Chapter 389

It is indeed a superpower, because Athena can penetrate space, flashing in and out with ultra-short-range jumps. And the punches and kicks landing on Bai Lang are orthodox Baji Quan kung fu; the problem is that, combined with the penetrative superpower, they become even more ferocious. With Athena's strength, originally it would be only thirty to forty percent power, but after adding the superpower, the power she unleashes exceeds one hundred percent.

Given Bai Lang's external hard-training kung fu, even if an Eight Extremes master who had grasped qi struck him, it would probably be only sixty to seventy percent power. But now, after the superpower's penetration, Bai Lang is being beaten pretty badly by Athena. 'At first I actually thought about how to land a few hits then hold back and wait for time to run out! Damn, I'm about to be knocked down—this is no good! Indeed, arrogance won't do.'

Outwardly there was nothing, but Bai Lang knew he had suffered internal injury: 'This little vixen's strike is really vicious.' Bai Lang no longer cared about anything else; since there was no way to make it work, he just went ahead and burst his qi and went wild— that was the proper thing to do. Bai Lang simply closed his eyes and burst his qi wildly, and regardless of whether he could control it, he just threw punches indiscriminately. After all, chaotic wind blades can also injure someone, right? Besides, it's just a little psychic power ball—how long could it scramble Bai Lang's five senses?

When Bai Lang burst forth like that, he immediately looked impressive. One saw his arms and legs flailing wildly; although none of them could hit Athena, wind blades appeared out of thin air, and a violent gale suddenly arose in the surrounding sky, forcing Athena to abandon her continued assault on Bai Lang and retreat via a psychic flash—after all, she now held the advantage. Although most of Bai Lang's attacks missed, as he threw out the wild punches and kicks, he, in the state of scrambled senses, groped toward a feeling of controlling his fists and feet.

Soon the effect of the psychic power ball passed, and Bai Lang regained full control of his body. He noticed that his ability to control his body seemed to have grown just a little bit more? The qi-bursting Bai Lang took a deep breath; no matter what, he now had to take the initiative—if he didn't knock down Ma Gong Athena, he would likely lose. So this guy flung off his upper-body suit, revealing the tight T-shirt underneath. 'Not only do my arms seem unable to match his—carelessness! Carelessness lost Jingzhou!'

When Bai Lang got serious, his movements became extremely fierce; he directly performed an Ice River Flash, then launched his specialty oppressive fighting style. The Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist erupts with fierce force, like collapsing mountains and splitting rocks, and it also carries violent gales and wind blades. Relying solely on a psychic shield probably couldn't block it. Each of Bai Lang's palm strikes brings a hurricane, while his feet carry a cutting blade-like light. Although Athena is a master of Baji Quan, facing Bai Lang's striking technique that mixes multiple martial arts, she truly cannot block it.

At this moment, cherishing fragrance and jade is the stupidest thing, so even when facing Athena's flower-like face, Bai Lang would probably have to smash her with his fists. Bai Lang struck quickly and fiercely; his chaotic dance technique directly enveloped Athena in a furious beating. Of course, down below the bun-eating boy shouted curses loudly; if his master hadn't held him back, he would have jumped up already. Athena also erupted, unleashing her ultimate skill, Psychic Power Penetration.

This is the Phoenix Power; his whole body floats up like a Super Saiyan, and then four balls orbit her like an atomic diagram, having both the effect of sucking in enemies and continuously penetrating. Each strike is unblockable. So Bai Lang retreated violently; Ice River, which embodies wind as a martial art, could it avoid being sucked in by this move? The answer is no. Since Bai Lang was sucked in, seeing that he was about to be repeatedly penetrated by the balls, he gritted his teeth and simply charged forward.

I don't believe this girl is currently in an invincible state! 'Even if you're invincible, I'll break you! Hit you until your armored body state takes full damage!' Bai Lang also exploded. At that moment, as if aided by a deity, the secret manual of the Southern Dipper Holy Fist flowed through his mind, then switched to an arrogant, overbearing brawny face, which was laughing loudly—suddenly, one side of the face transformed into the gaping maw of a gigantic baboon, roaring loudly.

Bai Lang naturally assumed the afterimage stance, forcefully phased through and grabbed Athena, who seemed to be in an invincible state. What followed was light, blinding light and darkness......

After the darkness faded once more, Bai Lang was already standing on the ground, and behind him appeared a bloody-red strange script.

Athena had already fallen to the ground, and Zhenyuan Hall rushed over immediately; even the old man who looked like a hooligan became very solemn. 'It's fine, he just got knocked unconscious from the impact.' Looking at Bai Lang from behind his hair, Zhenyuan Hall said, 'Young man, where did you learn that move?!' The comical atmosphere vanished in an instant, becoming very solemn.

Bai Lang smiled; if you asked him to use that move again, he couldn't pull it off. However, his half-naked upper body at the moment clearly showed a tattoo—visible on both chest and back, this was his Western White Tiger Seven Mansions. Since Bai Lang didn't say anything, Zhenyuan Hall, after taking Athena down and handing her to the bun-eating boy, also stepped forward to face Bai Lang. The old man let out a long breath, this breath seeming endless—Bai Lang only smelled a whiff of liquor.

His demeanor changed again, reverting to its original foolish, laughing appearance. The old man raised the wine gourd at his waist—this thing, although it looked yellowish with a patina, Bai Lang could see at a glance that it was actually an iron gourd—likely silver-plated inside. The old man took a big gulp of liquor; its aroma reached Bai Lang, who was at least five meters away. Then he belched loudly, preparing for battle.

Bai Lang prepared to charge, and the old man directly spat fire. "Ugh! So disgusting!" The stomach‑reeking alcohol turned into a fire dragon that spewed out; actually there was a bit of vomit inside... Bai Lang wasn't really afraid of this flame, he was just disgusted. The old man couldn't keep spitting, so after the fire dragon vanished he took another gulp of wine. Bai Lang then threw a Gale Wind Fist.

After drinking, Zhenyuan Zhai casually flicked his wine gourd, directly dispelling Bai Lang's Gale Wind Fist. "Actually I forgot you still have that move to break flight techniques." Like this, dragging this out does me no good, so I'll just come over and hit you. Bai Lang said, and after speaking he began to charge. Meanwhile the old man's steps were unsteady, his drunkenness fully revealed; as he swayed left and right he had already ended up in front of Bai Lang. Bai Lang also showed a smile, "Ha! Drunken Fist, right!"

Bai Lang also staggered, his posture seeming to fall but not quite, his expression seeming drunk but not. "Don't think just because I've mastered the White Tiger Fist I can't do this Drunken Fist too..." The old man's moves are truly not among the Drunken Fist; they should be his own synthesis of a hundred schools. This old man, at his age, at least his bones... are still very strong, Bai Lang, after a few exchanges, launched a series of neutralizing and striking moves, drilling into the old man's embrace and striking all the way up, shouting "Han Zhongli, a stumbling step, embracing intoxication, covering the heart and toppling!" As a result, the old man similarly neutralized and struck all of them away.

Bai Lang realized he couldn't keep playing, seizing the close-quarter opportunity, he instantly unleashed the killing move of the White Tiger Fist.