All of You Come at Once!

Li Qunfan had not been having a pleasant time these past few days.

Ever since he was beaten up by that newly initiated brat, the way his fellow disciples looked at him had been all wrong.

He had been cultivating bitterly in the Inner Sect for over two years, and his strength had already broken through the first Mysterious Pass; he could lift a tripod and crush a skull with his bare hands.

Yet, with such strength, he had been knocked unconscious by a kid who had been in the sect for less than two days.

Although there were many reasons—his hands had been bound, he had been caught off guard, and sect rules forbade him from fighting back—it was still humiliating enough.

But this was not what hurt Li Qunfan the most; what made him feel truly miserable was:

"Does Xiao Fang really not like me?" Li Qunfan lay on his bed, turning his head from side to side, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

For the past few days, every time he closed his eyes, the mocking words of Fang Can would echo in his mind:

She never loved you at all!

Never loved you!

You...

Li Qunfan's goal in practicing martial arts was to become strong enough to be worthy of her, so that they could be together in mutual affection.

But Fang Can's whisper had cruelly shattered this reality: Xiao Fang had never liked him at all.

"Impossible, Xiao Fang must like me!"

Li Qunfan stared with bloodshot eyes, trying to use the Role-Playing Method, but it had absolutely no effect.

Fang Can's indifferent words were like a sharp blade plunged deep into his heart, keeping his wounds bleeding continuously.

The so-called Idealist Martial Dao required one to find a goal, a belief, and then walk forward with unwavering determination.

But when the martial artist themselves began to doubt, there was no turning back.

After several days of frantic self-training, Li Qunfan discovered with horror that his martial arts realm had not only failed to improve, but was actually regressing.

As his martial will dissipated, the proportion of new blood in his body was shrinking step by step.

In just four or five days, his physical strength had permanently declined by a full ten percent. If this situation were exposed, he would likely be demoted to the Menial Servant Courtyard.

"Fang Can! It's all that Fang Can's fault! I'm going to break all his limbs!"

Filled with intense hatred, Li Qunfan punched the table in his room, shattering it, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins.

"One month. In just one month, the sect rules will allow for normal sparring."

Li Qunfan roared, "I must beat him until he admits that Xiao Fang loves me!"

Thinking of this, Li Qunfan's emotions finally calmed down a little. Feeling his slightly weakened body, he fell into a depressed sleep.

His sleep quality tonight was still not very good.

"Why am I on the floor!"

The next day, Fang Can slowly opened his eyes and looked around, only to realize he had woken up on the floor.

Gently rubbing his somewhat dizzy head, Fang Can began to recall the events of last night.

"I remember I was practicing martial arts before I passed out. Because I took ten pills of Arsenic at once, my body felt worse the more I practiced. I thought I'd sit for a while to recover, and then I lost consciousness."

Thinking of this, Fang Can roughly understood what had happened last night; he had likely passed out from an overdose of medicine.

Slowly pushing himself up from the floor, Fang Can changed into a new set of clothes and pondered, "I should take it easy next time. Even if it won't kill me, I can't practice martial arts if I'm unconscious."

Looking at the 9.2% progress bar, Fang Can tightened his belt; he hadn't forgotten what he needed to do today.

Walking out of his small room and feeling the cool breeze of the morning in this strange world, Fang Can set off toward the Martial Arts Hall.

Along the way, he encountered fellow disciples. Everyone nodded coldly at each other before hurrying toward the Martial Arts Hall together.

Although it was early morning, some people were already up and practicing their techniques in the arena.

However, compared to seven days ago, Fang Can could now easily discern the patterns of their moves. Movements that were previously unclear were now as transparent as fire to him.

"The Flesh Alienation of these senior brothers in the Martial Arts Hall does not exceed 20%; most of them are hovering around 10%," Fang Can speculated inwardly.

After all, this Martial Arts Hall was only for training newly initiated disciples; after three years of cultivation, they would be sent out on missions.

Within those three years, if one could break through the threshold of the second Mysterious Pass at 20%, they were considered to have quite good talent, belonging to the one-in-a-hundred level.

Just as Fang Can was pondering, his gaze subconsciously looked forward.

In the distance was Li Qunfan, sporting dark circles under his eyes and glaring at him with a murderous gaze.

At the same time, the other two companions who had extorted him before were standing with him, staring at him with malicious intent.

Of course, they didn't dare to come up, fearing that they wouldn't just lose a fight, but might also be mentally broken by Fang Can.

"Just in time."

Seeing his target, he was about to step forward when the instructor, Yang Lie, called out to him: "Fang Can, come here for a moment."

"Hm?" Fang Can turned his head and saw Yang Lie slowly pacing toward him.

"Is there something you need, Instructor Yang?"

"Nothing much, just a rule I forgot to mention to you."

Yang Lie stood with his hands behind his back, slowly gripping a wine flask with his right hand as he said:

"It is a rule of the Martial Arts Hall that a sparring match must be held every month, allowing disciples to exchange pointers on their martial arts."

"I heard you had some unpleasantness with Li Qunfan and his group a while back. Once the month is up, they might come looking for trouble, so you should be careful."

"Even though you were recommended by Hall Master Li, as long as they don't leave you with a serious injury, it will be difficult for me to intervene."

Regarding Yang Lie's warning, Fang Can nodded and smiled: "Thank you for the advice, Instructor Yang, but what if I want to spar with them right now?"

"What do you mean by that, kid?" Yang Lie's leaning posture instinctively straightened: "Are you tired of living? If you provoke them yourself, even the sect rules won't be able to protect you."

Having understood Yang Lie's stance, Fang Can bypassed him and walked directly toward Li Qunfan in the distance.

"What are you trying to do, kid! Looking for a fight? Do you really think I wouldn't dare to hit you?"

Seeing Fang Can approach, Li Qunfan gritted his teeth in hatred, but he didn't truly dare to make a move.

Watching Fang Can stride right up to him, he widened his bloodshot eyes, attempting to make Fang Can see the murderous intent within them and retreat in the face of difficulty.

But what greeted him was a straightforward, unadorned slap from Fang Can.

"Bang!"

Like a heavy cannon, Fang Can's right palm swung directly onto Li Qunfan's face.

In that instant, Li Qunfan felt as if the left side of his face had been struck by a solid iron block, and his entire body went flying sideways.

"Boom!"

Under the horrified gazes of everyone present, Li Qunfan's body slammed straight into the stone wall of the Martial Arts Arena, then fell to the ground with a "thud," unable to get back up like a dead dog.

Looking at the clear spiderweb cracks left on the stone wall from the impact, the entire Martial Arts Arena immediately fell into a deathly silence.

Yang Lie instinctively rubbed his eyes in disbelief: "He has developed a sense of qi? No, that's at least approaching the first stage of the Mysterious Pass. How is this possible? How is this possible!"

Under the gaze of everyone, Fang Can walked up to Li Qunfan, grabbed him by the hair, and forcibly hauled him up, though the man had already lapsed back into unconsciousness.

Tossing Li Qunfan's body aside with a sense of boredom, Fang Can turned his head and grinned: "Senior brothers, why don't you all just come at me together?"