but she pretends not to notice each day doing this, heh heh, heh heh heh......