Chapter 71: Still Unable to Think of a Chapter Name

Bai Lang's attacking move was just as before, even better; that fierce aura and the killing aura from countless slaughters shocked the martial arts masters before him, leaving them unable to move. Their martial arts had not yet pierced the Ren and Du meridians, so they could not be considered 'Innate Experts'; facing such an aura they likely could not withstand it—unless they too had slaughtered countless on the battlefield and could perhaps rely on their own battlefield killing aura to block it.

Among them was that General Yuan, whom Bai Lang recognized; there was also a thin, middle-aged man who looked like a shopkeeper, a plain-faced middle-aged man, and the rest were Daoists and monks in their attire, and Bai Lang even noticed a woman dressed as a foot soldier and another woman who seemed to be Miao. These people were all preparing to surround and kill Bai Lang. But now, it seems the situation is that the tiger surrounded has turned and is about to pounce on them.

The one who stepped up to Bai Lang was that middle-aged man; his fist and palm technique seemed formidable, at least when facing Bai Lang he could actually deflect Bai Lang's moves. Bai Lang currently practices the Tiger Form fist derived from Long Fist, but now it appears that this middle-aged man's fists and feet are even more exquisite. At that moment, the thin man who resembled a shopkeeper also came forward with a weapon; the problem is he's attacking with a gold abacus—this guy really is rich......

Naturally, General Yuan also attacked with his sword, while the others all wielded their own weapons and charged at Bai Lang. The Miao woman also flung silver needles at Bai Lang; indeed, that earlier strike was her doing.

Although this middle-aged man could block Bai Lang's double claws, his physical strength seemed inferior to Bai Lang's, and Bai Lang's internal force surged throughout his body, the Golden Bell Shield reaching an unprecedented state of completeness—perhaps this is the effect of his rage? Moreover, the sharpness of his fists and feet far surpassed before; 'If this continues, in just three moves I can break through his defense, and the next move will likely take his life!' Bai Lang thought, grinding his teeth. As for the gold abacus? This thing can be regarded as a blunt weapon; Bai Lang's Golden Bell Shield can also block it.

The gold abacus struck Bai Lang's body, as if hitting a bell; Bai Lang was rattled by the force attached to it, but he suffered no external injury—attacks swung by human hands ultimately lack the force of blows powered by horsepower. However, the internal force attached to the abacus really made Bai Lang grunt, though his tendons and bones are tough, so he only felt a bit stifled. As for those sharp weapons' attacks, under Bai Lang's deliberate dodging and blocking, they had no effect on him—he was still wearing his scale armor.

The man before him had internal force deep and unified; he could be considered a rare expert with an exceptionally solid foundation, steadily blocking Bai Lang's attacks and holding him back so he couldn't attack others—Bai Lang's attacks are so fierce that, if it were anyone else, their defenses would likely be broken soon; there's nothing else, it's simply that their martial arts follow different paths, which also involves mutual generation and restriction. But now he can hardly keep up; Bai Lang's tiger claws or fists and feet, the force is piercing and the power far exceeds the ordinary.

Each time this man blocked, he had to withstand Bai Lang's internal force thrusting and tearing like a blade. The imperial army general before him, his internal force seemed truly like a tiger's claw, fierce and as if it were actual metal: 'The White Tiger of the West belongs to metal; I wonder how many times your meridians can endure this metallic internal force!' Bai Lang's upper lip twitched slightly, making him look truly like a tiger. Indeed, relying on the protection of his Golden Bell Shield and the armor on his body, he forcibly attacked the middle-aged man who was holding him back.

Now, the defense has been broken; Bai Lang's sustained attack only took a few breaths, and this man, blocking the storm-like assault, finally could not hold. His arms and legs went numb, his muscles bruised and his meridians torn by the sharp metallic qi; if he tried to continue defending, he truly had the will but lacked the strength. Just as he was about to be killed by Bai Lang, the thin man resembling a merchant suddenly exploded the abacus in his hand, and the abacus beads shot straight at Bai Lang.

Bai Lang stepped back, his palms in front knocking away those beads, but the wound on his body here felt a numb sensation. Upon touching it he found a needle; after pulling it out Bai Lang realized, 'Poison needle?' he said, 'Hmph!' With that sound, blood welled from his wound...... Then Bai Lang suddenly surged forward, directly grabbing and imprinting a palm on that middle-aged man's chest.

This palm was launched with his whole body, using his physique to drive the hand; one slap on his chest immediately produced the sound of cracking breastbone. With momentum and body weight, Bai Lang estimated this palm's force definitely exceeded one ton; this man was not bronze-skinned and iron-boned, and even if his internal force was strong and he excelled at fist and foot training that toughened his tendons and bones, he could not match the bodily forging of Bai Lang's Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield; the result was his breastbone shattered completely......

This palm was purely an external force assault; Bai Lang's internal force, fierce and unyielding, naturally also shattered this person's circulating internal force protection with the metallic qi within the palm—let alone the breastbone that actually bears force, places that hardly receive internal force protection, even the muscles and organs guarded by internal force were torn apart under this palm. After the palm strike, Bai Lang let out a long cry, losing the restriction this man had placed on him; this fellow straightforwardly lunged at the monk-like opponent.

That monk had been chopping at him with a monk's spade; now Bai Lang lunged, completely ignoring the blade's light, reached out and grabbed the weapon, which fell straight into Bai Lang's palm. Exerting force, the blade proved tough as well—it didn't break but was twisted by him into a bent, coiled shape like a doughnut; 'You bought iron sheets? I'm telling you, you got the wrong weapon!' With one hand twisting the monk's spade, the other hand threw a punch that pierced the monk's belly, the whole man thus hanging on Bai Lang's arm, vomiting blood profusely.

Bai Lang let go of the blade, directly turning the monk's head 180 degrees to avoid blood spraying on himself...... He then turned around, letting the monk's body block many attacks for him; next, he drew back his arm and suddenly lunged from behind the monk's corpse, which had not yet fallen, straight at a Daoist-clad old man. This old man's lightness skill and swordsmanship were both top-notch; even at this distance he could still float backward lightly and thrust his sword fiercely.

However, Bai Lang also feinted a move, forcibly turning his body and falling toward the merchant-like expert. Taking advantage of that fall, Bai Lang launched an upside-down kick, head down, feet up. The merchant crossed his arms to block the kick, but immediately lost his stance and balance—this sheer force cannot be blocked by internal energy; even if internal energy protected his body from injury, this force cannot be dispelled by internal energy, so the merchant instantly became like a nail driven into the ground, his foot losing all purchase.

"I've been waiting for this moment!" Bai Lang laughed from below, then planted his left hand, gathered power with his right, and struck upward from below.....