Chapter 112: Idol Ranking Battle! (Third Watch!)

Leaving Yanggu County, they traveled all the way into Changlu County.

The orderly procession of god-worshippers, following their route without pause, prepared to buy supplies in the nearest large city before nightfall.

Suddenly, a tall, burly figure blocked the path ahead of the procession, holding a broadsword horizontally across the road, watching the caravan ahead with a defiant smile.

Ye Yonglie, within the procession, frowned and shouted: "Who goes there? If you seek a challenge, formally submit your challenge letter. After we reach the next city, my lord Fang Can will grant you the opportunity to spar."

As he spoke, the entire caravan of carts and horses did not stop, rolling forward and crushing the path ahead.

They had long expected such roadblockers; they were merely trying to fight Fang Can to gain fame throughout the world.

If they failed, saying they were defeated by the number one on the Rising Dragon List would not be shameful.

And if they succeeded, whenever Fang Can was mentioned in the future, he would be linked to the one who defeated him before; this effect was far superior to any method of impersonation.

As the procession advanced, three Heart-Image martial artists quickly stepped forward, preparing to shove this obstructing commoner aside.

This was both clearing out the weaklings and filtering for the strong.

If they couldn't even defeat three Heart-Image martial artists from the common folk, what delusion was it to think they could challenge Fang Can?

As they stepped forward, the Heart-Images of the three martial artists swept out wildly, only to find them split apart as easily as water hitting a knife tip.

'This...' The group exchanged glances, all realizing the opponent was formidable.

This feeling was similar to when they sparred with Fang Can before; this was yet another martial artist capable of concealing their Heart-Image.

"Heh, since you attacked first, don't blame me."

The man twisted his thick arms slightly; in the next instant, his body vanished from the spot.

Accompanied by the thunderous explosion of the rocks beneath his feet, a crack split the earth at extreme speed.

In merely a blink, the man's towering figure squeezed within one zhang of the three Heart-Image martial artists.

As the pupils of the Heart-Image martial artists contracted, a massive broadsword, swung up, rapidly expanded in their line of sight, striking them with a wild, barbaric, and domineering sword intent.

"Force! Force! Force!"

Facing the gale rushing at them, the group tried to block, crossing their hands before them, yet felt the entire world colliding against them.

"Boom boom boom!!!"

With three sounds of metal clashing, the bodies of those three Heart-Image martial artists were swept flying by the broad, wide blade of the broadsword.

In an instant, the procession halted; the hands of the chanting procession, playing instruments and reciting scriptures, stopped, their gazes all converging on this uninvited guest.

'Just like this, it should be just like this!'

Feeling all eyes converge here, Wan Chenyu's phantom limb of excitement rose slightly; he was naturally meant to be so conspicuous!

Just thinking of the desperate expressions of those brainwashed fans, full of regret yet indifferent, after he defeated Fang Can, he could barely hold back.

"What are you panicking for!"

Seeing the halted procession, Ye Yonglie frowned in displeasure: "Keep playing the music, keep dancing! It's just someone looking for trouble; do you not even possess this much composure?"

Following Ye Yonglie's words, the caravan resumed their respective duties; those who played the zither played, those who recited poetry recited, and the originally stiff atmosphere relaxed once more.

"Tsk!" Watching the procession restore order, Wan Chenyu felt quite displeased.

But he ultimately said nothing, for he too had his own procession.

At this moment, more than ten li away, a procession of several thousand people was marching here, continuously blowing suonas.

Just as Ye Yonglie had said earlier, any martial artist with a bit of fame had their own worshippers.

Wan Chenyu was naturally no exception.

As a master ranked 325 on the Hidden Dragon List within the Great Yan Kingdom, he had sucked up a wave of traffic domestically and was now a hot new star martial artist in the Great Yan Kingdom!

Therefore, as the standard for god-making, a standard divine caravan was naturally equipped.

Originally, as gods of two sects, according to conventional etiquette, even if they wished to spar, they should submit a formal challenge letter for a formal battle.

But Wan Chenyu was too lazy to bother with all that nonsense, driving his divine caravan directly to crush over here.

In his view, as long as he could win, and keep winning, all other trivial matters could make way for it.

Even the instruments played were uniformly changed to suonas; he came ahead to intercept Fang Can, preparing to beat this number one of the Rising Dragon List into a dead dog beforehand.

'At that time, those brainwashed worshippers, seeing their god miserably defeated and their Dao hearts shattered, hearing the suona sounds coming from afar... that state of mind...'

At this moment, Wan Chenyu was already imagining it with ill intent in his heart.

In the shadows, several companions who had arrived together saw Wan Chenyu's state and helplessly held their foreheads.

"Brother Wan has gone a bit too far; such humiliation is truly... excessive," Li Zhengyang said helplessly.

They were all new-generation martial gods of the Great Yan; this time they truly came to blunt Fang Can's sharp edge.

After all, peers are rivals; since Fang Can, the number one of the Rising Dragon List, debuted, the hearts of the worshippers under their command had become unstable, even showing signs of small-scale defection; this was simply bullying people too much.

"In martial arts sparring, there are wins and losses," the refined youth beside him said with a smile.

"Brother Wan is right; if one cannot endure this level of humiliation, then what is the point of practicing martial arts? Might as well go home and sleep."

"The reason Brother Wan has progressed the fastest among us is precisely this childlike heart; this is also why the great families allowed us to come out."

"It is just squabbling among juniors; even the Robbery Jianshan would not interfere."

"After all, it was Robbery Jianshan itself that said to invite all martial artists who have shed their mortal bodies from the world; if they truly come, they wouldn't be sore losers, would they?"

While the group was talking, four or five Heart-Image martial artists had already fallen beneath Wan Chenyu's feet.

Regarding these people, his strikes were quite measured; apart from broken bones and snapped tendons, he caused no fatal injuries, and they would recover in three to five months.

Watching the martial artists fall one by one amidst the music, Wan Chenyu raised an eyebrow: "Finally willing to come out?"

As his gaze fixed, the sedan door opened, and a handsome youth lifted the curtain to reveal half his body.

The man swept the scene with a calm expression; upon seeing the fallen martial artists, he frowned slightly, his gaze landing on Wan Chenyu as he said: "You did this."

"That's right, I came here specifically to look for trouble," Wan Chenyu did not hide his malice.

"Good." Fang Can said nothing, his gaze turning to the left: "And those four over there; will you come out yourselves, or shall I ask you out?"

"Hmph, I don't need them; I'll handle it myself." Before Wan Chenyu could finish, a towering sea of blood surged toward them.

'This mental projection...' Wan Chenyu's eyes widened; amidst this vast ocean of mental projections, the method of solidifying the mind no longer held any effect.

He felt as though he had become a small boat, 随时 at risk of being swept away by the sea of blood.

(End of this chapter)