Star Iron: Cat Renaissance Abundance

Bai Ling felt so angry that his stomach ached when he thought of those useless colleagues. The patrol officers were more reliable than each other, of course, except for some sea patrol knights.

Bai Ling didn't know if every sea patrolman would make some insignificant movements when challenging the other party to a duel. The sea patrolman that impressed Bai Ling the most was called Oster. The guy had a head of white hair and was nearly seven feet tall. He loved to be praised for his healthy and firm chest muscles.

The guy was wearing a dark grey cowboy suit, similar to the other sea patrolman, Portio, but their personalities were exactly opposite. And there was also a cowboy hat on his head. Oster hated being asked to take off his hat the most.

Oster once challenged Bai Ling to a sparring match. Before the fight began, Oster would always strike a pose that best showcased his chest muscles, then pull out his lance from behind and strike a pose he thought was very handsome. (In fact, it was quite childish.)

"We're sparring! Be serious!"

Bai Ling clenched her right fist and struck out at Oster. Oster took a few steps back and then said in surprise, "Although I asked you to spar, when you saw my healthy and firm chest muscles, didn't you have the slightest thought of praising them?"

Bai Ling retracted his punch and asked incredulously, "You want the enemy to praise your chest muscles before fighting on the battlefield?"

"Of course, this is proof of my healthiest and strongest manliness, and it's also the reason I was able to conquer this lance called Dawn."

Oster raised his lance high, and the lance's blade shone with sunlight. The dazzling light made it difficult for Bai Ling to open her eyes.

"What a fitting name! Then let me witness its power."

Bai Ling flashed behind Oster and then suddenly punched out with all his strength. The blast of wind from this punch directly shattered the gravel around Bai Ling into powder.

Oster only took a few steps back before stopping. He said with some regret, "Since you refuse to admit the charm of my chest muscles, then I will use the cowboy way to convince you."

"What about fighting? So much nonsense!"

Before the wind explosion dissipated, Bai Ling flashed to the front and above Oster and threw 24 punches at Oster in one second, with each punch being more powerful than the previous one.

Oster used his lance to defend himself, and whenever he had the chance, he would use it to launch a fierce attack on Bai Ling.

When Bai Ling threw the last punch, Oster used the force to push Bai Ling back, then inserted the Dawn into the ground. Immediately afterwards, a warhorse wearing silver-white armor appeared behind Oster. Oster jumped on the horse, and the lance inserted into the ground flew into Oster's hand.

"Man, let's fight together from now on."

The warhorse neighed and then rushed towards Bai Ling carrying Oster.

Bai Ling remained calm, simply pointing his right hand in a sword-like motion, then swinging upward. Countless vines snaked out from beneath Oster's horse, binding its limbs. Oster exerted his strength again, and along with the horse beneath him, a raging fire erupted. The flames consumed all of Bai Ling's summoned vines, reducing them to ash and dissipating.

"The momentum is pretty good." Bai Ling said calmly. At this time, the lance in Oster's hand was less than a foot away from Bai Ling's face. Bai Ling opened his left hand, and a mirror floated in the palm of his hand. The mirror was surrounded by black and white energy. The moment the mirror touched the tip of Oster's lance, the black and white energy directly wrapped around the lance in Oster's hand, and went along the lance body towards Oster and the warhorse with flames burning under his crotch.

When Oster regained consciousness, he found himself on a body of water shaped like a Tai Chi diagram. He was standing on the eye of one yin-yang fish, while in the eye of the other, he was his opposite.

"Fighting against myself?! This is truly a very manly thing to do."

Oster rode a flaming warhorse and rushed towards himself, and the opposite side of himself also rushed towards him with the same moves.

At the moment of close combat, the two began to fight against each other. Every move and every style was exactly the same as his own. In just a few seconds, the two had fought for nearly a hundred rounds. Oster laughed loudly. It felt so refreshing. There was nothing that could make people's blood boil and feel the joy of battle more than fighting with themselves.

"That's great! A true man is one who can surpass himself!" Oster turned his horse and galloped off into the distance. He no longer had the patience to fight him in this space. "Then, let's decide the outcome with one move!"

"Let me be the first ray of light..."

The gun in Oster's hand suddenly began to tremble violently, as if a mysterious and powerful force was surging within it. Then, a dazzling, brilliant light suddenly burst forth! This light, as dazzling as the sun, instantly illuminated the entire space.

As the light gradually dissipated, the formerly bulky lance underwent a startling transformation. No longer the unwieldy mass it once was, it had transformed into a slender, bright silver lance. Its lines were flowing and graceful, emitting a chilling light that seemed capable of easily piercing any enemy's defenses.

At the same time, Oster's body was quickly covered in a layer of bright silver armor. This armor shone with a gorgeous luster, each piece of armor meticulously carved, like a fine work of art. The armor tightly fit Oster's body curves, like a silver dragon coiled around him. The dragon's head was raised high on his chest, dragon claws guarding his shoulders, and the dragon's tail drooped behind him, adding a touch of majesty as it fluttered in the wind.

Such a magical and magnificent sight was truly breathtaking. This armor was the stuff of legends, worthy only of the brave and valiant, with illustrious military achievements. At that moment, clad in armor and wielding a lance, Oster looked like a hero from a mythical story, emanating an unparalleled majesty and dominance that filled everyone with awe.

The warhorse under Oster's crotch ignited red flames again, carrying Oster to charge towards the enemy.

"Light up the darkness of the world!"

The other Oster used the same move and charged towards Oster.

At the moment when the two's moves touched, Bai Ling outside smiled, then threw out the Yin-Yang Mirror. After a flash of light, the fully armed Oster appeared in front of Bai Ling.

"How does it feel to fight yourself?"

Oster turned around and said to Bai Ling, "He's so manly! Even Xiaohong feels passionate!"

Xiaohong under Oster's crotch screamed a few times, then stomped her feet, her eyes revealing a strong desire to fight.