Chapter 385

Of course, health bar and frame rate—this is just Bai Lang's internal description—anyway, there are plenty of heavenly maidens in one's mind, Bai Lang playing with internal descriptions is nothing. The fact is, Wuya Ge's movements are vigorous and unadorned, and his recoil is extremely fast, with hardly any openings. His force is heavy and mighty, his recoil quick, and it seems his attack speed and force are still increasing. Upon contact, Bai Lang could even feel Wuya Ge's qi rapidly rising.

Bai Lang blocked and counterattacked; the opponent did the same, so both sides could now be said to be evenly matched, having inflicted no substantive blows on each other. Bai Lang also glanced outside the arena, wondering, 'Could it be that Wuya Ge flipping the table and not feeding his underlings helps him gather qi? Then why doesn't he add another smash on Guan Er Ye? He might even be able to unleash an infinite burst of his ultimate technique.'

In short, as the fight progressed, even without landing effective blows, Wuya Ge's qi rose to a certain level. He then unleashed his ultimate technique, shouting 'Ah—!' The sound was like a screaming chicken being flattened, enough to startle anyone. The watching inmates had originally been cheering for his death—this bunch of inmates only wanted to see fighting and flesh flying, not caring who died.

Now, as soon as Wuya Ge's voice rang out, it truly startled those inmates, who immediately began cursing. The result was a serious clash with the Lala Team—this lot of cheerleaders didn't look like good people at all, vaguely showing tattoos; originally there were also quite a few gang-affiliated brothers among the inmates, and everyone had felt rather friendly, exchanging greetings in their own languages at first. Now, however, they had torn faces, and all kinds of insults rang out nonstop.

The Lala Team all had short tempers—no matter if there were hundreds of inmates, they just went for it! Everyone present was a big‑brother‑level figure, even the lackeys were street‑level lackeys—among them, a Big Nose Junior shouted, 'Eat shit, you!' and a mass brawl broke out right away.

The prison guard blew his whistle, and all the big brothers familiarly crouched with their heads in their hands—even the crow did the same, and the killer move he had originally unleashed was actually canceled. Bai Lang stared, eyes wide, 'This... isn't it too familiar? How many bitter kilns have you bastards spent in?' The stunned Bai Lang even forgot to counterattack; if he had seized this moment when the opponent forcibly canceled his ultimate technique in a breathless state to counterattack—pulling off an Eye Press Technique would pose no problem at all.

Just like that, the chance to send Wuya Ge packing in one wave disappeared...

Wuya Ge reacted immediately; with his explosive temper he seemed a bit embarrassed—so he went downstage and smashed a Guan Er Ye, then came back up filled with fighting spirit. Bai Lang already had his hands on his hips, shaking his head repeatedly, 'So unrighteous! Eastern Star crow, you deserve to be burned to death before Luotuo Ge's spirit!' The dying chicken's cry rang out again, and Wuya Ge charged forward, a hook punch thrown from waist height at a diagonal angle striking Bai Lang's defensive stance.

This force was very peculiar, carrying the meaning of vibrating destruction. 'A guard‑breaking move? Damn, do you all know it?' This ultimate technique's force wasn't great, but it was extremely sly and precise, able to directly tear open the defensive stance. Bai Lang instantly fell into Stiffness, and the opponent unleashed an Eye Press Technique...... his right hook opened Bai Lang's defensive stance, and immediately after came his left straight punch striking Bai Lang's head......

After striking Bai Lang, he turned his fist into a claw, grabbed Bai Lang's occiput, pulled him toward his chest while his knee rose. This is a Muay Thai killing move; the whole sequence, seated, Wuya Ge could be described as flowing like clouds and water. Only a pity that his knee had just lifted, the impact felt not the familiar unevenness of the face but rather the toughness of a tire. Bai Lang had already recovered his stance, blocking the knee with his palm.

The next moment, a claw tore upward from below, likewise causing the quickly opened defensive stance of Wuya Ge to lean back, though his stance wasn't broken. 'Hmph!' Bai Lang snorted from his nostrils, his other hand came down from above in a claw, forming an X with the previous claw, pulling the leaning‑back Wuya Ge back—this force was a bit strange, carrying a whirlwind‑like vorticity. Bai Lang leaned back, then suddenly crossed his hands outward, and a terrifying hurricane burst from where he grabbed...

So Wuya Ge's defensive stance was forcibly opened, and after taking that double claw and hurricane, his whole body flew out. In midair he controlled his body and landed steadily, 'Watch out!' the Lala Team shouted loudly, they were all waving Watermelon Knives in their hands. 'Damn, they didn't even confiscate them! If they later throw Watermelon Knives onto the stage, what do we do with dozens of those things?' Bai Lang was still yelling from above.

All of this was compressed into just a few tenths of a second; time and space were stretched, letting everyone hear clearly in that short span. 'Props! Props!' the organizing committee staff said, wiping sweat.

When that was said, Wuya Ge finally descended from the sky. Since the Lala Team had shouted 'Watch out!', even if Wuya Ge couldn't see what was happening below, he still had to use his ultimate technique. 'Crow Sit on Plane!' He thrust his legs downward, and with the force channeled through them he became like a copper pillar falling from heaven. The copper pillar was split by a leg—this was the Rising Dragon Split Leg from below. The blade‑light leg and the copper pillar canceled each other out, but the other leg's upward side kick connected, and Bai Lang, airborne, twisted and kicked Wuya Ge down.

This time the fallen crow really hit the ground and bounced a little. The inmates' cheers came in return; they were still shouting for his death—but those on the field couldn't hear them, thinking they were shouting encouragement. The twisted, ferocious cheering—Koreans are really enthusiastic—so later we'll beat them half to death. That's the view of the brothers offstage.

The Lala Team was also boiling with blood, eager to jump into the fight, but the crow hadn't fallen yet and Luotuo Ge hadn't entered the arena. After the crow got up, he cleanly unleashed his super ultimate technique—a continuous Tornado, accompanied by his charging strikes, each blow bringing a howling Tornado. 'All‑near as one?' Bai Lang didn't waste words, pulling his arms back to gather power, then came a bloody slaughter.

That was a series of White Tiger Cannons—from hemispherical White Tiger Cannons to pillar‑shaped White Tiger Cannons and finally spherical exploding White Tiger Cannons—blasting forward with fire and lightning, directly canceling those Tornadoes first. Although each of Wuya Ge's strikes could break a White Tiger Cannon, Bai Lang's White Tiger Cannon super ultimate was even more abundant than he imagined—the final one, almost half a person tall, the White Tiger Impact Cannon, simply pushed Wuya Ge all the way out of the ring.

The crow's super ultimate had just finished right before this cannon, so he took Bai Lang's final finishing shot...... although he timely crossed his arms to block, after being pushed out he was still exhausted and admitted defeat. The little brother, eyes brimming with hot tears, shouted, 'Wuya Ge, Eastern Star undefeated!' The guys in his hands were already ready—no idea who they were preparing to hack to death with random blades.