Chapter 113: The Body Has Become Sponge-Like!

Splash!

A surging, roaring sea of blood surged forth, ready to swallow all.

From the shrubs lining the road, several onlookers who had already been exposed leapt out one by one.

Standing in the center of the road, the five men wore grim expressions; under the influence of the mental image, they felt their bodies submerged in blood, drenched all over.

‘The number of this mental image is practically twenty to thirty times that of an ordinary Xuanguan Ninth Layer martial artist—how did this guy train?’

Li Zhengyang was stunned; if Fang Can’s mental image hadn’t been illusory, he would have thought he was facing a genuine Dengtian Road martial artist.

Even if it was merely an illusory wash, and even though his family had methods to stabilize the mind,

they still felt their spirits slowly being tainted and eroded by the vast sea of blood.

‘Fang Shaoxia, I am Li Xiangyang. We’ve come here solely for a normal sparring match—no ill intent.’

Li Zhengyang smiled awkwardly, his gaze fixed on the martial artists knocked down by Wan Chenyu, tinged with guilt.

‘No problem. Since you’ve come to visit, you might as well all stay.’

Fang Can spoke calmly, leaping down from the sedan—so he wouldn’t accidentally crush this toy during the fight.

‘Why waste words with him?’ Wan Chenyu snorted, his right arm snapping out to grip the broadsword with dragon patterns, then charging toward Fang Can in large strides.

As he stepped forward, his right hand clenched the hilt tightly; with increasing force, the once cool, You cold broadsword erupted in dazzling crimson light.

‘This is…’ Fang Can’s eyes were drawn to the blade’s glow, then he realized it wasn’t an illusion—it was real, tangible blade energy.

What had been an ordinary body-refining martial artist’s battle now became surreal under this strike.

Sssss…

As the hilt’s glow intensified, the entire broadsword grew heavier.

One hundred jin → one thousand jin → ten thousand jin → one hundred thousand jin…

In mere moments, the broadsword, over four feet long, increased in weight to a terrifying one hundred and eight thousand jin.

Now, in Wan Chenyu’s hands, it was like gripping a trident of the Sea God!

As the broadsword became unbearably heavy, its fifty-ton weight slowed Wan Chenyu’s speed, yet his aura resembled a beast ready to tear heaven and earth apart.

The entire blade turned a blazing red, like a searing iron, radiating temperatures of thousands of degrees.

With each step, the ground began to crack and split.

In that instant, though Fang Can didn’t understand the mechanism, he had no intention of meeting it head-on.

Seeing the scorching wave slash toward him, he twisted his body lightly, barely avoiding the blade’s edge.

Mid-air, Fang Can’s right arm shot out, five fingers gripping the blade’s back, then he unleashed a Thousand Jin Drop, slamming his entire weight downward!

Chiiii—

Like mud sinking into the sea, amid the black smoke rising from the earth, Fang Can forcibly drove the entire broadsword into the ground.

‘This is a fine sword. I’ll take it.’

Fang Can smiled, pressing his right arm against the blade’s back, while his left fist shot out like a dragon’s strike, clashing directly with Wan Chenyu’s right fist.

Boom!

It was as if heaven and earth had violently collided—a visible shockwave swept outward from between them.

The thunderous roar made nearby civilians instinctively cover their ears, feeling as if their eardrums were tearing, their heads reeling.

Zzzz~

Wan Chenyu felt his arm strike something as hard as xuantie; his arm went numb, his knuckles split open, blood slowly seeping from the wounds.

‘This guy is even harder than me.’

Wan Chenyu was stunned—he knew that hardening arts required years of painstaking cultivation.

Since childhood, he had toughened his body with secret medicines, relying on his family’s ultimate technique, making his hardened body unmatched.

He had assumed Fang Can, having trained only recently, would have flesh and blood far weaker despite his rapid realm advancement.

But reality told him he was losing in pure fist-to-fist combat—how was this possible?

With disbelief, Wan Chenyu looked up—and saw a towering figure staring at him.

Fang Can’s original height of 1.8 meters had inexplicably grown to 2.2 meters; his stature, once a head shorter, now nearly matched Wan Chenyu’s.

His previously pale skin was now blazing red, his bloodshot eyes dripping crimson—he looked like a demon god descending.

‘How is this possible!’ the noble youths who had come with him stared in horror.

Flesh spontaneously growing, breaking the cosmic cycle of matter and energy—this touched upon the secrets of Dengtian, far beyond mortal comprehension.

Normally, even the most powerful body-refining martial artists must obey the basic laws.

For example, they cannot release qi externally, cannot manifest mental images, and must abide by the law of conservation of energy.

So where did Fang Can’s extra two meters of flesh come from?

Had Fang Can reached Dengtian Road?

Or had he broken the law of conservation of energy?

The answer: no!

If Wan Chenyu had the White Eye, he could peer through Fang Can’s body and see the condition of his internal organs.

The once neatly arranged space of his five viscera and six bowels had been forcibly expanded, leaving his insides hollow, as if emptied out.

This was Fang Can’s latest breakthrough—making his body act like a sponge absorbing water.

Fang Can called this technique: Qingtian Fa!

At this moment, Fang Can was a giant humanoid, a walking Rick Five!

When his body was sponge-like and saturated, a single limb’s strength could increase eightfold, its resilience doubled.

But as previous tests had shown,

when the body was saturated, blood couldn’t be created from nothing—it could only be shifted from one end to another.

Ordinary martial artists considered moving blood from left to right, or from head to arm,

to achieve temporary enhancement of specific body parts.

What did Fang Can choose?

He chose to shift his internal blood to his skin’s surface!

With his skin and muscles fully engorged, his five viscera, six bowels, and brain were all compressed to their limits.

His organs’ blood was continuously extracted and squeezed, endlessly supplying his skin and muscles.

Under this condition, though his insides were hollow—so hollow that if his abdomen were cut open, an eight- or nine-year-old child could fit inside—

his body swelled like a balloon, reaching two meters in height.

In this state, Fang Can’s strength and mass remained unchanged, since no new matter was created.

But his defense had genuinely doubled due to the engorged blood.

Thus!

Xuanguan Ninth Layer, 99.9% + Xiehu Shishen Dafa + Fuhu Jianglong Jinshen + Qingtian Fa >> Wan Chenyu’s lifelong hardened body cultivation

Gazing at Wan Chenyu and the others, stunned by this violation of common sense, Fang Can’s lips curled into a wide grin:

‘Pity—I was going to save this technique for those who’ve undergone the First Transformation.’

‘Since you’re here, let me show you the power of my Pillar That Holds Up Heaven!’

(End of Chapter)