Chapter 393: So It

Banqi Liang's nickname is the Invincible Dragon, but his special moves and even his regular techniques are all named after tigers. Tiger Radiance Fist is just a wave, and Tiger Roar is the Rising Dragon Fist… It seems karate‑style martial artists are like that, and the strongest karate master recognized so far is Dragon Tiger.

Sorry, it's not some extreme‑stream Dragon Tiger, but the truly extreme‑fluctuation stream known to the world as Wave Surge and Rising Dragon Ken; these two are absolute powerhouses of Street Fighter and also the pinnacle masters of the karate school.

Banqi Liang's special moves are very similar to those two; basically it's just waves and Rising Dragon. Bai Lang even wants to ask whether he's just imitating them because they're so strong? But asking that would be a slap in the face; the other party might fly into a rage and never stop.

Fine, Bai Lang eventually has to try whether he can challenge Street Fighter, so he'll get an early taste of Rising Dragon and wave attacks. Thus Bai Lang initiates the assault, naturally opening with a hurricane, preparing to melee Banqi Liang—waves are nothing; Bai Lang knows even more kinds of waves.

Banqi Liang's karate foundation is rock‑solid. "The power is huge, yet still not enough compared to me!" Bai Lang roared, and Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist burst forth with intent, delivering a Tiger Roar; even the whirlwind carried the fierce scent of a tiger, and the wind blades became razor‑sharp.

This is an external‑to‑internal divine skill, the same as karate, but when it comes to tempering the mortal body into a metal‑like heavy weapon, karate still falls short—after all, the source differs. This Southern Dipper Sacred Fist was taught by one of the world's few great demons.

In short, Bai Lang grasped the Ultimate Secret of the Rising Dragon Fist; he firmly tested it with his chin—there isn't only Bai Lang as a "martial‑arts prodigy" under the heavens, especially since he was never even comparable to Mo Di back then. Banqi Liang's techniques are also solid, and his ability to seize opportunities isn't any worse than Bai Lang's "Divine Warrior" mode, weird, isn't it?

Therefore, Bai Lang grasped the Ultimate Secret of the Rising Dragon Fist; he firmly tested it with his chin—there isn't only Bai Lang as a "martial‑arts prodigy" under the heavens, especially since he was never even comparable to Mo Di back then. Banqi Liang's techniques are also solid, and his ability to seize opportunities isn't any worse than Bai Lang's "Divine Warrior" mode, weird, isn't it?

Bai Lang stepped back a few paces, his posture wobbling a bit. Banqi Liang, of course, showed no mercy, thrusting both arms up and down, shouting "Overlord Soaring Roar Fist!" and unleashing a wave as tall as a person.

Bai Lang was still wobbling; in this condition he couldn't unleash the White Tiger Caesar Wave, and could only barely raise his arms to hard‑take this super‑ultimate strike. After absorbing it, Bai Lang retreated further, but his Cross Stance defense was never fully broken. "Both arms are numb, and my upper body has multiple muscle strains. My combat power just dropped a notch!" Bai Lang felt his body; his suit had turned into shredded cloth, flying away with the shockwave of the Overlord Soaring Roar Fist…

With each step back, Bai Lang stomped the ground until it shattered, leaving a cracked footprint on the concrete with every retreat. After firing the Overlord Soaring Roar Fist, Banqi Liang scratched his hair and said, "You're still pretty tough!" A smile appeared on his face, "That's great! Again!"

Bai Lang, battered like this, still managed a smile. Before Banqi Liang sent him a Tiger Roar, he had been brawling with Bai Lang; his body now bore bleeding and bruised wounds, and Bai Lang even knew Banqi Liang had at least one broken rib. Yet the Invincible Dragon showed no sign of pain.

His fists remained powerful, and the Overlord Soaring Roar Fist he threw showed no sign of weakening. Now, as he closed in, his punches and kicks were even stronger than before, and Bai Lang thrust his left hand forward, forcibly opening a semi‑circular energy shield that wouldn't detach, preventing Banqi Liang from landing a full‑body strike.

But the opponent could perform a flying kick, a move called "Sky‑to‑Ground Drop", flipping and smashing down with the heel. It was Bai Lang's turn to counter; he kicked off, leapt, and his other leg traced a bright arc, simultaneously absorbing Banqi Liang's attack and delivering a heavy blow to him.

The blade‑like light of his leg sliced upward, then he lifted the other leg to kick him down; Banqi Liang hit the ground, creating a crater before springing up. Bai Lang's ultimate move dealt considerable damage to Banqi Liang, and he had already recovered from the dizziness.

Both sides unleashed their ultimate techniques, each leaving after‑images that collided; the Dragon‑Tiger Wild Dance clashed with the White‑Tiger Wild Dance. To the onlookers, Bai Lang seemed to turn into a massive white tiger, constantly pouncing and tearing, with roars erupting from his core. Many spectators instantly fainted, and the arena descended into chaos.

The energy of the Dragon‑Tiger Wild Dance tore at the white tiger before them; this mutual clash generated a terrifying hurricane that engulfed both Bai Lang and Banqi Liang. The powerful storm lifted and scattered the ground's debris, spreading outward. The audience was frantically evacuated by the committee's security, and whatever they dropped was also swept into the storm…

Finally the storm tore apart; Bai Lang remained standing on the field while Banqi Liang lay on the ground. Yet Bai Lang's condition was poor, his body covered in bruises, the white tiger's illusion riddled with cracks as if about to shatter. He stood there, looking utterly exhausted, and the Dragon Tiger Squad still had Banqi Youli.

"Is there any hope for a one‑versus‑three?" Bai Lang was uncertain whether he could defeat Banqi Youli now. The girl, completely ignoring her brother, leapt onto the stage full of vigor, shouted a "Overlord Soaring Roar Fist!" Bai Lang gave a wry smile and raised both arms to block.

Unsurprisingly, Bai Lang was blasted away and truly collapsed, unable to get up. The aura of the Golden Bell Shield shattered, his internal organs ached as if his body had split open, immobilized. Even using wind control to lift himself was no longer possible. After examination, the doctor declared the Dragon Tiger Squad the victors.

"Almost a one‑versus‑three," Bai Lang muttered, a bit disappointed, lying on the ground unwilling to move. In the hospital, his neighbors were Banqi Liang and Luo Bot, whose injuries were slightly lighter. Bai Lang's bones were intact, but his muscles suffered numerous bruises and sprains, making any movement feel "hard."

Of course, two women attended to him, but Banqi Liang had a handsome‑in‑dress attendant watching over him, while Luo Bot had Banqi Youli, so there was no way to target those two. Anyway, Bai Lang never met them again and simply went back.

The King of Combat tournament ended; he didn't make the quarterfinals, but that's fine—he can still watch the matches. Moreover, according to the King of Combat tradition, there are usually up to two more rounds where all sorts of tricks appear. Completing the competition is absolutely impossible…