He was furious. Absolutely furious.
Watching Fang Can surrounded by fans, who cheered for him.
Meanwhile, the dozen or so martial artists were competing on their opponent's home turf and were greeted by a chorus of boos. The difference in treatment was like night and day.
Humiliated by Fang Can time and again, they could no longer stand it.
"I've had enough!"
Fuming with rage, one of the martial artists in a sleeveless shirt suddenly shot forward with his right fist, covering a distance of more than ten meters and driving it straight toward Fang Can's heart.
"I, Lei Li, am going to beat you to death, you bean sprout!"
Without warning, Fang Can's body slid away like a scrap of paper, despite his inability to see.
He shifted two inches to the side on level ground, narrowly evading Lei Li's attack as the other man's right fist grazed past him.
Just as it seemed he had dodged the blow, Lei Li's hands suddenly plunged down like eagle talons, embedding themselves in the tiled floor.
Using them as a pivot, he stopped his body in midair, twisted ninety degrees, then brought his right leg crashing down from above toward Fang Can's head.
"Boom!"
As the dust settled, the ground beneath Lei Li's foot had been pulverized. Yet Fang Can stood before him without a scratch, having narrowly dodged his attack.
"Lucky? No, he's sensing attacks through his skin!"
At that moment, the fifteen martial artists present grew solemn. They all realized the young man before them wasn't treating this fight as a game.
He could dodge attacks through nothing more than the sensation of air currents against his skin. In terms of technique, he was indeed far superior to them.
"In my current state, my Instinct can vaguely sense these