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(Third Chapter!)","this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-112",112,"\u003Cp>Leaving Yanggu County, they traveled all the way into Changlu County.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The orderly divine procession moved without pause along its route, preparing to restock supplies in the nearest major city before nightfall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a towering figure blocked the path ahead, holding a broadsword horizontally across the road, grinning arrogantly at the caravan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Yonglie frowned and shouted from within the procession: “Who are you? If you seek a challenge, submit your formal invitation. After we reach the next city, Master Fang Can will grant you your duel.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, the entire procession continued forward without stopping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had anticipated such roadside provocations—these were merely wannabes hoping to fight Fang Can and gain fame across the land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they lost, they could claim they were defeated by the number one on the Shenglong List, and that was nothing to be ashamed of.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if they won, everyone who mentioned Fang Can would link him to the defeated challengers—far more effective than playing the role of a mere law enforcer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the procession advanced, three Xiangxiang martial artists hurried forward to shove aside this obstructing commoner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was both clearing the riffraff and filtering out the strong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you can’t even defeat three civilian Xiangxiang martial artists, what dream are you dreaming of challenging Fang Can?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they stepped forward, their Xiangxiang energies surged wildly—only to find themselves split apart like water striking a blade’s tip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘This…’ The three exchanged glances, all realizing they faced a formidable opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sensation was eerily similar to when they had sparred with Fang Can—this man, too, could conceal his Xiangxiang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh, since you struck first, don’t blame me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man casually twisted his thick arm, and in the next instant, his body vanished from where he stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a thunderous explosion beneath his feet, the earth split open in a rapid crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the blink of an eye, the man’s towering frame closed the distance to within a zhang of the three Xiangxiang martial artists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As their pupils contracted, a massive broadsword, swung high, rapidly filled their vision—crashing toward them with a savage, overwhelming blade intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Strength! Strength! Strength!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the gale-like rush, the three tried to block, crossing their arms before their bodies—but they felt the entire world charging into them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boom! Boom! Boom!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With three metallic clangs, the three Xiangxiang martial artists were flung backward by the broadsword’s wide blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, the procession halted. The musicians and chanters froze mid-performance, their gazes all locking onto this unexpected intruder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘This is it. This is how it should be!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling all eyes converge upon him, Wan Chenyu’s excited phantom limbs twitched with delight—he was born to be the center of attention!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just imagining the moment he defeated Fang Can, and watching these brainwashed fans’ despairing, indifferent expressions, he could barely contain himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s the panic for?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the halted procession, Ye Yonglie frowned in displeasure: “Keep playing, keep dancing. It’s just one troublemaker. Can’t you even maintain your composure?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Ye Yonglie’s words, the caravan resumed its duties—those playing lutes played again, those reciting poetry resumed, and the tense atmosphere softened once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tch!” Watching the procession restore order, Wan Chenyu was displeased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he said nothing, for he had his own procession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, dozens of li away, a thousand-strong procession was approaching, their suona horns blaring relentlessly toward this spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Ye Yonglie had said, any martial artist with a modicum of fame had his own worshipers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wan Chenyu was no exception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the 325th-ranked expert on the Qilong List within Dayan, he had drawn massive public attention and was now one of Dayan’s hottest rising martial stars!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, as standard for god-making, he naturally had his full divine procession equipped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ordinarily, as two sect deities, even if they intended to duel, they would exchange formal invitations and fight with proper ceremony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Wan Chenyu was too lazy to bother with such formalities—he simply drove his divine procession straight here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his view, as long as he kept winning, all other trivial matters could be swept aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the musical instruments had been uniformly replaced with suonas; he himself had advanced ahead to intercept Fang Can, intending to beat the number one on the Shenglong List into a bloody pulp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘When those worshipers see their god humiliated and broken, and then hear the distant blare of the suonas… that moment of shattered faith…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wan Chenyu’s mind already churned with malicious fantasies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the shadows, several companions who had come together watched Wan Chenyu’s actions and sighed, rubbing their foreheads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wan Brother has gone too far—this humiliation is… excessive,” Li Zhengyang said helplessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were all new-generation martial deities of Dayan, and they had come here intending to curb Fang Can’s arrogance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, competitors are rivals. Since Fang Can’s debut as Shenglong List number one, their worshipers’ loyalty had grown unstable, even showing signs of small-scale defections—this was simply too much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fighting has wins and losses,” said the refined young man beside him with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wan Brother is right—if you can’t endure even this level of humiliation, why bother training? Just go home and sleep.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wan Brother has advanced fastest among us precisely because of this pure, unyielding heart—that’s why the clans allowed us to come out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Youngsters brawling among themselves—even Jiejian Mountain wouldn’t interfere.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Jiejian Mountain itself invited all the Tui Fan martial artists from across the land; if they truly came, they can't be such sore losers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they spoke, Wan Chenyu had already knocked down five or six Xiangxiang martial artists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For these men, his strikes were measured—only broken bones and torn sinews, no fatal injuries; they would recover in three to five months.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the martial artists fall one by one amid the music, Wan Chenyu raised an eyebrow: “Finally ready to show yourselves?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he stared, the sedan’s door opened, and a handsome young man revealed half his body, lifting the curtain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man calmly scanned the scene; when he saw the fallen martial artists, his brow twitched slightly, then fixed on Wan Chenyu: “You did this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Correct. I’m here today to provoke.” Wan Chenyu made no effort to hide his malice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good.” Fang Can said nothing, his gaze shifting left: “And the four of you over there—will you come out on your own, or must I drag you out?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph, no need for them. I’ll handle this myself.” Before Wan Chenyu finished speaking, a vast sea of blood surged toward them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘This Xiangxiang…’ Wan Chenyu’s eyes widened—within this overwhelming torrent, even his method of solidifying his spirit was useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt himself reduced to a tiny skiff, ready to be swept away at any moment by the crimson tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1123,"2026-06-20T07:05:46.054Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","eb8252621ab2a42ecd9e623502476f400fa22e0da4b606ed988a24b32077af5a","this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-113","this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-111",368,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthis-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-cover.jpg"]