Chapter 132: Stronger Power

On the boundless plain, Fang Can's left side of the body suddenly kicked the ground.

With the ground sinking and rising, this half of his body charged like a mad dragon.

Amidst the sky-filling, fierce gusts of Qi, a segment of deep-white arm bone pierced through his palm, slicing toward Wang Peng's thick neck like a sword edge.

Having never expected Fang Can to use his own bones as a sword, Wang Peng quickly tilted his head, dodging this thrust.

But in the next moment, amidst Fang Can's grinning smile, Wang Peng vaguely felt something was wrong.

At the same time the two passed each other, a flash of cold light ignited.

That was the light reflected from the sunlight off the bones harder than steel as the small intestine pulled the spine out from the body.

At this moment, turning the intestine into the spear shaft and the spine into the spear tip, the several-meter-long small intestine tightened instantly; the spear entered the dragon!

"Boom!" The spine, harder than hundred-refined fine steel, thrust out from Wang Peng's visual blind spot, directly piercing into the opponent's chest.

But that was all.

Being able to cultivate to the First Turn, the technique Wang Peng learned, even if inferior to Fang Can's, left him with no weaknesses.

A terrifying body paired with not-bad hard technique; this basic numerical碾压 directly greatly reduced the damage.

This intestine-shaft, spine-tip spear only pierced the chest by less than half an inch before being shattered by terrifying recoil, spinning in the air and retracting back into Fang Can's abdominal cavity.

'This freak, is this still human? Damn it.' Wang Peng felt the stinging pain in his chest, grinding his teeth.

From the very first day of entering the sect, his master had taught him that a martial artist's weapon is their own body.

Truly powerful martial artists can utilize every position of their body; every part is a killing weapon.

Originally, Wang Peng thought his master's words were just kind advice; after all, when he killed the master back then, the opponent had only used his four limbs to fight.

But now, seeing this freak before him, he finally understood completely: what his master said back then was not a metaphor but a statement of fact.

Damn it, there really are such freaks who can utilize every part of the body.

"This is... too abstract!"

Watching the scene in the water mirror, all the civil and military officials fell silent, seriously doubting their own eyes.

Although the Idealist Martial Dao cannot restrict one's own thoughts, isn't doing something like this too perverted?

Some ministers whispered in surprise on the side:

"What did Liu Sect Master teach Fang Can? This doesn't look like the image of the Robbery Jianshan at all."

"Aren't those disciples all the image of female sword immortals in white robes fluttering, holding sharp swords?"

"Yes, this image is completely unlike the Robbery Jianshan; it's simply inhuman."

Several old ministers spoke one after another, all expressing confusion about the direction of this battle.

But there was one thing they all had to admit.

That was that Fang Can's talent truly reached a terrifying level of brilliance and extraordinary talent.

Eat as much rice as your appetite allows; the paths between people cannot be replicated; if talent is lacking, it is lacking.

Even if all of Fang Can's martial arts were taught openly to other martial artists, ordinary people would need hundreds of years just to master them, yet how long has this person before us cultivated?

According to the description from the Heavenly Secrets Tower, it was only a little over a month; this is simply shocking.

No one doubted Fang Can's future achievements; a guaranteed Third Turn peak, with a great chance to break through to the Fourth Turn and even the Fifth Turn.

At this moment, a greedy emotion surged from the hearts of all the court officials.

Compared to matters regarding the future Emperor, Fang Can was now more worthy of attention.

The Fourth Turn is greater than heaven; in status, he is more precious than the Great Expansion Emperor.

Previously, they were still arguing about the national foundation, yet a Fourth Turn embryo suddenly appeared before them.

The thoughts in these people's hearts were already very obvious; they were almost jealous to the point of madness.

How did this wild Fourth Turn embryo get encountered by the Robbery Jianshan in advance?

If someone had told them at the very beginning that Fang Can could defeat a First Turn, they might have directly considered the speaker a madman.

But now, witnessing the battle before their eyes, even they had to start seriously discussing whether Fang Can could win.

"I think it still won't work; the gap in realms is hard to bridge; Fang Can's body isn't strong enough."

"Yes, even if the intestines try their hardest, they cannot make the spine pierce the chest; this is the gap in physical strength."

"Indeed, it is still lacking a bit; he should train a bit more."

Just as these people were discussing, Old General Yang, a Third Turn cultivator, snorted from the side:

"Young Fang's physique is still a bit lacking; after entering the capital, he should come to my army; I will train him well, and he will surely win the championship of the Great Competition of the Nations."

While speaking, the satisfaction in his tone was evident to all; anyone could see this love for talent.

"This does not trouble Old General Yang; since he, Fang Can, also bears the surname Fang, perhaps we are of the same family eight hundred years ago."

A minister surnamed Fang stroked his beard and spoke, receiving a collective gaze of contempt from everyone.

What kind of thing are you to deserve the surname Fang?

Deserve to share a surname with a future Fourth Turn?

You even want to be Fang Can's elder? Where does such a big face come from?

Seeming to notice the gaze of these court officials, that minister puffed out his chest and said:

"Who said that Fang Can is my junior? What if he is an elder?"

"According to seniority, what if Fang Can could possibly be from the line of one of my distant Great-Grandfather Ancestors? Then Fang Can is my distant Great-Grandfather Ancestor, so what?"

Speaking towards the end, that minister's words were even more resounding, as if he truly believed it to be so.

'Damn it, truly too shameless; to win him over, he directly lowered his own generation.' The circle of court officials cursed inwardly.

And just as they were discussing heatedly, Fang Can could also feel the disadvantage of his own conditions.

Just as a capable woman cannot cook without rice, his weak body greatly reduced the effect of every attack he launched.

Under Fang Can's gaze, Wang Peng's body was already covered in numerous small and large, fine wounds.

These were the tiny scars caused by his own brain, cervical spine, finger bones, and leg bones.

Yet, up to now, not a single fatal wound had been inflicted; his defense simply could not be broken.

In contrast, Fang Can's body was tattered, like a figurine forcibly pieced together, every part bearing injuries that would shatter bones and damage organs for an ordinary martial artist.

If Wang Peng's casual strike were not dodged in time, it would possess the power to shatter bones and explode internal organs.

Fighting until now, Wang Peng had seen the flaw in his own attacks; he left every part of his body completely undefended except for vital points like his eyes, and began to attack Fang Can with full force.

'I need power stronger than what I have now, and defense harder than what I have now,' Fang Can thought.

Just one step forward before him would allow him to cross into the First Transformation; at that time, under the same realm, the so-called Wang Peng could be destroyed with a flip of his palm.

But does failing to enter the Path to Heaven truly mean there is absolutely no other way?

Cold light flickered in Fang Can's eyes; was his supreme talent truly such an inconvenient thing?

His body told him that there was still untapped potential within his current form!

(End of this chapter)