Chapter 390: The Top Sixteen

What are the killing moves of White Tiger Fist? Of course it's a combo—bang‑bang a flurry of strikes, and finally launching the White Tiger Cannon, which is the ultimate super technique of White Tiger Fist. Under Bai Lang's steel‑like body and his storm‑controlling power, this ultimate technique counts as a top‑tier super move in King of Combat—there have always been people collecting and commenting on each contestant's ultimate moves. Although Bai Lang's super technique has several variations, the various masters still watched and commented on his moves.

There is no doubt that this super technique matches Bai Lang's current status as a first‑tier powerhouse; its power is on par with the super techniques of the number‑one contestants from the various sub‑teams, and may even be slightly stronger.

By this stage of the King of Combat tournament, not only the veteran teams but also the new teams have been thoroughly scouted by the commenting martial‑arts masters. The styles, moves, ultimate techniques, and super techniques of every contestant have already been dissected and displayed for everyone, with commentary comparing their power. Of course there are still contestants who haven't made a move yet, but aren't those the two female utility players in Bai Lang's team?

Everyone knows those two are just filler, highlighting Bai Lang's strength. It's always one versus three, but in this broadcast some martial‑arts master thinks Bai Lang's team might not make it. "He made a mistake; he shouldn't have given Miss Ma Gong Yǎdiànnà a chance. Of course I think that's a mistake every rookie male contestant makes, hahahaha. Even contestants from veteran teams aren't guaranteed to avoid this mistake."

Others hold a different view: "I think Bai Lang's team still has a chance. Who is Zhen Yuan Zhai? How old is he? He should have retired long ago! The old shouldn't rely on sinew and bone; he should train his disciples instead of fighting. Times have changed!" That remark successfully provoked that martial‑arts master's anger—the master isn't young either, and he almost started a full‑blown brawl in the broadcast room.

A full‑blown brawl has already broken out—at the moment Bai Lang knocked down Ma Gong Yǎdiànnà. Some cheered, but most cursed; if Bai Lang were in front of them, they'd probably think he'd been torn apart. There are plenty of girls who can't stand Yǎdiànnà, but hardly any boys or men who dislike her, and when Bai Lang battered Yǎdiànnà's face into bruises, the most furious were those men, while the applause came mainly from women.

Bai Lang's popularity surged again at that moment—whether it's a good name or a bad one, it's still fame. "A man of iron bones and steel spirit!" some say. "A scoundrel who beats women!" the overwhelming majority think.

Now he faces the old man Zhen Yuan Zhai, and opinions diverge again. "He even hits an old man who's had too much to drink!" say a minority. "That old man is a disgrace, beat him!" say the majority, especially since the old man is Yǎdiànnà's master, surely spying on her changing clothes! Bai Lang then unleashed a close‑range White Tiger combo, which could be called "a startling death of the eight maidens!"

It must be said the old man is experienced and his combat ability hasn't waned much; when faced with Bai Lang's aggressive assault he can still counter in real time—dodging is impossible, only counter‑attacking works. In fact, while Bai Lang was pressing his attack, the watching commentators were already slamming the table! "What a pity! Zhen Yuan Zhai is no longer in his prime; otherwise his drunken‑fist super‑ultimate move wouldn't have let Bai Lang execute his finishing technique so easily."

The result was that his Roaring Flame Cannon was ripped open by Bai Lang; a combo shattered Zhen Yuan Zhai's stance, sending the old man from the ground to the sky and then slamming him back down, and finally a triple‑shot White Tiger Cannon Caesar Wave dispatched the old man… Bai Lang himself was left blackened and charred. Zhen Yuan Zhai is old and indeed the weakest general of the seed team; honestly, the strongest in that team is actually Ma Gong Yǎdiànnà…

And Chi Bao Shaonian is as weak as the old man.

Bai Lang brushed his hair, and a spray of ash fell instantly; his hair and eyebrows were singed by the Roaring Flame Cannon. "It even burned the hair on my hands. Isn't that a deep burn?" Bai Lang checked his condition and found it was okay, not a severe burn—just blisters. He had a doctor treat him, of course cutting off his clothes and slathering burn ointment…

Across from them, Yǎdiànnà also applied anti‑swelling ointment, looking comically puffy. The old man was straightforward, wrapped in bandages like a head‑sticking mummy, while Chi Bao Shaonian seemed the least affected. Bai Lang was also covered head to toe in ointment, even his head wrapped in bandages, looking the worst of all—yet he was the victor.

Since he was burned this time, it's only natural he doesn't have to go to school. As for that debauched place, Bai Lang has long found it unbearable—it's not a problem that can be solved by a leg‑breaking beating. But… "Hey Ban Tian, what are you doing?" Ban Tian waved a small pair of scissors, making Bai Lang sweat a little. Taozi isn't here now; she's someone's wife, going to look after Teng Tian Gang.

Come to think of it, Teng Tian Gang had earlier asked whether to go to the hospital, saying he had a good hospital recommendation. Bai Lang actually got the hell excited for five seconds…

But considering his public image, Bai Lang politely declined the suggestion. He did say a nurse or a female doctor could come to check him; he isn't short of money and could be hospitalized at home. So later Bai Lang saw Ban Tian dressed in a nurse's uniform…

This time Bai Lang truly broke into the top sixteen, and his next opponent's strength will jump up a tier, making a one‑versus‑three almost "impossible." His opponent will be the winning team from either the Hungry Wolf team or the Dragon‑Tiger team, and neither is an easy foe. Bai Lang lies on his bed, watching various predictions and nodding, thinking he might take out two of the opponents and then lose the match.

In this world he can only showcase his abilities up to this point; the differences between worlds are such that Bai Lang doesn't yet have the skill to break free—perhaps his master could. The move that knocked Yǎdiànnà down, that guy can't recall it after returning, nor can he replicate it; maybe he thinks some thief‑matched army monster transmitted power remotely? Clearly that isn't Bai Lang's own way; such a violently extreme strike isn't Bai Lang's current style.

It does fit his master's obviously unsavory style, and also matches that demon monk. Speaking of it, could those two drag him down? Most likely…

At that moment, the Dragon‑Tiger team's match against the Hungry Wolf team began—first up were An Di and Luo Bo Te. One uses Bone Method Fist, the other a flamboyant leg technique extreme‑flow bare‑hand style; both are the second‑rank members of their respective teams. "Now we can fight," Bai Lang muttered.