Chapter 388: Superpower Team

"This stinky academy," Bai Lang moved swiftly, storming straight into the Chairman's office; under the threat of force the Chairman admitted that he enjoyed the club, "Now that's a scandal." Bai Lang sat on the desk, while the Chairman kneeling before him seemed ready to lick his shoe sole.

"If I say they acted on their own, I wonder whether you, Bai, would believe me?" the Chairman's forehead slammed into the ground, yet his words remained defiant. "Fine! As expected, insightful! Damn, I believe you!" Bai Lang said, then snapped the Chairman's two arms. "Minor punishment, major admonition! This ruined place is beyond saving!"

Indeed, it is truly beyond rescue. External oppression can be countered, but what of the rot that comes from within? Even Bai Lang as a bodhisattva cannot save them; they are demon‑tainted heavenly demonesses, and rescuing them is something Bai Lang, who hasn't even attained the bodhisattva fruit, cannot accomplish.

So he could only give up: "Keep a clean reputation; when does the next round start? Then I can return to White Crane Academy."

He gave up, but the club did not; it sent people to try to drag Bai Lang into the water—of course all beautiful girls. Yet Bai Lang resolved them with a powerful abdominal punch; a single blow was like a strong electric shock, enough to make them lose control, collapse, and fall unconscious.

This time the arena was in the mountains of an East Asian ancient country, a flat clearing on a hill; there were almost no spectators, but the dedicated broadcast crew and organizing committee still filled the surrounding heights, vowing to film from every angle— all because of the super‑beautiful girl Ma Gong Yadiana from the Superpower Team.

It really is strange: Bai Lang, a native of the East Asian ancient country, is now the Japanese representative, while Ma Gong Yadiana, a Japanese, became the East Asian ancient country's representative, and there's a bun‑eating kid—Chi Bao Shaonian—who Bai Lang doesn't even know if he's from the East Asian ancient country—after all, people with the surname Zui are extremely rare, seemingly all old men from Shanxi? As for Zhen Yuan Zhai, that's certainly an alias.

"Anyway they're all Chinese surnames imagined by the Japanese, never mind, let's not get tangled in that. But why is this their home court?" Bai Lang was a bit annoyed—though this venue offered no advantage. The two tool women this time had no need to concede first; they just stood aside as Lala Team.

The first to step onto the field was Chi Bao Shaonian; Bai Lang said straight away, "You just go in voluntarily; there's old Chen vinegar at home waiting for you to drink." However the opponent replied in a Kansai Japanese dialect mixed with a bit of Chinese, which made Bai Lang frown. After a while Chi Bao Shaonian switched to Mandarin, insisting he didn't drink vinegar, at least not as a beverage.

After the idle talk, the fight began; this bun‑eater used Dragon Fist, excelling in long‑range attacks and strikes, proficient in palm and leg techniques, and also wielded Spherical Wave Chaos Hair. This wave was not merely Qi; after Bai Lang hard‑caught a wave, he found it not only drained his Qi but also interfered with his mind, causing hallucinations.

"Jumping around! Still lacking attack power, kid!" Bai Lang's remark was not undeserved; after all, by age he was actually a year younger than Chi Bao Shaonian. Yet judging by his height and face, everyone thought he was at least in his twenties. Since this kid liked to jump, fine, Bai Lang would jump with him! A tiger can't jump over you personally? That's a joke.

Bai Lang had practiced Tiger Form Fist for years, already attaining the White Tiger True Intent, allowing him to leap like a tiger without issue. So you jump, I jump; Bai Lang surged forward like a whirlwind, his Tiger Claw gripping; this bun‑eater was truly no match—he was a bit green. He was flustered, but the kid's fundamentals were indeed solid.

Bai Lang even admitted this: under the daze of his rapid Tiger Claw assault, Zui Quan Chong still managed to summon celestial energy, seizing a opening to strike Bai Lang with a palm. The palm landed on Bai Lang's arm, but the celestial force penetrated his Golden Bell Shield's aura and his sturdy arm, striking straight into Bai Lang's internal organs.

With Bai Lang's Southern Dipper White Tiger Golden Bell Shield cultivated to its pinnacle, his organs shielded by Qi, he still felt a wave of vexation in his mind and a noticeable loss of stamina. Meanwhile, when Chi Bao Shaonian hit the ground, he looked even more miserable—his clothes tattered, his body riddled with claw marks, and he kept bleeding.

Zui Quan Chong still bore Bai Lang's palm and fist imprints that had penetrated his body; just standing was an achievement. Bai Lang remained standing with hardly any damage to his clothes. Chi Bao Shaonian somehow produced a bag, bit into it fiercely, then bowed and left the field. It was truly Bai Lang's first time meeting someone who voluntarily conceded; he glanced at the old man still drinking, who gave a mocking smile—toward his disciple.

They truly came here to test their martial cultivation, no wonder their fighting spirit was lacking. The second to enter was the national beauty Athena, and after Chi Bao Shaonian wrapped himself up, he shouted encouragement from the sidelines; Bai Lang could feel an unseen destiny flowing onto Athena. "This is troublesome," Bai Lang muttered; beating Athena with brute force wasn't a big problem, but the consequences would be severe.

"Being pointed at by a thousand people ends without illness. Moreover, beating Athena would attract the ire of a million, which is a far more troublesome issue." Even from a selfish standpoint, Bai Lang never considered striking the high‑quality idol Athena; "I can only act according to the situation, dragging it out to a three‑minute victory." However, this meant he still had to beat Athena first.

The girl before him was about the same age as Ban Tian, but her pure looks were far prettier than Ban Tian plus Taozi, truly a national beauty. Bai Lang harbored no lewd intent—he wasn't that kind of person; after being slightly influenced by this world, his actions through the contemptuous club now counted as a complete breakaway.

When the fight began, Athena launched a psychic missile—if her superpower acted on flesh, even after enhancement it would still be weaker than Bai Lang's body strength. The earlier team battles had already shown Bai Lang's physique to be extremely strong in both offense and defense, and his Qi was also immensely powerful. Indeed, he was the main contender of the true seed team—having transformed from Andy of the Hungry Wolf Team into Terry.

Athena decided to keep distance and duel; if Bai Lang were struck by her psychic sphere, he would fall into confusion. Bai Lang wasn't aware of this, but he wasn't easily hit—when Bai Lang truly employed Lightness Skill, his speed was low, making it difficult for a slow psychic sphere to land, yet the sphere could auto‑track. However, if Athena diverted her focus to control, only six spheres could exist on the field simultaneously.

She rapidly launched six spheres, surrounding and blocking Bai Lang from front and back. Bai Lang responded with a Fierce Wind Fist to cancel one psychic sphere, then used White Tiger Cannon to eliminate two spheres, blocking two more at the cost of a little stamina, but taking a hit from one sphere left him at a disadvantage.

Bai Lang felt the world invert; it wasn't his body that faltered, but his five senses became chaotic—under the control of psychic power, his limbs' movements were riddled with flaws.