Chapter 114: Crushing! Humiliation!

At this moment, the sky was covered with dark clouds.

Fang Can stood with one foot on the broadsword slanted into the ground, his gaze looking down arrogantly at the five people before him.

Invisibly, a terrifying aura erupted from within his body.

"Croak! The God is displaying his divine might; he will surely beat these troublemakers to their knees!"

"Heehee, I can't wait to see these caterpillars dealt with by the God!"

"We must humiliate these clueless bastards severely!"

As the situation reversed, the disciples around cheered and jumped, each looking as festive as during the New Year.

Ye Yonglie frowned, shouting harshly: "What are you people staring at? Keep playing the music and keep dancing! Bring out our God's aura!"

The next moment, the solemn and holy chanting of the martial artists mixed with the background sound of instruments, resuming the recitation.

"A thing pretending to be a god."

Wan Chenyu snorted coldly. Although his aura was weaker by three points, he still forced his fighting spirit to resist the massive Heart-Image: "I simply refuse to believe you have ascended to Heaven."

As he spoke, Fang Can's enlarged, blood-red left palm reached forward to grasp, like five giant pillars supporting the sky pressing down, as if the entire world were to be shrunk and held within a square inch.

A Heart-Image martial artist lifting the sedan chair behind him saw this scene, and a line of clear tears flowed from his eyes.

What Fang Can was using was his unique supreme technique, the Heaven-Blocking Great Hand Seal.

But what Fang Can displayed now, whether in aura, technique, strength, or speed, was far more powerful than his.

It was as if the entire world was truly blocked by a palm the size of a square inch.

Seeing the God use his own technique against an enemy, and with such overwhelming power, he felt a sense of pride by association.

But as the person directly involved, Wan Chenyu's state of mind was not so relaxed.

Facing Fang Can's relentless palm, Wan Chenyu felt that every direction around him was sealed off; there was nowhere to escape.

Cannot dodge! Cannot avoid! Cannot evade!

In this close proximity, Wan Chenyu's martial arts honed over more than a decade told him this fact: he would surely be crushed under Fang Can's palm!

Since that is the case.

Then I will not dodge! Not avoid! Not evade!

We martial artists: if Heaven presses me, I will split this Heaven; if Earth traps me, I will trample this Earth.

The next moment, Wan Chenyu's eyes were filled with determination and struggle; he did not dodge or avoid, charging straight toward Fang Can's Heaven-blocking giant palm.

"Slap!"

With a light sound of flesh covering and pressing down, Wan Chenyu's head was firmly gripped by Fang Can's palm.

Under the terrifying pressing force of the fingertips, the skin and flesh on his head began to deform, and pain transmitted through the nerves to his brain.

Fang Can held Wan Chenyu's head tightly, raised his right fist high, and prepared to strike with his right fist.

But a split second earlier, Wan Chenyu's right arm, carrying a heavy and powerful momentum, swung toward Fang Can's face.

"Boom!"

Like a drum being beaten, a dull sound spread around, drowning out the chanting.

Amidst the explosion in the air, Wan Chenyu's eyes widened.

Under his full-force strike, the bones in his right hand had already cracked, but what about Fang Can's cheek?

Not a single scratch!!!

In this punch, at least seventy percent of the force was deflected by the Tiger-Subduing Dragon-Suppressing Golden Body.

And the remaining thirty percent, under the current "Pillar Supporting Heaven" state, only caused the skin and flesh to twist and deform slightly under the great force; not even a bruise appeared.

'How is this possible!' Several young masters from noble families stood dumbfounded: 'Could this fellow truly be a martial artist on the Path to Ascending Heaven?'

"I've already let you land one punch. Now it's my turn."

With his cheek pressed against Wan Chenyu's fist, Fang Can's voice came low from behind the fist.

Words spoken! Hand raised! Fist thrown!

His left hand pinched Wan Chenyu's head, while his right arm swung out like a giant hammer.

Under this mountain-splitting, rock-crushing punch, Wan Chenyu sadly realized that with his head already grabbed, he could no longer dodge.

So—

"Boom!!!"

At the moment of collision, his nose bridge shattered inch by inch.

The bones, along with the flesh and skin, sank deep into his skull.

Under the shattered face, Wan Chenyu's eyes, originally filled with fighting spirit, were turned into meat paste by this punch.

In the span of one punch, his face had completely deformed; fresh blood mixed with some pinkish-white brain matter splattered out of his ears under the pressure.

Behind him, the originally lush trees, under the wild scraping of the fist wind, became completely bare.

Time seemed to have arrived in late autumn; countless fallen leaves rustled and rolled onto the ground.

At this moment, fist against fist, face to face, their situations formed a stark contrast.

"Brother Wan!"

Seeing Wan Chenyu's miserable state, where life and death were unknown, Li Xiangyang and others instinctively shouted.

As soon as the shout left his lips, he realized he had probably shouted a bit too early.

Throwing away Wan Chenyu's body with his arms hanging down as if discarding trash, Fang Can's blood-red eyes stared at the few of them:

"Still have the mind to care about others? Focused on dealing with him, I forgot to deal with you."

"Retreat quickly!"

Li Xiangyang heard his companion's hurried voice in his ear.

But where to retreat? Where to withdraw?

In his eyes, he saw a figure rapidly enlarging in his line of sight; before he could come to his senses, his body was already being swung up amidst violent weightlessness.

Like a javelin aimed at the three young masters of the noble families who were fleeing, Fang Can directly hurled Li Xiangyang's body.

'Damn it!'

Hearing the whooshing wind behind his ear, one of them cursed silently.

He turned back, crossed his arms, and tried to catch the thrown projectile.

But he saw that the so-called projectile was actually a person—Li Xiangyang, the companion who had come with them?

Most importantly, Li Xiangyang's body did not fly from the front; instead, it traced a bizarre arc through the air and struck directly against his ribs.

"Pfft!"

As blood sprayed forth and his ribs shattered, all four were strung together like a skewer and sent flying out together, just like dogs eating dirt.

'Young man, do you understand what Gun Fu is?'

Fang Can muttered to himself, his gaze fixed on the four men as if looking at dead dogs.

Of the five who came this time, aside from the one wielding the broadsword whose strength was passable, the strength of the others was merely so-so.

'A bunch of trash, trying to challenge a dojo and pick a fight like this.' Fang Can sneered, curling his lip.

Just as he was about to step forward, one of them covered his injured ribs and said, "Young Hero Fang, we were in the wrong before. Now that the outcome has been decided, why not..."

"Why not use you to dedicate the flag?" Fang Can grinned and said:

"Someone come, strip these men naked and hang them on a pole; we'll take them to the Imperial Capital for free."

As he spoke, with a writhing of flesh and blood, Fang Can's body returned to its original height of one meter eighty.

The originally red skin turned Bai Xi once more; his face, slightly pale from blood loss, made him look frail and weak.

But everyone clearly understood that this was merely the young man's disguise; within his body lay power akin to a Demon God.

Seeing Fang Can's excessive bullying, the previously refined man's face flushed with surging blood as he shouted, "You dare!"

In the next instant, Fang Can's right foot stepped out and drove the other man's head straight into the earth.

"I have done just that; what can you do to me?"

(End of this chapter)