Heart Manifestation: Martial Soul True Body: Cosplay: Superman Fist

Chapter 35 [Heart Manifestation: Martial Soul True Body: Cosplay: Superman Fist]

Mad! Absolutely mad!

Facing Fang Can's confident and arrogant humiliation, the surrounding disciples were instantly flushed with rage.

Every person present was a martial artist who had painstakingly immersed themselves in the martial path for years, training through the bitter cold of winter and the sweltering heat of summer; how could they lack spirit?

Especially after these three battles, they could clearly see that Fang Can likely hadn't even broken through the first Mysterious Pass in terms of raw power.

Combat is generally divided into three dimensions: mechanics, stats, and operation.

Yet, the fact that he could win three consecutive battles was entirely due to his superior technique holding the line; if it were any of them, it would be absolutely impossible to replicate.

"I don't believe it!"

A roar erupted from the crowd as a sharp-looking youth holding a silver spear stepped out, his eyes filled with indignation.

"This is my Prairie Fire Spear Technique, please enlighten me, Junior Brother." The youth took a stance, his long spear pointing diagonally, his gaze sharp enough to pierce through anything.

But this coolness didn't last long; a dozen breaths later, Fang Can used a Dragon King Breaker followed by Raging Waves and Furious Billows, using his spear to forcibly lift the youth and sweep him right out of the arena.

From this moment on, his absolute mastery of the spear was proven.

But it wasn't over; following the defeat of the spear, came the nunchucks, twin blades, broadswords, katanas, gauntlets...

One disciple after another came up to challenge him, but not a single one could last for half an incense stick's time.

Moreover, these people were all defeated by Fang Can using the same weapons, the same moves, and even more proficient techniques, despite his own frail physique.

Almost every dozen breaths or so, another disciple would be sent flying, followed immediately by the next challenger.

Because Fang Can held back, these losers suffered little more than some pain, which only further stimulated their competitive spirit.

Fists, legs, palms, blades, spears...

Swords, halberds, staves, clubs, hooks...

As over twenty rounds of martial artists were swept off the stage, looking at the calm and composed Fang Can in the center of the crowd, a question arose in their hearts:

"Doesn't this guy ever get tired? How is it possible he doesn't? Why doesn't he!"

Having defeated over twenty people in a row, Fang Can wasn't sweating, nor was his breathing even slightly labored; it was simply beyond their common sense.

After all, although martial artists have longer stamina bars, they also consume a lot during combat.

High-intensity fighting with dozens of exchanges per breath meant their endurance wasn't much higher than an ordinary person's.

But Fang Can was different; the Great Sun Indestructible Demon Body could achieve this—wherever the sun shone, it was his domain.

Sunlight could restore his stamina and strengthen his physique, allowing him to fight all day long just like Captain America.

Standing in the center of the crowd, Fang Can waited quietly for a while, and seeing that no one came up, he said helplessly: "Senior Brothers, I'll say it again: you can all gang up on me."

"If one-on-one doesn't work, try a group brawl; if a group brawl doesn't work, try a sneak attack; if a sneak attack fails, you can even use poison..."

Facing Fang Can's arrogance, someone finally couldn't hold back: "Fang Can, don't be so cocky. Do you think that just because you beat us all one-on-one, it will be the same if we gang up on you?"

"Let me tell you, with so many people here, no matter how high your technique is, it is absolutely impossible for you to defeat us all before your stamina runs out."

"Senior Brother Li is right! Everyone, let's go together and teach him a lesson. Does he really think he can take us all down by himself?"

Facing the agitated crowd, Fang Can shook his head helplessly in his heart: When one side says such loser-talk, they have already lost half the battle in terms of momentum.

Finally, Fang Can's arrogant attitude completely infuriated everyone, and it was unclear who shouted first: "Beat the hell out of him!"

With a roar, the crowd inside the Martial Arts Arena surged toward Fang Can like a tidal wave, intent on drowning him.

But in Fang Can's heart, there was neither sorrow nor joy; the teachings of Jiang Ning'an rose in his mind.

In the villa a few days ago, watching Fang Can use his Heart Manifestation in a crude and barbaric way, Jiang Ning'an couldn't help but offer some pointers:

"Your way of fighting is too rough; you aren't even unleashing one ten-thousandth of the power of your Heart Manifestation."

"Oh, please enlighten me, Senior Jiang," Fang Can asked curiously.

"The so-called Heart Manifestation is your intent condensed into substance, but aside from influencing the human heart, the Heart Manifestation cannot even pick up a grain of sand."

"Before the Heaven Ascending Path, the physical gap between martial artists is not obvious; in most cases, the power of a ninth-level Mysterious Pass martial artist is only nine times that of a first-level."

"Facing a massive number of people, theoretically, two eighth-level martial artists with good coordination can surround and kill a ninth-level, and dozens of fourth or fifth-level martial artists working together can force even a ninth-level to retreat."

"But this is only if you don't use your Heart Manifestation, because the Heart Manifestation is an extension of your body; while it cannot move sand, it can terrify the human heart."

"You shouldn't just release it crudely; you must treat the Heart Manifestation as an extension of your hands and feet, achieving a reconciliation between body and mind through your techniques."

"You only need to construct the destruction this punch can cause before you throw it, unleash the maximum destructive power you can imagine, and afterward, the whole world will yield before you."

Listening to Jiang Ning'an's earnest instruction, Fang Can nodded thoughtfully, memorizing her words.

Time flew by, and now, two days later.

Watching the hundreds of sect members rushing toward him like a zombie horde, intent on breaking his limbs, Fang Can's expression was cold and stern as he took a sharp, deep breath.

A powerful, visible current of air was sucked into his lungs, and his steel-tempered body finally began to move.

He did not use any weapon, but instead slowly raised his right fist. Vaguely, these disciples seemed to see a towering, majestic figure emerge behind Fang Can.

"This is a Heart Manifestation!" In the distance, Yang Lie, who was watching the commotion and ready to intervene at any moment, felt his hands tremble violently, causing the wine pot he had been gripping tightly to slip from his grasp and fall.

He had trained bitterly for over a decade, stuck at the fifth level of the Mysterious Pass with no progress, yet he was seeing a Heart Manifestation—something he had yet to comprehend—on a youth who hadn't even reached the first level.

At this moment, within a ten-meter radius of Fang Can, everyone could see a vague, majestic image projected into their minds through Fang Can's own spirit.

It was a male figure with short black hair, wearing a deep blue bodysuit, a red cape behind him, and an 'S' emblazoned on his chest.

Although the attire was different, in their line of sight, the figure's face was exactly the same as Fang Can's.

The man's muscular arms, like those of an ancient Greek statue, were raised high just like Fang Can's, his gaze carrying a radiance that seemed to offer salvation to all living things, much like a god.

It is common knowledge that the longer the name of a martial art, the more powerful it is.

Therefore!

Of all the martial arts, this is—

[Heart Manifestation: Martial Soul True Body: Cosplay: Superman Fist]

In an instant, the right fist of Fang Can's Heart Manifestation descended in unison. In the eyes of everyone present, it was like a volcanic eruption, with massive amounts of dust being kicked up from the ground.

In just a split second, the hard masonry was smashed into a crater several meters wide, and a violent sandstorm began to swirl like a tornado, sweeping them all up and sending them flying backward.

The sweeping tornado tore through their flesh like a meat grinder.