Chapter 135: Smash Everything to Pieces

At the very center of the plain, a thunderous roar that shook the universe erupted.

Wang Peng felt excruciating pain across his cheek; Fang Can's fist had directly shattered his nasal bone.

But his own fist had achieved even greater destruction; through contact with Fang Can's cheek, he could clearly feel that the brain behind the opponent's face had been churned into a mass of cracks by his martial qi.

'I won!' Ignoring the excruciating pain in his cheek, Wang Peng breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, this freak was dead. Although he didn't know what had driven the other to madness, no one could survive his punch...

As he pondered, a left hand directly grabbed the back of his tilted head and yanked him forward.

Then, a voice that refused to fade rang out beside his ear.

"Again!"

"Boom!"

Another full-force right fist struck, and Wang Peng's mind went blank for an instant.

His opened eyes stared at the face before him, covered in spiderweb cracks, which was fixing him with a scarlet gaze.

The meaning in Fang Can's eyes was extremely clear.

'If you don't kill me today, then wait to be killed by me!'

"Again!"

Another roar erupted as both threw punches simultaneously.

Amidst rolling waves of qi, the two grabbed each other's heads, and their right fists struck out once more.

This time, neither held back; both had gone completely berserk, applying their utmost strength to each other's bodies.

"Boom Boom Boom!"

In just an instant, neither dodged nor evaded; instead, they bombarded each other's bodies in the most violent and savage manner.

Both had their own reliance.

Wang Peng firmly believed that with his own body, in a direct clash, he absolutely would not lose to Fang Can; victory was within reach.

And Fang Can was certain that Wang Peng could not kill him now.

At this moment, an unprecedented scene appeared on the plain.

The martial artists surrounding them and the courtiers within the Water Mirror were completely frozen in place.

The Ninth Heaven of the Profound Gate was actually exchanging injuries with a cultivator of the First Turn of the Path to Heaven?

After one punch, Fang Can's skull cracked, his brain turned to mush, yet he threw another punch.

After ten punches, Fang Can's skull shattered, brain matter squeezed out of his skull, yet he still threw a punch.

After a hundred punches, most of Fang Can's head had vanished; what sat atop his neck was only a small half of a head, yet he still threw a punch.

'Why won't you die! Why won't you die yet!'

Wang Peng's cheek was completely sunken; under Fang Can's relentless punches, his skin exploded, his bones shattered, and the brain hidden behind his cheek was now vaguely visible.

Theoretically speaking, Wang Peng's injuries were far lighter than Fang Can's, but the psychological pressure was far greater.

He no longer knew what kind of monster he was fighting.

And facing his madness, Fang Can remained silent, throwing punch after punch.

Every punch was thrown with all his might! Every punch exceeded the speed of sound! Every punch feared neither life nor death!

His previous dodging was merely temporary endurance due to insufficient strength.

Now that the body transformation was complete and he wouldn't shatter at a mere touch, what need was there for technique?

He would obliterate the opponent into dust with the most savage posture.

So what if his five viscera were blasted apart?

So what if his neck was snapped?

So what if his head was smashed to pieces?

Chop off the head and it grows back! Boil in scalding oil as if taking a bath! Rip out the heart and gut and still grow back whole!

Ignoring any attack from the opponent, in this mutual slaughter, Fang Can merely enjoyed the pleasure of torturing and killing his enemy.

No drums were needed; the bodies of the two exchanging punches for the sake of slaughter were the finest instruments.

In this frenzied atmosphere, by the time the 145th punch landed, Wang Peng's spirit had completely collapsed.

Looking at the man before him whose head had completely vanished above the neck, yet who still roared with his windpipe and threw punches with his right hand, he finally went mad.

Amidst a moment of hesitation, Wang Peng wanted to retreat and turn to flee from this madman.

But the moment he twisted his head, his shoulder was gripped by a powerful hand.

The headless Wan Can spoke grimly from behind Wang Peng through his windpipe: "The battle isn't over; where do you think you're running to?"

"Come on! Look me in the eye, you coward!"

Accompanied by a roar, Fang Can's speed increased another notch; he forcibly grabbed Wang Peng's fleeing body, and his right fist, carrying a force like mountains collapsing and seas overturning, struck his face once more.

This battle was initiated by Wang Peng, but the power to end it did not lie in the other's hands.

The violent roaring continued for ten minutes before Fang Can finally released his right hand, which had already snapped into more than a dozen pieces.

Seven minutes ago, Wang Peng had already lost all vital signs; the remaining time was Fang Can purely whipping a corpse, enjoying the pleasure of venting his power.

In his hand was a flesh-and-blood mess that no longer resembled a human.

Releasing his grip, Fang Can tossed Wang Peng's remains into this ten-meter-deep pit.

Carrying extreme exhaustion, Fang Can's entire body ached.

Instinctively wanting to scratch his head, he raised his hand only to touch nothing, then remembered the fact that his head had already been blasted apart.

Amidst the violent heaving of his chest, he slowly collapsed into the pit, able to feel the phantom pain of his blasted head burning like fire.

Surrounding them was a silence devoid of sound.

This was both because everyone was too shocked to speak, and because Fang Can's ears had been sacrificed during the battle; he could only perceive the outside world through vibrations.

'First Cycle... actually beaten to death by the Nine Heavens of the Profound Gate.'

The martial artists around could not believe it, feeling that an ancient legend was being reenacted once more.

Things that in those ancient legends could only be accomplished by martial artists worthy of being recorded in heroic epics, they were witnessing with their own eyes.

After Fang Can ascended the Rising Dragon List, this time the first position on the Hidden Dragon List must bear his name.

And at this moment, those believers could not care about anything else; seeing Fang Can end the battle, they surged up all at once with a roar, gazing fervently yet worriedly at the god's broken body.

To this, Fang Can knew nothing.

His entire skeleton shattered into powder, his internal organs riddled with holes and full of cracks, his spine thrashing wildly everywhere, he prepared to sleep.

He believed that when he woke up, his head should be able to grow back on its own.

And in the court, seeing the battle end, the courtiers had not yet reacted.

Watching all this end with their own eyes, seeing Fang Can's current state, they only wanted their eyelids to twitch; this doesn't even kill him???

At this moment, they were finally completely convinced by this number one immortal; beating a First Cycle to death purely by virtue of immortality, what kind of monster is this?

But immediately after, they also reacted, realizing they must go over and treat him immediately.

"Hurry and teleport me over, let me go treat him," a courtier shouted: "If it's late, it will be too late!"

He worried that if it was a bit later, in case Fang Can's brain grew back on its own, how could he show goodwill to the other party and make him owe a favor?

The next moment, the courtier nodded lightly, waved his hand, and directly sent the other party over.

Through the inheritance, the next moment the courtier's body vanished from the spot and directly arrived at the plain where Fang Can was.

Giving Fang Can no time to heal, the healing light in his hand was pressed directly onto his body.

The next moment, Fang Can, who was in deep sleep, only felt a numb itch in his neck, starting to grow a brain.

(End of this chapter)