Supporting the body in the white blade, wandering in the red dust

Chapter 1016

The chaos at the Asuka Martial Arts Academy was already out of control. This martial arts competition had completely triggered the War of the Seven Kings, with the seven factions fighting each other, and the flames of war were burning ever brighter.

Bai Lang merely watched from the sidelines. He had already silently slipped to the base of the wall and was playing dead. "Oh, well done! Stimulate his skin! Damn! Double Dragons Hiding the Pearl and Monkey Stealing the Peach! Is Eagle Claw Kung Fu for you guys to use like this?"

Eagle Claw Egg-Crushing Technique, these guys are all eunuchs.

This round of fighting lasted from day to night, from inside the martial arts school to outside. Within the territory of the Flying Bird Martial Arts School, they each issued kill orders, determined to wipe out each other.

Bai Lang had already gracefully departed, and he sat on the second floor of the restaurant watching Chu run around and slash people.

The martial arts school owner, Old Deng, has gone too far and is currently just hiding in the backyard of the school to hold his ground. There have been some treacherous guys who tried to kill Old Deng and steal his gold coins, but they only realized after going in that Old Deng really had more tricks up his sleeve.

Most of those who betrayed their master and ancestors died at the hands of Old Deng's own children, while a small number of his skilled subordinates also died at Old Deng's hands. In short, everyone in the martial arts school knew that Old Deng had hidden five, six, seven, or eight tricks up his sleeve, and now people's hearts were increasingly scattered.

In an instant, the territory of the Flying Bird Martial Arts School was in turmoil. The turnover rate in the martial arts world was extremely fast. Five or six gangs could fall in a single day, while seven or eight new gangs could be formed. Then, they would fall again the next day. The gang leaders would either defect to others as underlings or their bodies would be thrown into the sea to feed the fish.

Bai Lang, on the other hand, became a thief, specifically seeking out wealthy merchants in the outer city to "borrow" money and live a comfortable life.

This world is actually quite interesting. The combination of martial arts and demons makes it feel rather bizarre and fantastical. One day, Bai Lang went outside the city to see what these so-called demons were like.

His thieving military advisor was a monster, and he himself had been a monster before. He just wanted to see how strong the local monsters could be—those on the sea could only be called bizarre.

Bai Lang rode his horse aimlessly along the road outside the city until he reached a small village about eighty miles from the city, where he finally encountered a monster.

This place is quite far from the city. Even though the villages are clustered together and surrounded by moats and walls, it is still difficult to prevent monsters from entering.

What Bai Lang saw was a weasel-like monster disguised as an old man extorting money at the village entrance: "Hand over a boy and a girl, and our ancestors will ensure you have good weather and abundant harvests."

This monster was less than five feet tall. Bai Lang could tell at a glance that it was basically just an outer skin, with a large weasel struggling to support the human skin, and the creature jumping and cursing inside.

"Interesting, interesting. Such a big yellow weasel. The pelt is really good. It should be enough to make a garment," Bai Lang said from his horse.

The monster turned its head and saw Bai Lang's "youthful" appearance. Although he was a bit taller and had a scruffy beard, wouldn't a human be a delicious treat in the monster's eyes?

Unless it's an old-fashioned melon, the flesh is too dry and not tasty.

"Hey, you monster. When you eat people, do you eat them raw or do you prepare them carefully?" Bai Lang shouted, also a little curious.

Seeing a monster dressed in human skin and pretending to be human, one can imagine that it must envy human life, perhaps even meticulously preparing food? There was a hint of astonishment and confusion in the weasel's eyes; it probably didn't expect the human in front of it to ask such a question.

"I've always known there are a lot of weirdos among humans, but I never thought I'd actually see one. Raw gnawing, I mean raw gnawing! Did you think we had some kind of chef-monster here?"

"How boring! I thought it was Lion Camel Ridge." Bai Lang cursed, then made his move. "Now that I'm a human being, I'll have to use your skin to see how much it costs."

Bai Lang stretched out his palm and grabbed the human skin and the head of the yellow weasel underneath with one claw. "Southern Vermilion Bird Fist, Vermilion Bird Blazing Palm!"

The true energy in his palm was scorching hot, penetrating the skin of the large yellow hide and then burning. This was the burning sensation.
The weasel tried to resist by channeling all its demonic power, but the giant hand was as indestructible and incredibly heavy as a mountain. Moreover, the flames were too hot and caused the demon too much pain, leaving it with no energy to fight back.

Flames danced beneath the skin, quickly burning open the monster's seven orifices, causing it to spew flames. In the time it took to drink a cup of water, all Bai Lang had left was a limp piece of skin.

That's right, under the human skin was a weasel skin. As for the flesh and bones inside, they had long since turned to ashes and scattered from the seven orifices. As for the soul, it must have vanished into thin air as well. This is the power of the White Tiger God - the soul is scattered and never to be reborn.

With a flick of his wrist, Bai Lang's skin turned into wisps of smoke and dissipated, leaving only a complete, unbroken, cylindrical weasel skin in his hand.

"It's glossy and smooth, and this skin," Bai Lang shook, "is impervious to water and fire to a certain extent." Not only that, the hair from the weasel's tail and the middle of its spine is also the main material for making spirit pens for drawing talismans.

As for entering the village? Bai Lang had no interest. He rolled up the leather behind the saddle and stuffed it in, then continued riding forward.

Two hundred miles outside the city, on the official road, we finally saw the bandits—they were actually a mix of monsters and humans. Well, that's quite strange. Isn't this just a tiger and a sheep teaming up to rob other sheep?

The caravan that was robbed was a large merchant caravan, which should have brought many small and medium-sized merchants and travelers. There were probably hundreds of guards, while the robbers consisted of at least ten monsters and more than a hundred humans.

Half of the hundred-plus people were stronger than Old Deng from the Asuka Martial Arts School, and each of the monsters was equivalent to more than a dozen Old Dengs.

They were also cunning; their target was not the entire caravan, but rather a portion of the goods belonging to the smaller merchants within the caravan, as well as a portion of the passengers traveling with them.

"They actually understand the principle of slow and steady wins the race, robbing some of the wealth and capturing some of the people." Bai Lang thought that given the intelligence of those ten demons, they probably couldn't have come up with such a plan.

Because the leader of those ten monsters was only a tiger spirit, the rest were bears, jackals and wolves, and more than half were bull and deer monsters—regardless of whether they were herbivores before, once they became monsters they could eat people.

"Haha, a delicate young lady. Her flesh is plump and delicious, truly more than a sheep." The monster broke through the formation and went straight to a carriage, grinning maliciously.

With a swipe of its claws, half of the carriage was shattered. Amidst screams, Bai Lang also saw the person huddled inside the carriage.

The two women, both young, were probably mistress and servant—the older, more beautiful one was likely the young lady, and the other the maid. "Is it all delicious? These monsters have no taste!"