Chapter 380: End of Kao Bi

This is a finishing move; once caught, it is almost impossible to break—by definition a finisher is a technique where body and Qi merge and cooperate, just as now Bai Lang's whole body is locked by the Qi of Kao Bi Pu Lei Duo, whose Qi, in a specific rhythm, disrupts Bai Lang's force making him unable to escape. "It's even an ultra‑finisher at low health!" Bai Lang muttered to himself, and at once gathered his Qi to tense his muscles, ready to meet the strike.

Sure enough, that Pu Lei Duo leapt up, grabbing Bai Lang's waist and abdomen and springing upward, then vaulted backward onto an iron board bridge, slamming Bai Lang down with a mutated German back‑bridge throw. Because of the height of the jump, the impact was even more ferocious. "It's just a drop; what can it do to me?" The ground was asphalt; Bai Lang didn't think his Qi‑shield could be breached—no matter how strong Pu Lei Duo was, he could not completely shatter Bai Lang's Qi.

Bai Lang's Qi kept weakening, and when his head and neck struck the ground, the weakening peaked; Bai Lang felt a violent shock, his neck, shoulders, and skull undergoing a water‑land arena. Spectators nearby, amid cheers, sensed a minor tremor, and the asphalt road unsurprisingly cracked… Bai Lang finally realized the power of this ultra‑finisher.

It turned out that it wasn't just weakening Bai Lang's Qi to make his flesh hit the ground; Pu Lei Duo's own Qi simultaneously rebounded off the ground's force and collided, striking against the Qi that held Bai Lang, creating maximal damage, like the two jaws of a locking pliers.

After that impact, the opponent's finisher ended and he automatically released his grip, leaping a short distance away. Bai Lang still had plenty of blood, and quickly burst his Qi to rise, though he still looked a bit rattling like a set of bells. "It hurts—my bones are dislocated, muscles bruised and strained; if it weren't for my Great Golden Shield, I'd be suffering concussion and internal shock together, my combat power would plummet." In plain terms, the low‑health ultra‑finisher had taken about a third of Bai Lang's blood.

Standing up, Bai Lang's head swayed, his clothes a mess and dust covering his hair. He stared at the Pu Lei Duo ahead, dancing the Kao Bi dance, and gave a feral grin. "One more!" Bai Lang, at high speed, ice‑river Transform into Mad Wind, flashed forward in a few strides, extending a claw; Pu Lei Duo countered with an iron fist. Bai Lang's Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist delivered a heavy yet sharp force, forming a claw that tore the air, aiming to slice Pu Lei Duo.

The guy simply clasped his hands together, and with a "whoosh" flashed back two or three body lengths. "What a banana‑ninja dodge!" Bai Lang muttered, "Just what I wanted!" Bai Lang also flashed a White Tiger illusion, his legs alternating power so he lunged like a gliding tiger, as if a fierce tiger leapt upright. He seized Pu Lei Duo's body, clutching with all five claws, even the black‑shiny chest muscles of Pu Lei Duo were tightly gripped.

Bai Lang dragged Pu Lei Duo forward, sliding, while the Qi in his claws continuously hammered Pu Lei Duo's flesh. "Taste my finisher!" Bai Lang, unable to name it "Heaven's Gate," simply called it a finisher. As they slid, Bai Lang's waist lowered, and Pu Lei Duo's body sank deeper into the ground; the asphalt was ruined. When Bai Lang's momentum ran out, the lower half of Pu Lei Duo was already embedded beneath the road.

At that moment Bai Lang's Qi burst forth, a bomb‑like impact that would first snap Pu Lei Duo's upper body backward and then blast his whole body upward—essentially breaking the lumbar spine and shattering all his bones. That's the ideal case; in reality it's not that gruesome. Still, the fight wasn't over—Pu Lei Duo's bones were sturdy, so Bai Lang merely flung him out and slammed him back to the ground, this time with a reverse thrust.

Double carry…

This time Pu Lei Duo's butt kept colliding with the jagged protrusions on the ground, producing a pleasant rhythmic clatter—the butt music grew ever more melodious. After Bai Lang's second blast sent Pu Lei Duo flying, the committee halted the match—Pu Lei Duo was KO'd. Unfortunately, Bai Lang never managed to make him defecate, but the opponent's waistband was suspiciously wet, and his face showed no lingering pain; he simply smiled and passed out.

The third opponent entered; this guy was also topless, but his pants were not skimpy—just ordinary boxing trunks, also barefoot, with split‑finger gloves on his hands. "Asian? No, mixed‑blood," Bai Lang thought. Sure enough, the man bore a Japanese surname—Ben Tian—but his given name was Jia Xi Ya. His style was Jujutsu, a harsher striking‑focused art compared to Judo.

What amused Bai Lang was that the three Brazilians seemed to have no aerial techniques; at least the raging wind fist and hurricane Bai Lang was unleashing had no counterpart to counter. So Bai Lang pulled his arms back then thrust forward in a combined strike, "Caesar Wave!"

The move provoked the opponent's finisher; in front of him, Ben Tian Jia Xi Ya struck with a glowing fist, instantly rotating the Caesar Wave a full 180 degrees toward Bai Lang. "Return technique? How many of these have I faced?" Bai Lang then thrust forward with one hand, raising the Qi of his Golden Bell Shield; the Caesar Wave, upon meeting that Qi, turned another 180 degrees and accelerated toward him. The opponent followed with another punch…

Fine, let's start a ping‑pong.

Bai Lang felt this couldn't continue, so after returning he surged forward together with the wave. When Ben Tian struck again, Bai Lang employed a wave‑piercing technique—"Ice River!" He Transform into Mad Wind, leapt a small flash past. He launched a striking technique at Ben Tian, who responded with both fists and feet, fighting Bai Lang simultaneously. The split‑finger gloves served as a psychological cue, indicating Ben Tian could turn a striking technique into a grappling one, then swiftly shift into a sleeping technique.

If Bai Lang were entangled and forced into a sleeping‑technique contest, he would likely lose. Now that trend appears; several times Bai Lang's wrists were seized, and he had to grind them apart forcefully. Bai Lang decisively erupted into action; this time it was the true Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist—white tiger phantoms manifested on his body, and anyone watching would see his tattoos beginning to surface.

The tiger's roar could only be "seen" by the live audience; the camera merely captured the flash of Bai Lang's erupting Qi, then a forced attack that ripped through the opponent's defense even though it dislocated one of his arms. Ben Tian likely didn't expect such a burst—so Bai Lang's other hand transformed into a claw, tearing fiercely while his legs delivered successive kicks, and finally, enveloped in a Tornado that wrapped both him and Ben Tian, he sent Ben Tian's tornado soaring into the sky…