Defeating All Heroes!

"What did you say, kid?"

Following Fang Can's provocation, a stone stirred up a thousand ripples, and the gazes of the fellow disciples nearby immediately turned hostile.

Challenging the hundreds of people in the entire Martial Arts Arena alone?

Even if someone practiced their whole life and managed to reach the fifth level of the Mysterious Pass like Instructor Yang Lie, they might not necessarily be able to pull that off.

Although they didn't know how Fang Can had cultivated so quickly in seven days, it was clear he couldn't have exceeded the second level of the Mysterious Pass.

Since there wasn't a massive gap in their cultivation, the audacity to take on a hundred people at once was simply too much.

Thinking this, they suppressed the shock of Fang Can's increased strength and stepped forward together, surrounding him tightly as if they would start a brawl at the slightest disagreement.

"Did you seniors not hear me clearly?" Fang Can tossed Li Qunfan's body aside like trash, then cupped his hands and said:

"I want to test my own mettle, so I ask all of you seniors to enlighten me."

"A friendly spar between fellow disciples, no limit on numbers. Please, everyone, feel free to teach me."

"Fine, fine, fine. I admit you might be a genius, but you are still far too arrogant." A massive, burly man standing two meters tall strode out from the crowd.

"My name is Ye Qin. No one else needs to intervene; I will handle you alone." As the big man spoke, his eyes held a look of contempt.

You bumpkin, do you really think you're an expert just because you snuck up on someone named Li? Wait until you beat the strongest one here before you talk.

As he took his stance, Ye Qin assumed the opening posture of the Sixty-Six Tiger Devour Fist Techniques, and faintly, everyone seemed to hear the roar of a tiger echoing through the mountains.

Seeing Ye Qin's opening stance, everyone couldn't help but hold their breath, for the opponent had already infused his true intent into the technique.

If an attack carries intent while the opponent has none, they are inherently weaker in momentum, leading to flaws in their state of mind that result in defeat.

"Then please, senior, enlighten me." Seeing the opponent's movements, Fang Can also assumed the same opening stance.

But despite it being the exact same movement, the crowd felt a sense of vertigo, as if a real, ferocious tiger were crouching on the ground, ready to pounce.

Yes, so-called true intent is merely a lower-tier substitute for the external manifestation of a Heart Manifestation; in terms of momentum, it doesn't even reach one percent of a true Heart Manifestation.

And using true intent to collide with a Heart Manifestation is like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. Even though Fang Can hadn't even manifested his Heart Manifestation, in the clash of momentum, Ye Qin was already inherently a step behind.

"His understanding of this fist technique is actually deeper than mine."

Ye Qin found it hard to believe, but since the duel had already begun, hesitation would only increase the likelihood of failure.

"Boom!"

Carrying the intent of a tiger on the hunt, Ye Qin slammed his legs into the ground, shattering the blue bricks beneath him as he lunged forward like a real tiger.

In response, Fang Can didn't dodge at all. His right hand transformed into a claw and lashed out, anticipating the enemy's move in advance. He gripped Ye Qin's thick wrist and used the momentum to redirect his force.

By the time Ye Qin realized what was happening, his entire body was spinning in the air like a top, and then Fang Can grabbed his head and slammed him straight into the blue bricks.

"Who am I? Where am I? How did I lose?"

With his face pressed into the masonry, Ye Qin felt his skin burning—he didn't know if it was from pain or rage, but he couldn't grasp how he had lost.

"My strength is clearly greater than his, how is this possible?" Ye Qin stood up, doubting reality, and took a stance again. "Again!"

Fang Can ignored him and continued to cup his hands, saying, "Which other senior wishes to challenge me? Whether it's a one-on-one or a group fight, I accept."

"I'll go!" A tall, thin man walked up and said, "Junior brother has some skills, but I don't use the Tiger Fiend Fist. You won't be able to rely on familiarity to anticipate my moves."

"Then please, senior, enlighten me." As Fang Can spoke, he took a step back, and a leg as thick as a log swung up from below like a cleaver.

"Swoosh!"

In an instant, the opponent's toe plowed through the ground, leaving a distinct cut in the blue bricks.

If Fang Can hadn't dodged at the perfect moment, the area from his groin to his dantian would likely have been sliced open.

"Leg techniques? As it happens, I know a little bit about those too." Fang Can smiled and threw a kick of his own. As the opponent retracted his leg, Fang Can slammed a kick toward his knee, shocking the man into hurriedly defending.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The collision of their legs caused the air to crackle repeatedly. The pure display of legwork astonished the onlookers.

"Am I seeing things? They seem to be using the same leg technique."

"That's right, it's the sect's Fierce Blade Leg Techniques. This newcomer not only surpasses Ye Qin in fist techniques, but his legwork is also not the least bit inferior."

The onlookers were amazed, but the senior currently fighting was even more horrified.

Because in this pure clash of leg techniques, every one of Fang Can's kicks landed exactly on his weak points, causing him to be unable to exert his strength despite having far more power than his opponent.

The intense exchange of leg techniques lasted only four or five seconds before Fang Can spotted an opening and stomped down hard.

With a dull thud, Fang Can stepped on the man's knee joint, forcing the senior to drop to one knee, unable to rise.

Fang Can stepped back twice and bowed with a smile. "Senior, you concede."

Knowing he was outmatched, the man didn't reply and retreated into the crowd.

Before Fang Can could even speak, someone grabbed a long sword and said, "Junior brother, I only know sword techniques. I wonder how your swordsmanship is?"

"I know a little, I know a little." Fang Can replied calmly.

The next moment, from within the crowd, the watching Yang Lie tossed a sword toward him. "Catch."

Taking the longsword, Fang Can slowly pulled the scabbard back a fraction, a sharp, cold glint meeting his eyes.

"The blade is three feet, three inches, and three tenths long, with a piercing cold light and weighing six catties and four taels; it barely qualifies as a good sword," Fang Can commented sharply.

Without further ado, two flashes of cold light ignited simultaneously in an instant; despite the scorching sun hanging high in the sky, the surrounding fellow disciples felt a bone-chilling cold.

There is a massive wall separating those fighting barehanded from those wielding weapons; before reaching the Heaven Ascending Path, a martial artist is ultimately just flesh and blood, and when faced with attacks from sharp sword qi, one can only dodge.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!"

The crowd only saw the two of them dancing their longswords until they were airtight and impenetrable, with at least a dozen dense clashing sounds ringing out every single second.

"Rip, rip, rip."

As the sword qi crisscrossed, the surrounding disciples, despite being one or two meters away, found the fabric of their clothes being sliced open by the sword qi from the battle, forcing them to retreat even further.

The battle lasted only a dozen seconds before Fang Can spun, sheathed his sword, and pulled away, saying, "Senior brother, that was thirteen strikes."

Once Fang Can spoke, the crowd suddenly realized that the clothing over their necks, hearts, wrist tendons, and ankle tendons had been sliced open by thirteen cuts from the sword tip.

Looking at Fang Can's Tiger Fiend Sect uniform, which remained as good as new, the senior brother held his sword with a bitter smile and cupped his hands, "I concede."

"Are there any other senior brothers who wish to offer guidance?" Fang Can asked with a smile as he plunged his longsword into the ground beside him.

"Regardless of the martial arts or weapons you use."

"Whether it is a duel or a group fight, I accept."

"Because right now is the moment where the gap between you and me is at its smallest."

"It is also your best chance to defeat me."

"If you miss this opportunity, from today onward, you will only be able to gaze up at my back, struggling to move forward along the path I have trodden."