Chapter 113: The Body Becomes a Sponge!

Crash!

The surging, tumultuous sea of blood churned, ready to swallow everything whole.

From the thickets on either side of the road, the few who had been preparing to watch from the sidelines realized they had been exposed, and one by one leapt out.

Standing in the middle of the road, the five of them wore solemn expressions; under the influence of the heart-image, they felt as if their bodies had been submerged by the sea of blood, drenched through and through by it.

'The sheer quantity of these heart-images is twenty or thirty times that of an ordinary ninth-realm Profound Gate martial artist — how did this guy train?'

Li Zhengyang was inwardly horrified. If Fang Can's heart-image had not been an illusion mistaken for reality, he would have thought a genuine Heaven-Ascending martial artist stood before him.

Even though it was only a false wash, and the clan did possess methods to steady the heart.

They still felt their own hearts being slowly eroded and worn away within such a vast sea of blood.

"Young hero Fang, I am Li Xiangyang. We came here only for a proper sparring match — we mean no harm."

Li Zhengyang laughed sheepishly, his gaze drifting to the martial artists Wan Chenyu had knocked down, a hint of guilt in his eyes.

"No problem. Since you've come to visit, then stay — all of you."

Fang Can's tone was calm. He hopped down from the sedan chair, so as not to accidentally crush the toy underfoot when the fight began.

"Why waste words on him." Wan Chenyu, at the side, gave a cold snort. His right arm suddenly exploded with force as he seized the dragon-veined broadblade, and he broke into a long stride toward Fang Can.

As he ran, his right hand suddenly clamped the broadblade's hilt. With the surge of force in his arm, the broadblade, which had originally been radiating a cold, ghostly sheen, instantly erupted with a dazzling crimson glow.

'This is…' Fang Can's eyes were drawn to that blade-light, and he immediately realized it was no illusion — it was a genuine blade-gleam.

What had originally been a fight between ordinary body-tempering martial artists suddenly became wondrous under that single slash.

"Zzzzz…"

As the light on the hilt intensified, the entire broadblade grew heavier and heavier.

A hundred catties → a thousand catties → ten thousand catties → a hundred thousand catties…

In the span of a few breaths, this broadblade, over four chi long, had its weight skyrocket to a terrifying one hundred and eight thousand catties.

In Wan Chenyu's hands at this moment, it was as if he were gripping a trident of the Sea God!

As the broadblade grew incomparably heavy, the fifty-plus-ton weight slowed Wan Chenyu's pace, but his aura was like that of a savage beast about to tear heaven and earth apart.

Moreover, the entire blade-edge had turned a searing crimson, like a red-hot branding iron, radiating a heat of several thousand degrees.

With each stride he took, the earth began to split and tear apart bit by bit.

In that brief instant, although Fang Can did not understand the trick behind it, he had no intention of meeting it head-on.

Watching the wave of heat come sweeping horizontally, his body twisted lightly, and he slipped past the blade-edge by a hair's breadth.

Mid-air, Fang Can's right arm shot out, five fingers clamping onto the back of the blade. He executed a Thousand-Catty Drop, his full weight slamming down!

"Hiss—"

Like a clay oxen into the sea, along with the black smoke billowing up from the earth, the entire broadblade was forced into the ground by Fang Can.

"That's a fine blade. I'll take it."

Fang Can smiled at the corner of his lips. His right arm pressed down on the back of the blade, and his left fist shot out like a dragon, trading a blow with Wan Chenyu's right fist.

"Boom!"

Like the violent collision of heaven and earth, a visible shockwave swept outward with the two of them at its center.

The thunderous roar made the ordinary people nearby instinctively clap their hands over their ears, feeling a tearing pain in their eardrums and a wave of dizziness.

"Tsk~"

Wan Chenyu felt as if his arm had struck dark iron; his arm went numb, the skin on his knuckles had burst open, and blood slowly seeped from the wound.

'This guy is actually harder than me.'

Wan Chenyu was inwardly shocked. He knew that horizontal-training techniques were the most grinding of endeavors.

He had tempered his body with secret medicines since childhood, and relying on his family's inherited ultimate art, his horizontal-training hard skill could be said to be unstoppable.

He had seized on the fact that Fang Can had only recently begun training martial arts — even if his realm had skyrocketed, his flesh and blood must surely be several notches worse.

Yet reality told him that he had actually fallen at a disadvantage in a pure fist-clash. How could this be?

In disbelief, Wan Chenyu raised his eyes and looked closely — only to see a towering figure staring back at him.

He saw that Fang Can, originally one meter eighty tall, had somehow grown to two meters twenty; the body that had been a head shorter was now nearly level with Wan Chenyu's.

Fang Can's originally Bai Xi skin was now flushed all over, and combined with those blood-red eyes, he truly looked like a demon god descended upon the world.

"How is this possible!" The young scions of the various clans who had come along watched the scene in utter horror.

Flesh and blood growing out of thin air, breaking the cycle of mass and energy in heaven and earth — this touched upon the secrets of Heaven-Ascending, beyond anything the mundane could compare to.

Common sense held that no matter how formidable a Transmutation Body martial artist was, they still had to obey the basic laws.

For instance, they could not project true qi outward; their heart-images could not be made manifest; and they had to obey the law of conservation of energy.

Yet at this moment, Fang Can's body had grown to two meters out of thin air — where was all this extra flesh and blood supposed to come from?

So had Fang Can reached Heaven-Ascending?

Or had Fang Can already broken the law of conservation of energy?

The answer was no!

If Wan Chenyu at this moment possessed the Bai Yan, he could peer through Fang Can's body and glimpse the condition of his internal organs.

The originally neatly arranged spaces of his five viscera and six bowels had been forcibly and greatly expanded, leaving his insides empty and hollow, as if scooped clean.

This was precisely the new success Fang Can had researched these past days — making his body like a sponge that absorbed water.

Fang Can named this move: Heaven-Supporting Art!!!

At this moment, Fang Can was like a human-shaped big fellow, a walking Rake Five!

The original sponge-ification of his body, when a single part was filled, could increase that lone limb's strength by eight times and its toughness by two times.

But just as the previous experiments had shown.

When the body was filled, blood could not be produced from nothing — it could only be shifted from one end to the other.

But ordinary martial artists only consider shifting blood from the left side to the right, or from the top of the head to the arms.

Using this to achieve a brief enhancement of part of the body.

What about Fang Can's choice?

He chose to shift the blood inside his body to the body's surface!

With the surface muscles engorged, Fang Can's five viscera and six bowels, along with his brain, all contracted to the extreme due to the blood being drawn out.

The blood from these organs was continuously extracted and squeezed by Fang Can, supplying the skin and muscles in an endless stream.

Under such circumstances, although Fang Can's insides were completely empty — if his belly were cut open, a child of eight or nine could even be stuffed inside.

Yet his body swelled bit by bit like a balloon, reaching a height of two meters.

In this state, although Fang Can's strength and mass did not change because matter does not increase out of thin air.

His defensive power, however, had genuinely doubled due to the blood engorgement.

Thus!

Ninefold Mystery Gate 9th Layer 9 Progress 9 Parts + Xiehu Shishen Great Art + Subduing Tiger, Conquering Dragon Golden Body + Pillar-of-Heaven Art >> the horizontal-training kung fu Wan Chenyu had tempered himself with since childhood

Staring at Wan Chenyu and the others, who were terrified beyond words because the scene before them shattered common sense, the corners of Fang Can's mouth curved up high:

"What a pity. I had originally planned to finish perfecting this move and save it for those one-turn fellows to enjoy."

"Since that's the case, let me let you experience the might of my Pillar-of-Heaven first."

(End of chapter)