Chapter 381: Marvelous Friendship

Although one arm is dislocated and temporarily unusable, it does not stop Bai Lang from adding attacks after the Ben Tian Spiral Ascension—he continuously thrusts forward with his single arm, hurling wave after wave, from Caesar Waves to black electric spheres; the falling Ben Tian is taken in whole, and after being struck from behind, Bai Lang raises his hand again, and the huge Tornado continues to lift him skyward.

Anyway, he couldn't fall, and when he finally did, Ben Tian's limbs were twisted, and he collapsed on the ground, unconscious. The medical team rushed up, "It's fine, just correct it!" That's why martial artists are said to have tenacious life force; Bai Lang didn't hold back much, he just didn't unleash his full power.

The Brazil team is still a relatively low‑tier squad—moreover, this is the Brazil Carnival Team, not the Brazil Fury Team, which is a truly invited team.

Only now does Bai Lang have time to grab his other arm and, with a burst of force, set the bone back in place. "Not only dislocated, but also broken? Truly a sight to behold in this world! The bones in my body are no weaker than steel; even if this world imposes limits, they're at least at this level. That guy managed to use my own force to break my own bone—quite a feat of skill."

But the broken bone is clean and simple, so for Bai Lang the healing is easy; a brief wrap of Qi suffices, and it may not even affect his upcoming fight. "Just wrap it tighter with a bandage," Bai Lang thought, as the two useless women in the armored vehicle emerged, ready to receive cheers alongside him.

The Carnival Festival crowd is extremely enthusiastic; even if the Carnival Team loses, it doesn't stop them from cheering for Bai Lang. Because the fight was exhilarating, after Bai Lang's burst of rage came his dazzling aerial technique and Kao Bi Puleido's super ultimate skill, Bai Lang's own super ultimate skill, and finally the brawl with Ben Tian and his ultra‑burst ultimate skill.

It truly gave everyone a thrilling feast, so they should cheer—love Weibo, get hyped! Samba, shake it! Even if the ground is blown to pieces, it doesn't matter; enjoy to the fullest! This is the Rio de Janeiro Carnival! While receiving cheers, the dust‑covered Bai Lang's sharp eyes even spotted someone on one side starting a scandal in broad daylight!

"Truly shameless! Absolutely shameless!" Bai Lang muttered inwardly, "How can humans do such things in broad daylight?! As expected, they're barbarians!" Though cursing in his mind, his eyes couldn't help glancing a few more times, "Latin American girls really have great figures and skin."

At this moment the organizing committee handed over a check, "Mr. Bai, appearance fee fifty million yen! As for the gambling commission, it will be deposited into your account after twenty‑four hours." Bai Lang casually slipped the check into Ban Tian's chest cavity, nodded, and prepared to return to the hotel to rest.

His arm had already been bandaged by the doctors. Back at the hotel, the two women immediately pounced on him; the battle scene frightened them, but at the same time greatly excited them, especially the post‑battle frenzy of the Carnival atmosphere, which caused their hormones to explode.

So just after returning to the hotel, Ming—though everyone had booked three business suites—these two women just lunged at him. Bai Lang had no intention, so he employed a small trick to send them both into a deep sleep—though Bai Lang isn't a famed acupoint master, he could still recognize the points that induce sleep. With a light press of Qi, the two women fell into a clean slumber.

Bai Lang sat on the balcony, poured himself a glass of rum, watched and listened to the street's Carnival parade, and smiled. Later, Bai Lang received a call, "Oh? You want me to go to a nightclub? I remember I just beat the three of you to a pulp, right? Oh, that's nothing? Fine, I'll go."

It was a bar brimming with passion, hormones practically about to burst; the line at the door was absurdly long, even beautiful women were stopped by security and not let in—no matter how coquettish or how close they were to stripping, it didn't help. When Bai Lang approached, the security voluntarily opened a passage for him, prompting envious clicks from outside.

Inside, the lewd atmosphere emanated from a single person—despite the many beauties, the most lewd vibe came from a man in thongs gyrating on stage. Bai Lang recognized him as Kao Bi; this guy was knocked out cold by day, yet at night in the club he's instantly lively. No wonder South American players are such a mess.

Perhaps South American martial artists are the same? Meanwhile, Ben Tian sat calmly sipping a drink—he was wrapped in bandages and splints yet could nonchalantly drink, and when he saw Bai Lang he raised his glass in a friendly toast. Opposite him, Maria, fierce as a she‑leopard, glared at him, still in a very cool outfit, only missing the upper‑body strip.

The most eye‑catching was Kao Bi Puleido, who danced to various rhythmic moves amid the cheers of the beauties, constantly kneading balls; his lewd, obscene motions were outrageous. Bai Lang instantly felt the urge to grind him to death, regretting his own weak hand earlier that day—truly a wimp.

Before Bai Lang could decide how to act, Maria blocked him—with her chest, slightly lifting her head to stare into Bai Lang's eyes. "One more round!" she said.

One side of Bai Lang's eyebrow lifted; this is Johnson's secret art. "Another match? No way, you're too weak, little girl." Bai Lang flashed a grin that could kill, and deftly seized Maria's long leg—because she could, in the blink of an eye, launch a zero‑distance kick that would smash Bai Lang's jaw.

Before launching that kick, Bai Lang held her, his mouth curling an irritating grin, his eyebrows flickering to say "little girl, you're too weak." Maria's brown face flushed red with anger, but Bai Lang let out a light laugh, and a vortex wave swept across his palm. "Don't forget I have aerial techniques. If you fight me, it won't be so easy to get close this time."

At that moment, Kao Bi Puleido was flicking his fingers, flirting with a woman; Bai Lang couldn't stand it—though the bastard who called him to the nightclub was the same guy, Bai Lang felt a beating was needed to calm him down. So he raised his hand, pushed Maria aside, and with a thrust of his leg leapt over the bewildered woman's head.

"Southern Dipper Flying Dragon Fist!" Bai Lang shouted a sharp roar, soaring into the air with a flying kick, striking Kao Bi Puleido's face and sending him soaring—fortunately landing among the beauties. Bai Lang's fights are mostly playful, so the force was a thrust rather than a blunt strike. Thus Kao Bi was actually fine, and Bai Lang saw him fly out, suspiciously getting up.

Perhaps he's actually an M; after beating Puleido, Bai Lang felt much better and ignored Maria, who still wanted to challenge him, and sat at the bar to order a drink. Yet Maria still sat beside him, "One more round!" she persisted, but Bai Lang had no desire to keep fighting her—because Maria truly was "weak."

He had grasped Qi, but likely hadn't yet developed enough strong techniques; he was far from mature. These three were still half‑baked, Bai Lang thought. A foul wind brushed past him, and a barely‑clothed (only thongs) Puleido plopped onto his side, his little roguish face grinning at Bai Lang in a disgusting way.

"You're strong, buddy." This guy was instantly familiar; Bai Lang's eyebrow still lifted. Kao Bi wore a palm‑sized waistband, a headscarf, and damn, no shoes. He reeked of hormonal stench. Bai Lang tilted his face and said, "You're pretty durable." The guy burst into laughter, waved, and immediately three beauties, each with a strip of cloth about the size of a palm, darted into his arms; the man was all over them, "Let's jump together!"

Then the guy hopped back onto the stage to do the Kao Bi dance. Bai Lang refused to join; Ben Tian was taciturn, nodding to Bai Lang and then staying silent. Maria kept bouncing, trying to pull Bai Lang to jump with her—though he had just called her weak, she seemed not to mind any longer.

In the end Bai Lang didn't take any girl home, nor could he do anything with Maria, and watching Puleido dance wildly on stage, eventually shedding his waistband to the screams, was even more pointless. "Seriously, what's the point?" Bai Lang twiddled his fingers; his hand, however, was being pulled by Maria, and he inadvertently clenched a few times.

When he returned to his room, the two women were still asleep...

"In the end I still couldn't…" Bai Lang muttered, then flopped onto the bed and fell asleep.

The next day, Puleido actually came with Maria to see him off, and of course the guy demonstrated a secret art he hadn't used before. Jump—body roll—sit on the butt! He flattened a used car in one go.

Bai Lang still flew back on a private jet, "Next match in Korea? Opponent is the Dragon Flight Team? The Hong Kong guys? This time it finally isn't a home‑away game." Bai Lang looked at the schedule; it also listed three martial artists, each with one win like him. Bai Lang had set a small record: a low‑tier team like his making it to the second round of the finals.

Bai Lang's ranking and odds have risen considerably; he is the genuine newcomer emerging as this round's fighting king. If he can win another match, he'll truly qualify for an invitation next time. "The account has been credited; this match's commission… 430 million yen. Still impressive."

Given his combat prowess, signing up for Street Fighter would actually be the proper path… it could even get him straight into the finals.