Chapter 401: I Think This Situation Is Not Right

The girl's attire was the same as the already chilled Gao Nizi, except it was a nun's outfit for a woman; this outfit actually gave a coquettish feeling in the orthodox—under the split robe were thighs, she wore long boots, golden hair covered by a black Hood, "The power of this wind…" Bai Lang muttered, "Seems stronger than the Gao Nizi just now."

At that moment the girl looked at Bai Lang but did not assume a combat stance; Bai Lang also exhaled a long breath, stepped back a few paces and found a place to sit. Because of the meddling interlopers, the broadcasting crew had already fled, and even those who weren't afraid of death and insisted on continuing to film here had already earned their honor, only to be dealt with by lightning and lava.

There was originally a dedicated satellite for filming, but Xia Er Mi's thundercloud destroyed all the filming effort; the satellite lens cannot pierce thunderclouds. So everything that happened here can only be told by those who have persisted until now—currently that person is Bai Lang and the girl.

What should Bai Lang say? That Hao Gui burst in and knocked down the so‑called Great Serpent that wanted to exterminate humanity, a wimp? The Great Serpent can't be said to be weak, but under Hao Gui it was truly feeble. In the end Bai Lang decided not to tell any lies; let Hao Gui take the blame, he was just stating the facts.

Bai Lang also couldn't figure out what his master was doing here—was it just to appear and defeat the Great Serpent to prove his strength? Was it necessary? Then again, thinking of Hao Gui's character design as a chaotic intruder who fights to the death with every strong opponent, it makes sense. Bai Lang showed a grimace as if his tooth ached, and finally, after searching the ground, he found a phone on Cao Ni Jing, dialed the Organizing Committee, "All clear, you can come clean up. By the way, call the police; I think some people here might be wanted."

Bai Lang was a good resident; he sorted the people present and gave a brief treatment to their wounds— the girl's bandaging technique was far more skillful than Bai Lang's, seeming to belong to the good side. Aside from Ke Li Si's remains, the rest of the Great Serpent's followers were all dead, and while Bai Lang was moving bodies he lamented how tragic it was—Wei Si, Mai Zhuo and Xia Er Mi, especially the first two, were truly outstanding beauties...

As for the others, the corpse of Gao Nizi was taken by the girl directly, without Bai Lang's involvement. Bai Lang looked at the rest and found they were merely unconscious, except Ba Shen's condition wasn't great; the fellow seemed to have lost a lot of spirit and vitality. The Organizing Committee arrived quickly; a dozen helicopters came and lifted all the unconscious martial artists to the hospital. As for Lu Ka Er, the unlucky one, he was taken to the hospital and also to jail—apparently his illegal activities were exposed, but since he has money, there should be no problem.

Since he became an arms dealer, Lu Ka Er's backing and resources are naturally strong; a mere Ri Ben has no authority to try him. Bai Lang was the one who seemed in the best condition inside the arena—the girl vanished, taking Gao Nizi's corpse with her...

The whole battle was finally wrapped up after the unconscious martial artists awoke and Bai Lang's embellishments—people worldwide reacted as if hearing gossip, exclaiming "Oh! Ah! Huh!" nonstop; the Great Serpent instantly became a hot search term, and atheism suffered another heavy blow.

But soon many people leaned toward seeing this as a good thing caused by a martial‑arts‑obsessed lunatic—such incidents have existed throughout history; it's not just one or two who, after training, think they are deities. If they can cultivate a wave, why is it surprising to consider themselves immortal?

Bai Lang became a trending figure once again; he was the martial artist who stood till the end, while Lu Ka Er's news was suppressed by some force, and he was released without charge—clearly his influence is considerable. The credit for knocking down Gao Nizi became a muddled account; now it's widely acknowledged that Bai Lang absolutely possesses the strength of the top four in the King of Combat, and if not for his two teammates being such liabilities, "Such a woman's receptacle, sigh… what a pity." It seems Bai Lang may indeed obtain an unprecedented King of Combat title.

The so‑called team‑building networking is already underway; more than one martial artist has friendlyly greeted Bai Lang, offering full‑course meals in large numbers, all hoping to team up with him later. Bai Lang accepts all comers; invitations to eat and drink are always accepted, even an all‑inclusive banquet isn't a problem.

For him, whether he'll be in the next King of Combat is hard to say, but these people don't seem to mind a few extra pennies. Bai Lang immediately signed up for the Street Fighter tournament; there are plenty of martial artists on both sides, but Street Fighter one‑on‑one bouts are only broadcast in a few events.

Street Fighter competitions are closer to pure combat; broadcasts are few and prize money is low, but the reputation is slightly louder than the King of Combat. A dedicated organization has long published Street Fighter match results—formerly in newspapers, now likely on web news—covering wins, losses, and rankings.

Three members of the Dragon Tiger Team, members of the Hungry Wolf Team, and even the women's team martial artists habitually take part in Street Fighter, as does Jin Jia Fan. In the entire King of Combat lineup, probably only the Ba Shen Team and the Cao Ni Jing Team never join Street Fighter. The ultimate Street Fighter boss is undoubtedly that Thief General, and no one knows why that bastard showed up here.

Now that the monster has shown its true face and vanished, Bai Lang must now face the consequences; who knows how many near‑lethal things followed the monster here…

Oh, not only that Thief General, there's also a Thief General No. 2… When Bai Lang returned, his name soaring, there was a bald man on the balcony drinking tea, damn it paired with a sandwich and waffles, jam and condensed milk all present; his shirt unbuttoned, showing a strong upper body, wearing pants and monk‑style shoes, the bastard bald man looked leisurely at Bai Lang, "Hi, benefactor, long time no see."

"Damn his father's ancestors for eighteen generations!" Bai Lang wanted to curse, but couldn't get the words out—this bald thief could probably press Bai Lang into the ground with a single finger and grind him into eighteen shapes. A true man doesn't take the immediate loss, so Bai Lang endured. He forced a smile onto his face, "Monk, long time no see. How have you been lately? Any exposed whereabouts?"

The master also smiled brightly, his head shining, "Ah, where could any whereabouts be exposed? I'm fine, thanks for your kind words." He took another sip of tea, and Bai Lang's nose twitched, realizing the bald thief had added brandy to the tea. "Another rogue monk!" he muttered inwardly.