Chapter 122: A Strike Without Thought

Outside Cangren City, dust filled the sky, and an enlarged version of a youth in tight-fitting clothes stepped out from the dust.

Rosy skin, blood-red eyes, a face full of killing intent yet still handsome.

Although his body had expanded in a short time, his own clothes could transform at will, so they did not tear.

"This guy is Fang Can!"

"Indeed, he has the style of a Rising Dragon; this block of muscle is truly impressive."

"And those bulging muscles must be filled with explosive power!"

With Fang Can's appearance, the martial artists and passersby around him began to discuss the matter.

Compared to his original body of one meter eighty, this physique grown to two meters twenty better matched the martial artists' aesthetic.

After all, before ascending the Heavenly Path, one must still follow the basic laws; basically, the more muscular one trains, the stronger one can fight.

If your height could reach three meters, without even looking, you would be an unparalleled expert of the Shedding Tui Fan Qu realm, the kind that could suppress a third-realm opponent with just a first-realm strength.

Looking at the spirited youth before him, Fu Yuxiang, ranked 257, furrowed his eyebrows, and a spark of true anger rose in his heart.

"You must be Fang Can, who made Wan Chenyu lose with regret; I suppose your strength will surely please me well," Fu Yuxiang said with a tone of certainty.

News had already spread on his way here that Fang Can of the Rising Dragon List had defeated Wan Chenyu, which sparked his interest to come and fight; otherwise, bullying the weak would be so boring.

"Start quickly; I am in a hurry!" Fang Can spoke concisely, then looked toward the other side and said, "Does that person over there want to join in as well?"

His words were ignored; Fu Yuxiang remained unmoved.

Because the moment his right hand touched the long sword at his waist, all emotions were retracted.

Like a spring compressed to its extreme, waiting only to burst forth in an instant.

Fu Yuxiang gripped the sword hilt tightly and said with a face devoid of joy or sorrow, "Be careful, Fang Can."

"My strike will be very handsome."

As the words fell, a dazzling blade light simultaneously lit up in everyone's eyes.

That was the sword technique Fu Yuxiang created himself, meditating on the rising and falling tides and the rising and setting sun and moon while sitting on a reef: Sky Soaring Surging Slash!

This strike was not only the pinnacle of the secular martial way but also incorporated his heart-image.

Fu Yuxiang was not a child of a great clan; his family lacked sufficient technique foundations to support his cultivation.

Precisely because of the limitations of the clan's techniques, when shedding his mortal flesh, he could cultivate at most to the eighth level of the Mysterious Gate realm.

And in cultivation, aside from basic guidance, everything else was realized by himself.

Compared to the heart-image consolidation method Wan Chenyu learned within the clan, Fu Yuxiang, with no one to guide him, chose to completely merge his own heart-image into his sword technique.

And the consumption of this strike was astonishing.

Even with his current eighth-level Mysterious Gate realm, in peak condition, he could only unleash it three times.

But it did not matter; this was enough.

After all, for someone like him from a small sect or family, how could he have any chips to meet the children of wealthy great clans at the same gambling table without risking his life?

If you do not risk your life, you do not even have the qualification to sit at the table.

Therefore, attack only, no defense, giving everything.

Once the three strikes pass and the heart-image is exhausted, one becomes fish and meat for others.

It is either you die or I perish.

Before such a self-sacrificing sword strike, even if Wan Chenyu guarded his heart-field as firmly as possible, facing this move would still tear open a gap.

This was also the reason his ranking was higher than Wan Chenyu's.

Because the Hidden Dragon List compares the individual killing power after removing the influence of the Heavenly Path.

Perhaps facing a group attack, Wan Chenyu, who had cultivated his body since childhood, could last longer.

But in the view of the Heavenly Mechanism Tower, if it were a one-on-one duel, using only mortal weapons and no ritual artifacts, Wan Chenyu would definitely die in the end.

And he would die three times.

Because under the Sky Soaring Surging Slash, Fu Yuxiang at this moment could take down one Wan Chenyu with a single strike.

It was as if a chef, after merging his heart, could create a glowing dish.

The intent contained in this strike was also like a good mountain calling forth a tsunami.

Humans are insignificant before nature.

Although there was only one strike, everyone felt they were opposing heaven and earth, facing a terrifying tsunami dozens of zhang high rushing toward them.

By the time everyone reacted, this strike had already descended.

But only until this moment did the fear, regret, and terror in everyone's minds surge up like a tide, bit by bit, into their hearts.

These people clearly realized that if they faced this strike, they would die.

"Your strike is indeed somewhat interesting."

A cold voice came, waking everyone from the shadow of death.

Everyone turned to look at the sound and saw Fang Can's palm tightly gripping the sword hilt, his eyes filled with deep surprise.

Looking at Fang Can's casual and indifferent action, the most shocked person was not Fu Yuxiang himself but his followers.

'How is this possible? He actually caught the god's serious strike with his bare hand!'

Or rather, it was not just shock; it also carried a trace of fear, fear of the god's defeat.

Because just now everyone had been immersed in that strike that almost burned the heart-image, no one saw when Fang Can acted or how he blocked.

The martial artists on both sides behind him subconsciously touched their collars.

Fu Yuxiang's strike had gathered the wild wind into a line, cutting their clothes even from ten-plus meters away.

Fine red marks appeared on these people's skin, almost cutting them apart from a distance.

"However, the intent is there, but apart from this bit of intent, it is simply a mess."

As he spoke, Fang Can let go, watching Fu Yuxiang's body retreat several steps like a bird startled by a bowstring.

Alertness filled his eyes; since he had become famous, no opponent had ever been able to catch his blade so easily as Fang Can had.

"This strike places too much emphasis on intent; aside from bullying the weak, encountering an equal realm opponent with it is practically a joke."

As Fang Can spoke, his body began to gradually return to normal: "It seems I overestimated you; you truly do not deserve me to go all out."

As he spoke, Fang Can's gaze shifted downward, and on the bone-white panel before him, a piece of information flashed and vanished.

Description panel:

Perceived the "Unknown Blade Intent".

The Blade Intent successfully merged with the host's heart-image.

"You do not wield a blade like that."

"Even if you only emphasize the imagery, you are not extreme enough. Since your attitude is good, I will teach you."

As Fang Can spoke, his palm opened and raised slightly, his gaze already locking onto Fu Yuxiang's body from afar.

'It's coming. Is it a Palm Technique...?'

Watching Fang Can raise his Bai Xi palm, Fu Yuxiang's alertness surged sharply in his heart, and immediately a state of mind of fighting for life from the brink of death rose from his depths.

'I still have two strikes left; then let us gamble.'

A look of determination flashed in Fu Yuxiang's eyes: 'If I can withstand this palm and survive, then whether my five viscera explode into fragments or my brains burst forth, as long as I can still swing my blade, I still have a chance.'

'Since you think I am not extreme enough, then I will gamble with my life one more time...'

In the next instant, Fu Yuxiang's expression froze in place, for in his eyes he saw a blade.

Not only him, but everyone present saw a pitch-black long blade floating before their eyes, carrying a chilling and deathly intent.

That was Fang Can's Blade Intent, a Blade Intent wielded by his palm.

(End of this chapter)