[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy":3,"chapter-this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-114":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","This High Martial World Is Too Crazy",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2301002,4500,"Chapter 114: Crushing! Humiliating!","this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-114",114,"\u003Cp>At this moment, the sky was thick with dark clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Can stood on one foot, his broadsword plunged slanting into the ground, his gaze dominating the five men before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Invisible yet terrifying aura erupted from his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Croak! The Divine One has unleashed his might—surely he’ll crush these troublemakers into kneeling!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehe, I can’t wait to see these worms get punished by the Divine One!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We must humiliate these ignorant bastards thoroughly!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the tide turned, the surrounding disciples cheered wildly, each as jubilant as if it were the New Year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Yonglie frowned sharply and barked: “What are you all standing there for? Keep playing, keep dancing—show the Divine One’s might!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, the solemn, sacred prayers of the martial cultivators merged with the background music, resuming their chant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fake gods and demons.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wan Chenyu sneered coldly; though his aura had weakened by a third, he still forced his fighting spirit to resist the flood of mental images: “I refuse to believe you’ve ascended to the heavens.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Fang Can’s enlarged, crimson left palm swept forward, like five colossal pillars pressing down, as if the entire world were being crushed into a single inch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the mental-image cultivators carrying the palanquin behind him saw this and tears streamed down his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Can was using his unique supreme technique: the Veil-Heaven Palm Seal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what Fang Can now wielded—his aura, technique, power, speed—was vastly superior to what he had ever shown before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if the entire heavens had truly been sealed within the span of his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the Divine One use his own technique—and so much more powerfully—he felt immense pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as the target, Wan Chenyu’s mindset was far from calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing Fang Can’s relentless palm, Wan Chenyu felt every direction sealed shut—he could not evade anywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No dodging! No avoiding! No slipping away!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this Zhichizhijian , every year of his martial cultivation told him this truth: he would be crushed beneath Fang Can’s palm!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If so—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then don’t dodge! Don’t avoid! Don’t flee!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We martial cultivators—if heaven presses down, we split the sky; if earth tramples us, we shatter the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, Wan Chenyu’s eyes blazed with determination and defiance—he charged straight into Fang Can’s Veil-Heaven palm, unyielding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Slap!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a soft squelch of flesh being crushed, Wan Chenyu’s skull was firmly gripped in Fang Can’s palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the terrifying pressure of his fingertips, the skin and flesh of his skull deformed, pain transmitting through nerves to his brain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Can held Wan Chenyu’s skull tightly, his right fist raised high, poised to strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before he could, Wan Chenyu’s right arm swung forward with crushing force toward Fang Can’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boom!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A muffled sound like a war drum echoed around, drowning out the prayers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the explosive air, Wan Chenyu’s eyes widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under his full-power strike, his own right-hand bones had cracked—but what of Fang Can’s cheek?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unharmed!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least seventy percent of that punch’s force was deflected by the Tiger-Slaying, Dragon-Subduing Golden Body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remaining thirty percent, under this “One Pillar Piercing Heaven” state, caused only slight distortion of skin and muscle—no bruise even formed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘How is this possible!’ Several noble youths stood frozen: ‘Could this guy really be a Heaven-Ascended martialist?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I let you land one punch. Now it’s my turn.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Can’s voice, low and muffled, came from behind the fist pressing against his cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke—he raised his hand—he struck!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his left hand gripping Wan Chenyu’s skull, his right arm swung like a colossal hammer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under this mountain-splitting, rock-shattering punch, Wan Chenyu realized in despair: his head was held too tightly to escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boom!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the moment of impact, his nasal bridge shattered into fragments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bone and flesh sank deep into his skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the ruined face, Wan Chenyu’s once defiant eyes were crushed into pulp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a single punch, his face was utterly deformed—blood and flecks of pale-white brain matter spurted from his ears under pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, once-lush trees were stripped bare by the wild wind of his punch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time seemed to leap to late autumn, countless leaves rustling as they fell to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, fist against fist, face to face, their fates stood in stark contrast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Wan!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Wan Chenyu’s horrific, unconscious state, Li Xiangyang and others cried out instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he shouted, he realized he’d called out too soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Can tossed Wan Chenyu’s limp body aside like discarded trash, his crimson eyes locking onto the group:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still got time to care about others? I was busy dealing with him—I forgot about you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Run!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A frantic voice echoed in Li Xiangyang’s ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But where to run? Where to flee?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his vision, a figure rapidly expanded—he snapped back to awareness only as his body was flung upward, weightless and spinning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a spear, Fang Can hurled Li Xiangyang’s body straight at the three fleeing noble youths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Damn it!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the whistling wind behind him, one of them cursed inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned, crossed his arms, ready to intercept this flying projectile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the so-called projectile was a man—Li Xiangyang, their own companion?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse, Li Xiangyang’s body didn’t fly straight—it arced unnaturally through the air and slammed into his ribs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Puff!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As blood sprayed, ribs shattered, the four men were skewered like a string of dogs, flung headlong together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Young man, do you even know what spear-fighting technique is?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Can silently thought, gazing at the four as if they were dead dogs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of the five who came, only the one with the broadsword had decent strength—the rest were worthless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Useless trash—daring to come here and challenge us?’ Fang Can sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped forward, but one of them, clutching his injured ribs, cried: “Fang Shaoxia, we were in the wrong before. Now that the outcome is clear, why not—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why not sacrifice you to raise our banner?” Fang Can grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Someone, strip these men naked and hang them on poles—we’ll deliver them to the capital for free.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, his body twisted and reshaped, returning to his original height of one meter eighty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His previously crimson skin turned white again, his face pale from blood loss, appearing frail and delicate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But everyone knew this was merely his disguise—within his body lay demonic power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Fang Can’s cruelty, the once-refined man’s face flushed crimson: “You dare!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, Fang Can’s right foot stomped down, crushing the man’s skull into the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I did it. What can you do about it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1093,"2026-06-20T07:05:46.054Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","3db65e53222329e5f5502c29f284beb6bb89451685c1ba42fd2fd12339a421a7","this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-115","this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-113",368,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthis-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-cover.jpg"]