"Young Master Fang Can, the stone tablet has been brought."
From a distance, Yan Zhi approached Fang Can, carrying a one-ton stone tablet in his hands.
As a Mysterious Pass Second-Realm martial artist, carrying a blank stone tablet weighing over a ton was no difficult feat.
Looking at the enormous blank tablet standing before him, Fang Can raised his index finger and began carving into the stone.
After several days of reading, Fang Can was no longer the illiterate he had once been.
"Clack, clack!"
As stone dust kept falling from the tablet, clear, orderly characters began to appear across its surface.
Yan Zhi watched from the side, filled with admiration. He could also carve words into stone with his bare hands, but making such neat characters with nothing but his palm required a truly exquisite command of strength.
Now that his location had been exposed, Fang Can stopped pretending and directly inscribed his demands on the tablet.
The rules of the martial arts challenge were written out in detail. There was no limit to the number of challengers within the allotted time, and no restrictions on how they fought. Anyone could use any means.
After spending the time it took to burn several incense sticks writing over a hundred characters of rules, Fang Can lifted the enormous tablet with one hand and planted it outside the Martial Hall's entrance.
He set it down with a rumble, then turned around and went back inside to close the door. The crowd gathered behind him surged forward.
In this ancient world, where life was so simple, most people couldn't read.
But it didn't take long for them to find a literate scholar, who read the tablet aloud to everyone.
"Welcome to challenge me (Fang Can)."
"Please follow the rules below."
"Remember, Fang