Crazy! Absolutely crazy!
Fang Can's brazen humiliation made the disciples around him see red.
Every person present had spent years painstakingly honing their martial arts. They had trained through the coldest days of winter and the hottest days of summer—how could they not have any fight in them?
Especially after these three battles, they could clearly see that Fang Can might not have even broken through the first layer of the Mysterious Pass.
Combat could broadly be divided into three aspects: mechanics, stats, and execution.
And yet the other guy had won all three battles in a row, relying entirely on superior technique to hold his ground. Not one of them could have pulled off the same thing.
"I refuse to believe it!"
A furious shout rang out from the crowd. A sharp-eyed young man holding a silver spear strode forward, indignation written all over his face.
"This is my Prairie Fire Spear Technique. Please give me your guidance, Junior Brother." The young man assumed a stance, his spear angled toward Fang Can. His sharp gaze seemed capable of piercing through anything.
But his cool pose didn't last long. A dozen or so breaths later, Fang Can followed Dragon King Breaker with Raging Waves and Furious Billows, using his spear to toss the young man into the air before sweeping him straight off the field.
That proved his peerless skill with the spear.
But it didn't end there. After the spear's defeat came nunchucks, paired sabers, a broad saber, a katana, gauntlets...
One disciple after another stepped up to challenge him, but not one of them lasted half an incense stick.
And every one of them was defeated by Fang Can's frail body wielding the same weapon and using the same moves, but with more polished technique.
Every dozen or so breaths, another disciple was sent flying, and the next challenger stepped forward.
Since Fang Can held back, the defeated disciples were barely hurt beyond a few bruises. That only stoked their competitive spirit even more.
Fists, kicks, palms, sabers, spears...
Swords, halberds, staffs, cudgels, hooks...
After more than twenty consecutive rounds of martial artists being knocked off the platform, as they watched Fang Can standing calmly in the middle of the crowd, a question arose in their minds:
"Does this guy seriously not get tired? How can he not? Why doesn't he?"
After defeating more than twenty people in a row, Fang Can hadn't even broken a sweat. His breathing hadn't grown any heavier, either. It was beyond anything they could comprehend.
After all, martial artists might have more stamina, but they also expended more energy in battle.
In high-intensity fights, with dozens of exchanges every breath, their endurance wasn't much greater than an ordinary person's.
But Fang Can was different. The Great Sun Indestructible Demon Body let him claim dominion wherever the blazing sun shone.
Sunlight restored his stamina and strengthened his physique, letting him fight all day like Captain America.
Standing in the middle of the crowd, Fang Can waited quietly for a while. When no one came forward, he said helplessly, "Senior Brothers, I'll say it again: you can gang up on me."
"If a duel doesn't work, gang up on me. If that doesn't work, ambush me. And if that fails, you can always drug me..."
At Fang Can's arrogance, someone finally couldn't take it anymore. "Fang Can, don't get cocky. Do you really think that just because you beat all of us one-on-one, you can beat us in a group fight too?"
"Look at how many people are here. No matter how good your technique is, there's no way you can defeat all of us before you run out of stamina."
"Senior Brother Li is right. Let's all charge him together and teach him a lesson. Does he really think he can take all of us on by himself?"
Faced with the crowd's righteous fury, Fang Can shook his head helplessly. When one side says something like that, they've already lost half the battle in spirit.
At last, Fang Can's arrogant attitude enraged everyone. Someone shouted first, "Beat the hell out of him!"
The crowd in the Martial Arts Arena surged toward Fang Can like a flood, intent on swallowing him whole.
But Fang Can felt neither joy nor sorrow. A memory surfaced in his mind: Senior Jiang's lesson from before.
A few days earlier, at the villa, Jiang Ning'an had watched Fang Can use his Heart Manifestation in a crude and brutish way and couldn't help offering him some advice:
"Your fighting style is far too rough. You aren't even using one ten-thousandth of your Heart Manifestation's power."
"Please, Senior Jiang, teach me," Fang Can asked curiously.
"Your Heart Manifestation is your will made tangible. But aside from influencing people's minds, it can't even pick up a grain of sand."
"Before the Heaven Ascending Path, the differences in physical strength between martial artists aren't that great. In most cases, a martial artist at the Ninth Layer of the Mysterious Pass is only nine times as strong as one at the first layer."
"When faced with overwhelming numbers, two eighth-layer martial artists working together in perfect coordination could theoretically kill a ninth-layer martial artist. Even a ninth-layer martial artist would have to avoid the sharp edge of dozens of fourth- or fifth-layer fighters attacking as one."
"But that's only if they don't use their Heart Manifestations. A Heart Manifestation is an extension of the body. It may not be able to move a grain of sand, but it can still strike terror into people's hearts."
"You can't just project it crudely. You need to treat your Heart Manifestation as an extension of your hands and feet, using your moves to unite body and mind."
"All you need to do is envision the destruction your punch can cause before you throw it, then unleash the greatest destructive force you can imagine. After that, the whole world will make way for you."
Listening to Jiang Ning'an's earnest instruction, Fang Can nodded thoughtfully and committed her words to memory.
Time flew by. Now, it was two days later.
Hundreds of disciples surged toward him like a zombie horde, intent on breaking his arms and legs. Fang Can's face was grim as he took a deep breath.
A powerful current of air, almost visible to the naked eye, rushed into his lungs. His steel-forged body finally began to move.
He didn't use a weapon. Instead, he slowly raised his right fist. For a moment, the disciples seemed to see a towering figure appear behind Fang Can.
"That's a Heart Manifestation!" Yang Lie, watching from afar and ready to step in at any moment, trembled. The wine jug he'd been gripping slipped from his hands and hit the ground.
He had trained bitterly for more than ten years, yet he was still stuck at the fifth layer of the Mysterious Pass. He had never managed to comprehend a Heart Manifestation—and now he was seeing one on this youth, who hadn't even broken through the first layer.
At that moment, everyone within a ten-meter radius of Fang Can could faintly see a towering figure, projected onto them through Fang Can's mind.
It was a man with short black hair, dressed in a blue skintight suit, a red cape billowing behind him, and an S emblazoned on his chest.
Though his clothes were different, the man's face looked exactly like Fang Can's through their eyes.
The man's muscular arms, like those of an ancient Greek statue, rose just as Fang Can's did. His gaze shone with a light that seemed to save all living beings, making him look like a god.
Everyone knew that the longer the name of a martial art, the more powerful it was.
So!
Of the countless martial arts, this was—
[Heart Manifestation · Martial Soul Avatar · Cosplay · Superman Fist]
In an instant, Fang Can's Heart Manifestation and his physical body brought their right fists down together. In everyone's view, the impact was like a volcanic eruption, sending vast clouds of dust flying from the ground.
In the blink of an eye, the hard bricks and stones were smashed into a crater several meters wide. A violent sandstorm swept through like a tornado, carrying them all off their feet.
The whirlwind tore through the crowd like a meat grinder, ripping at their flesh.
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