The Evil Tiger Devouring Body Technique was an ultimate art for gambling with your life at death's door.
It gradually burned away one's talent, lifespan, and reason.
Since its creation, no one had ever used a life-or-death technique like this as frequently as Fang Can did.
That was because although it could bring one's combat strength to its fullest, it also came with a slew of side effects.
Fang Can was the sole exception. His talent had grown thanks to Extreme Misfortune Brings Prosperity, so he wasn't afraid of burning it away.
As for his lifespan, he had the Great Sun Indestructible Demon Body and Unwavering Resolve to support him. Fang Can was beginning to wonder whether he could even die of old age through normal means.
But apart from its effects on his body, Fang Can felt that the technique seemed to be changing his temperament, making him increasingly bloodthirsty.
He hadn't lost his reason, but on instinct, he tended to choose the path that led to rivers of blood.
If Ye Hua hadn't begged for mercy just now, Fang Can might have nearly blown his head apart with a punch.
He took off his blindfold and looked at the severely injured fighters around him, who would probably need a month or two to recover. Without thinking, he clenched his fist.
Around him, his victory had set off a tidal wave of cheers from his followers, one roar after another.
Ignoring the uproar, Fang Can told a follower nearby, "Bandage them up. We'll cover their medical expenses for now."
Then, his expression calm, he stepped down from the ring. A young woman immediately came over to him.
"Are you out of your mind? Why'd you stab yourself several times for no reason?" Ye Qingshi looked at Fang Can's chest