Chapter 373: Qualification in Sight

Bai Lang now has a bit of spare time to daydream, because his opponent lacks an advantage in mobility—this orthodox karate master is extremely refined in both attack and defense, but is somewhat lacking in mobility. Bai Lang's front and rear ice rivers can widen the distance at any time.

"That's wrong—it's perverse, like a woman panting while fighting! Only perverts would like this kind of battle!" Bai Lang shook his head as he watched the fairies fighting there. "Dare to be distracted in the middle of combat?!" With a roar, the middle‑aged man suddenly took a big step forward, throwing a straight punch.

"Domination Body? And add an anti‑flight technique attack?" The punch was a straight fist, laden with dense Qi that tore through the vortex Bai Lang had created, its power undiminished as it slammed into Bai Lang. Bai Lang smiled, did not dodge or evade, and the punch met his own, resonating instantly like a massive bell.

Bai Lang's cultivation is based on the Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield, naturally giving him a copper‑skin, iron‑bone body, while the opposing karate master's physical training is also no easy task; this punch is a strike in which the karate master's essence, Qi, and spirit are unified. When Bai Lang hammered it with great force, he felt a pure, refined power surge toward him.

His Golden Bell Shield reverberated back, adding his own tearing fist force, and the opponent surprisingly did not retreat a step, taking it, then switched hands to unleash a second straight punch that landed squarely. "To have such a solid foundation in karate is indeed a formidable opponent," Bai Lang said, not retreating, and pressed out a claw strike as well.

A claw pinched the fist, the force collapsed and then gathered, and Bai Lang pulled with his power. This fierce, domineering force yanked the entire karate master's body—he can meld his Qi with his flesh into a seamless whole, but the opponent's great force pried that whole apart, which was unavoidable.

One movement triggers a hundred; once the seamless whole is pried apart, it is no longer seamless. The power of Bai Lang's Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist, infused with the western Geng metal gale, traveled along the karate master's flesh, bone and sinew, externally prying and internally moving, shattering the karate master's Qi.

Just for an instant......

That instant was enough; Bai Lang tossed the karate master aside, then spun and kicked to further disrupt his balance. Afterwards Bai Lang struck hard and fast, the wind of his Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist roaring like a tiger. Bai Lang delivered a thirteen‑strike combo, forcefully hurling the karate master from one side of the ring to the other, leaving him unconscious from the shock.

"Rise to the afterlife!" Bai Lang nodded. As the doctors carried the man away, his body remained rigid—every joint locked by the vibration Bai Lang inflicted on his muscles, plunging him into a coma. The two celebrities let out a startled cry, leapt off the ring at speed, and while jumping they flashed a flirtatious glance and a blown kiss at Bai Lang.

Ban Tian and Taozi, however, seemed a bit angry—there was no pain, the opponent used flowery punches and embroidered kicks without any hair‑pulling or slapping, but being pressed down like that bruised their pride... "Whatever, whatever, I won anyway. Think of the money! Aren't you feeling better now?"

The broadcast cameras indeed focused heavily on the two celebrities' fight, after all it was entertaining. Watching beautiful women spar is a pleasure that most men have enjoyed since ancient times, especially since they wore little clothing, and during the fight they occasionally flashed a bit of skin......

The hard‑fought clash between Bai Lang and the karate master was rather dull, merely one side launching a wave then the other holding steady, followed by a few punches exchanged, Bai Lang's toss and thirteen‑strike combo sending the opponent to the afterlife—nothing compared to the allure of beautiful women's chirping, swaying fights.

But this time, after Bai Lang's bout, the organizers didn't give him a check; instead they piled three million yen in cash on the table for him to take. Three million yen as an appearance fee is already pocket change; now Bai Lang aims to lock in first place in the group—just waiting to see how the next round turns out.

Generally, the Warrior Wanduo Wu Team should be locked in for one win; the celebrity team fighting Bai Lang now has already been eliminated after losing all matches, so a next‑round bout against the Warrior Wanduo Wu Team would certainly be a loss. Even if Bai Lang loses the next match—according to the win‑loss relationship with the Warrior Wanduo Wu Team, everyone would be two wins and one loss, which still lets Bai Lang's team advance.

The appearance fee after qualifying is enormous, starting at over fifty million yen, plus a winner's cut—by the time the final rounds are halted by unforeseen circumstances, each participating team can still rake in seventy to eighty hundred million yen on average. That's a huge income; even professional league players don't earn that fast.

Bai Lang, as usual, split the cash three ways, each taking one million. The resentment from being beaten and the joy of receiving money seemed the most potent aphrodisiac; seeing Ban Tian and Taozi's faces blossom like peach flowers...... Bai Lang shook his head and sighed in a pretentious manner.

Teng Tian Gang is still hanging in the hospital—when doctors examined him, they were nearly scared to death. He teeters on the brink of sudden death, his heart rate wildly irregular, it seems a blood vessel in his brain is about to burst, blood pressure fluctuates within a terrifying range—he's almost dead yet remains so hyperactive, his adrenaline secretion must be abnormal.

He was rushed to a major hospital for emergency treatment; only after the rescue began did Teng Tian Gang's Qi dissipate, causing him to fall into a coma... Fortunately, although he seemed on the verge of sudden death, it was ultimately just Qi deficiency caused by a woman's insatiable demands. Now he merely lies in a hospital—transferred to a nearby community clinic for convalescence, receiving daily IV nutrition to replenish his vital energy.

The hospital is the fairly ordinary St. Marylen Hospital; the nurses are kind and amiable, but it's unclear why Teng Tian Gang still hasn't fully recovered enough to leave—it's been almost a week. Bai Lang visited him once and found the guy seemed emptied again...... Hospitalized male patients generally aren't in good condition; Bai Lang felt they were all rather hollow.

Taozi has become completely shameless, brazenly moving into Bai Lang's room in broad daylight, while her own apartment with her husband is also left wide open to Bai Lang, and Ban Tian Akiko even refuses to go home. After Bai Lang saw her make a few calls, she simply moved in—apparently her family is quite supportive......

"No! I'm moving!" Bai Lang muttered. Whether it was his own room or Teng Tian Gang's couple's room, both were a bit messy, and the atmosphere in the rooms was oddly strange—photinia blossoms mixed with a hint of sourness and a faint, faint urine smell.......

After being in the spotlight and receiving a not‑insignificant sum, the two women went crazy—this must truly be a powerful aphrodisiac for both sexes. Bai Lang also felt he could no longer stay in such an apartment; he indeed needed to buy a house in a similar area—at least a place where he could practice his martial arts.

It should be noted that there are already several nosy paparazzi lurking outside his apartment; had Bai Lang not silently cut a large opening between the two neighboring rooms, and had Ban Tian also been staying at Taozi's place, the news that Bai Lang slept with two women from his team would have already broken—though the rumors circulating now are roughly the same......