Evil Tiger Devouring Body Technique

Inside the Tiger Fiend Sect, Fang Can followed behind the man, heading toward the Sect Master's location while secretly sizing up the back of the person in front of him.

It must be said that he was worthy of being a guard to the Tiger Fiend Sect Master; the man gave Fang Can the impression of being at least at the seventh or eighth level of the Mysterious Pass.

As for the Sect Master, according to the disciples, he had reached the realm of the Heaven Ascending Path. He was already a god-like figure, not to be mentioned in the same breath as those in the Mortal Shedding Body stage.

The two hurried through the sect without a word.

On the way, the disciples of the Martial Arts Hall who had just been beaten up looked at Fang Can's retreating figure, all of them speechless, the words he had spoken that morning echoing in their minds.

"This is the moment where the gap between you and me is the smallest."

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

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

Thinking of this, although the group of disciples was full of unwillingness, they knew deep down that these words were indeed true.

Stopping in front of a residence with red walls and green tiles, Fang Can saw three other experts of the seventh or eighth Mysterious Pass level standing guard at the entrance, and he understood that this was likely the Sect Master's office.

"Go in. The Sect Master is waiting for you inside," the guide said, taking his place alongside the other three guards, clearly intending for only Fang Can to enter.

Nodding slightly, Fang Can walked slowly through the gate under the gaze of the four men, and then the heavy door behind him slammed shut with a bang.

Why does this feel like a trap at a banquet?

Fang Can muttered to himself, ignoring the meticulously groomed exotic flowers, plants, pavilions, and towers as he walked toward the innermost building.

Pushing open the main door, he was met by a massive figure standing two meters and twenty centimeters tall.

Ever since arriving in this world, every martial artist Fang Can had seen was bulkier than the last, with physiques so exaggerated they were all essentially Schwarzenegger.

As the door swung open, the giant turned around and stared at the newcomer. "You are Fang Can?"

Seeing Fang Can nod, the giant let out a single remark: "Too scrawny."

Fang Can: ???

The giant said indifferently, "Thin arms and legs. You are far from what I expected. How are you supposed to fight enemies in the martial path like this?"

Seeing Fang Can's bewildered expression, the tall, muscular man explained, "In the Mortal Shedding Body realm, flesh and blood are power. If two people are both at the first level of the Mysterious Pass, the heavier one can easily take on three of the lighter ones."

Fang Can understood the man's theory; given the same muscle quality, the heavier side had the advantage, much like weight classes in boxing.

Of course, sheer strength didn't mean everything, but it was enough to compensate for many shortcomings.

The man continued, "It's a pity you've already reached eighteen and your bone structure has set. Otherwise, with secret medicines and training from a young age, getting you to two meters wouldn't have been a problem."

Hearing this, Fang Can finally couldn't hold back. "You are the Sect Master?"

"That is correct. I am Yang Duan, the Tiger Fiend Sect Master," the man nodded slightly, confirming his identity.

"There are only three days left until the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion releases its next rankings. Time is limited, so whatever you can learn from here on out will be your own ability."

"Thank you, Sect Master," Fang Can said sincerely.

Yang Duan looked at Fang Can with an inscrutable gaze. "Don't talk about gratitude. I only hope that when you inevitably stir up trouble in the future, you don't implicate the Tiger Fiend Sect."

Fang Can: "Wait, what? What are you talking about? I don't understand."

Fang Can, failing to grasp Yang Duan's train of thought, was completely confused, but Yang Duan didn't explain and spoke directly:

"I have two techniques here: the Evil Tiger Devouring Body Technique and the Tiger-Subduing Dragon-Taming Golden Body. Which one do you want to learn?"

Fang Can hesitated for a moment before saying, "...I'm a genius. Can I have both?"

Yang Duan was slightly stunned, but then nodded. "Though greed leads to poor digestion, it is no problem."

After speaking, Yang Duan waved his hand gently. Two wooden boxes flew automatically from the wooden table behind him and were caught by Fang Can.

"These contain the cultivation methods distilled from the heritage. They contain the martial intent transmitted through my Heart Manifestation. They can only be comprehended by the first person to read them for half an hour."

"What you can grasp from them, and how much you can comprehend, depends entirely on your own aptitude."

Is this book some kind of experience scroll or a Devil Fruit? It can only be used by one person. Fang Can complained inwardly at the "experience book" in front of him, then gently opened one of the boxes.

Golden light, blinding golden light like a sharp sword, plunged into the center of Fang Can's brow, transforming into a strand of true intent.

When Fang Can regained his senses, he discovered that the wooden box contained a sheepskin scroll. After opening it and using the characters he had learned over the past few days, he identified the large characters at the beginning: Evil Tiger Devouring Body Technique.

But it didn't actually matter if he could read, because as Fang Can's gaze fell upon the words, Yang Duan's voice automatically echoed in his mind.

The man was actually using the Heart Manifestation he had left in the box to transmit the technique.

It was only at this moment that Fang Can solved a mystery: if everyone in this world was illiterate, how did experts learn from martial arts manuals?

Now he understood—they just used their Heart Manifestation directly.

After all, written descriptions were nowhere near as clear and precise as mental communication.

However, this was a method Fang Can could not yet achieve; he would likely have to wait until he became an expert at the Heaven Ascending Path level to perform it.

According to the teachings of Yang Duan's Heart Manifestation, this Evil Tiger Devouring Body Technique was a technique that damaged one's foundation and consumed blood essence to trigger a burst of power, similar to the Heavenly Demon Disintegration. It should not be used lightly unless facing a life-or-death situation.

"Wait, wait, wait." Seeing this, under Yang Duan's strange gaze, Fang Can hurriedly pulled a handful of arsenic from the lining of his robe and swallowed it.

Feeling his aptitude increase more than tenfold, Fang Can let out a sigh of relief; this was finally how it was supposed to feel.

Without hesitation, he immediately opened the other box. The Tiger-Subduing Dragon-Taming Golden Body inside was an external hard-body technique that could transform the surface of the skin to be harder than steel.

Looking at the contents of the two scrolls before him, Fang Can became completely immersed, beginning to intuitively grasp their essential points.

On the interface, the Description Bar began to display corresponding information.

Description Bar:

The host's mental focus converges, using the Evil Tiger Devouring Body Technique as a foundation, flesh and blood as an altar, and intent as an anchor, to begin Visualization Manifestation with the Heart Manifestation as the offering.

Beginning manifestation of [Evil Tiger Devouring Body Technique]

--Estimated time: 5 minutes 16 seconds--

The host's mental focus converges, using the Tiger-Subduing Dragon-Taming Golden Body as a foundation...

As the Heart Manifestation flickered continuously, ten minutes later, Fang Can stood up from the ground and let out a long breath; he had completely mastered the contents of the Heart Manifestation.

However, even though he had learned them, the Heart Manifestation in his mind remained rigid, wailing and transmitting the information of these two techniques over and over again, as if it would not stop until it had recited them for half an hour.

In response, Fang Can shifted his thoughts and actively released his own Heart Manifestation to collide with it.

In an instant, as if fire had touched butter, Fang Can's mind cleared, and that incessantly noisy power of the Heart Manifestation was dissolved into nothingness.

"You've learned it?" Watching Fang Can stand up, even knowing the other party possessed peerless talent, Yang Duan could not help but be astonished.

"Mm, it took me ten minutes, but I finally finished learning it," Fang Can smiled, humble-bragging.

"Very good," Yang Duan said with a smile, clapping his hands:

"Guards, Fang Can has stolen the sect's secret techniques. Immediately strip him of his status as a disciple and throw him into the Dungeon."

Fang Can: Huh???