Chapter 379

It's not too hard to blast the female martial artist before him— a minute of fighting is enough for Bai Lang to see through this girl's reality; Bai Lang is a combat genius, after all, he has a cheat—could it not be the God of War cheat, the kind Xiao Feng uses? This girl's movements are agile; due to her martial arts background, her attacks always come from unusual angles; her finishing move now looks like a chaotic dance technique— Bai Lang simply never gave her a chance to unleash it.

Dealing with this capoeira Maria, Bai Lang has found a method—forceful attack. In the world of martial artists, men ultimately still hold the advantage...... Just don't let Maria grab you—this woman's leg technique likely incorporates some jujutsu skills, enabling her to execute strangling moves. Bai Lang opens with powerful striking techniques; his fists are loosely clenched, ready to become palm claws, and the power of these hands is like that of metal weapons.

Moreover, Bai Lang's internal force also possesses recoil power; relying on his strength advantage, Bai Lang forcibly breaks into Maria's middle palace. 'If you don't surrender, I'll blast these headlights!' Bai Lang attempts to threaten her into surrendering with words. However, since the other side is already a bold martial artist who dares to fight bare‑chested, how could she be frightened by such talk? Yet the disparity in strength and physique is real, and Maria feels she can increasingly not withstand Bai Lang's attacks.

Her punches and kicks landing on this man have almost no effect; this man's combat reflexes are top‑notch, always able to shift into a defensive recoil stance before her attacks land, readying his qi to counter her strikes. Moreover, the man's most crucial aspect is that his fists, legs, and arms are like steel; her qi truly struggles to penetrate and inflict real damage. 'Attack power too weak—this is common; one can only strike weak points or launch unguarded attacks.'

Throwing a punch, Maria blocks with both hands, but Bai Lang then follows up with an elbow thrust; the fierce power breaks Maria's guard—next a side kick lifts her feet off the ground, then an upward leg slices like a halo, and finally a foot kicks her to the ground. The three‑hit combo leaves the girl helpless on the ground—this is because the off‑stage organizing committee's referee immediately halted the match.

Otherwise, pursuit is in accordance with the rules.

Bai Lang shook his hand; due to the manner of his attack, he didn't have time to grab a handful, and he inwardly felt quite regretful.

The second to enter the ring is that banana—this wrestler typically has a face resembling a South American Ronaldinho, his build is quite muscular, but the problem is his body twists in a way that's blind to the eyes. 'Hmph! Look at this guy's moves—not just wrestling. I'm afraid he might be from Banana Ninja Storm Chronicle!' After entering, his movements are somewhat like Maria's, flailing his arms and legs while still fitting the music playing outside quite well.

The car roof hasn't finished playing; this float is still usable, and the dazzling big explosion hasn't occurred yet.

Accompanied by a tiger's roar, Bai Lang erupted in aura. The might of the white tiger emanated from his heart, and the carnival atmosphere instantly collapsed...... The girls who had been samba‑dancing beside the float screamed; the white tiger's killing intent brought fear, making them scream while running wildly, and some were frightened limp on the ground. Bai Lang's aura likewise damaged the float; a violent force came down from above, and the part of the float where Bai Lang stood instantly collapsed.

That wrestler also twisted his waist and hips, laughing loudly, then leapt up and came down heavily, destroying that half of the float. Under the dual stimulation of fear and destruction, the spectators outside shouted screams and cheers; Bai Lang saw many undergarments fly straight up. 'The passion of Latin America—I've witnessed it.' Bai Lang showed a smile, just like a man‑eating tiger licking its lips and teeth.

He decided to make this Brazilian wrestler named Puleido defecate before his eyes, for the sake of his irritated vision. The aura release merely states this point: 'Old man will blast you!' The opponent replied with a battle‑axe style landing, saying, 'Got the guts to come fuck me!'

Thus Bai Lang prepared to fuck Puleido to death; as a wrestler, Puleido's striking techniques are mostly knife‑hand slaps and straight front kicks, with large motions and strong power—Bai Lang loves such opponents, and they began trading blows. Bai Lang blocked the opponent's knife hand with his chest muscles, 'Oh! Not bad!' His chest muscles rebounded, reflecting the knife hand's force outward, but after the opponent's knife hand struck, it naturally retreated into a grab for Bai Lang's arm to attempt a throw, so no recoil occurred.

This wrestling technique is not merely Greco‑Roman and freestyle; it incorporates a large amount of WWE‑style moves. Therefore Puleido's performance style is extremely strong, very flashy. He bends at the waist to grab Bai Lang's arm—next should come various WWE joint locks—but Bai Lang won't give him that chance. 'Hurricane!' Bai Lang lunges forward at zero distance, raising his hand, and additionally throws out an 'Erosion!'

Men, especially those whose bodies shine with oil, wearing just a headscarf and a pair of briefs, have strong defense. Bai Lang's Hurricane was blocked by Puleido, so he gave up the plan to grab Bai Lang's arm. The successive Erosions were not something Puleido could anticipate, thus he took in this cluster of wind blades that didn't fly out. Yet he remained unscathed—at least on the surface.

After taking one Erosion, Puleido leaned back, but his skin wasn't broken; only luminous sweat was sprayed out with a 'puff'.

Taking advantage of the moment Puleido was struck into Stiffness, Bai Lang's combo arrived—a continuous leg attack, each strike filled with the beauty of power. Front kick, side kick, hook kick, spinning kick, sky‑kick, then after a series of spinning kicks he finished with a rising dragon kick that launched the final foot to kick him away. This banana, slick with oil, absorbed all the blows, then rose from the ground again......

'Whoa! Dangerous! I'm red‑blooded!' This bastard actually could still twist, and at the same time wiped a handful of sweat. He stuck out his thumb to greet the audience below—next second Bai Lang's Hurricane blew him away. 'Damn red‑blood, you should just obediently eat the attack and leave! Hey! Wrong! Since the shit hasn't been blasted out, how can I let you go! You aren't trying to fuck me to death? Come on!' Bai Lang cursed, and Puleido quickly got up again, presenting his butt to Bai Lang.

This time the embryo actually pulled open his waistband, exposing his entire butt, then slapped it with a 'pap‑pap' sound. Bai Lang chuckled, 'Damn fucking him to death gives me no psychological burden at all!'

Puleido's movements became extremely swift; Bai Lang's Hurricane was successively dodged by his demon‑like intuition. This guy bent at the waist, arms clasped forward, lunged low. Bai Lang kicked out, but the guy slapped it hard with his palm; although it didn't shake Bai Lang's force, using that recoil Puleido drew out a phantom that turned directly into an arcing motion, appearing behind Bai Lang.

'Phantom back‑throw!' He also shouted the name of his finishing move, clasping his arms around Bai Lang's waist and with a single exertion lifted Bai Lang over his head......