Chapter 162: Ten Thousand-Person Audition

Boom— boom— boom—

Inside the courtyard of the Wang Fu estate, a series of thunderous crashes rang out as Fang Can's body slammed into the wall again and again.

Fang Can lightly spat out a few fragments of shattered internal organs and wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Truly a monster," Elder Yang remarked, watching the youth as if nothing had happened.

Even though he had watched Fang Can's fight with Wang Peng from start to finish, this contact still made his heart jolt.

Once Fang Can's physical attributes were suppressed to the same level, even with his Third-Turn eyesight he could gain no advantage at all.

Because the youth before him had already remade his body into a weapon; some of the anti-human-body-structure techniques were things even he could not perform.

What was more terrifying was that the same technique or move might work as a one-time trick the first time, but using it again would rarely have any effect.

His own moves were either broken or copied; the only way to suppress him was to crush him with raw stats.

Infinite stamina, auto-regen scaled to proportion, skills that could read commands to copy and see through—zero weaknesses, zero openings; aside from stat-crushing, there was no way to fight him.

If a game BOSS like this were ever designed, the devs would get absolutely flamed into oblivion by the players.

And standing before the old man was exactly such a monster.

"Let's continue," Fang Can said seriously; the old man before him could well be the strongest opponent of his life.

"This old man feels pure technique is getting a bit monotonous, so from here on I'm going to start using true essence," Elder Yang said with a smile.

After discovering that the deployed 2x Fang Can's strength carried the risk of a turnaround, he prepared to use some underhanded tricks.

Fang Can had no objection: "Go ahead."

The moment his words fell, his vision blurred, and palm-shadows imbued with golden light came sweeping toward him, blotting out the sky.

Every palm carried boundless force, and the true qi within them would invade the vital acupoints all over Fang Can's body; the more Fang Can fought back, the weaker his body became.

Without dodging, Fang Can charged in head-on and tangled with his opponent in a single melee.

'Doesn't he ever learn? He knows I have acupoint-striking methods, yet he still dares to clash with me so recklessly,' Elder Yang wondered inwardly. 'Fine, let it be a lesson.'

As they clashed, the center of their battle became a storm; every collision sent white shockwaves rippling outward.

After these days of modification, Fang Can could already steadily push his speed to the speed of sound.

Now locked in mutual contest, it was as if two hydraulic presses were colliding and squeezing against each other.

Fang Can rapidly fell into a disadvantage in this contest; barely a dozen breaths later, he was struck in the chest by an arm that resembled a giant dragon's right claw.

Accompanied by a string of cracking sounds of shattering bone, Fang Can was sent flying once more.

But the old man was even more shaken; looking at Fang Can rising from the ground again, he said: "Why won't my acupoint-sealing method take effect?"

"Oh, you mean that acupoint method you yourself believe in?"

Fang Can used his muscles to snap the broken rib in his chest back into place, then smiled: "I've already relocated all my acupoints."

"Nonsense, what acupoints do you even have? You can't shift something that doesn't exist." The old man was somewhat agitated; a technique he had used for over four hundred years had suddenly been broken, and he could hardly believe it.

After all, the so-called acupoints were defined by his own understanding; Fang Can's cultivation system differed from his—what was there to relocate?

"Oh, it's very simple." Hearing the old man's words, Fang Can gave a light tug and deliberately tore open his own chest, letting the old man see Fang Can's insides.

Through his observation, under the old man's gaze of sharply inhaling cold air, the five viscera inside Fang Can's body had been completely rearranged.

Where the heart originally sat was a pinkish-white brain; the lungs were two kidneys sitting side by side; and the heart had taken the place of the small intestine.

"Your so-called acupoint method is just you projecting the acupoints of your own body onto mine."

Fang Can smiled: "So during the fight just now, I've already swapped around all the skin, muscles, bones, and organs across my entire body."

"Now you don't even know which part of me you're hitting, so how can you strike my acupoints?"

While speaking, as if to demonstrate, Elder Yang watched as the various organs inside Fang Can's chest began to rotate, constantly shifting positions.

"If you can still hit my acupoints under these conditions, then I'll admit I'm just not strong enough."

While speaking, Fang Can, as casually as zipping up a jacket, gave a light tug and closed his chest back up.

Without Fang Can's deliberate display, Elder Yang now had no idea how the other's five viscera were arranged.

"You kid, you really are a… monster," Elder Yang sighed from the heart.

"You flatter me; compared to you, a First-Turn, I'm still green."

Fang Can replied in kind, feeling a dull ache all over his body; it would take at least ten-plus minutes to recover.

"Let's go again." Without waiting for his injuries to improve, Fang Can urged: "Time is tight; let's finish this quickly and call it a day."

"You kid, really no consideration for an old man." The old man laughed, but also found the kid suited his taste.

The two exchanged a few casual words, then their bodies exploded forward, tangling together in combat once more.

Outside Fang Can's residence, Ye Yonglie watched the mountain-and-sea-like crowd of women on the street and instinctively wiped a bead of cold sweat.

Before him now was a mountain-like, sea-like mass of women.

One glance couldn't see the end—at least over ten thousand women were reflected in his eyes in perfect unison.

Most terrifying of all, the initial first round of auditions had already passed; these women were all at least somewhat attractive, at the very least one-in-a-hundred level, yet even so there were still this many.

'Seems I've somewhat underestimated the fame of a god…' Ye Yonglie muttered to himself.

Originally, by their estimate, after the initial auditions, having a thousand people would already be considered decent.

After all, the Hidden Dragon Ranking only recorded Fang Can's deeds, but said nothing about Fang Can's own height, build, looks, or anything of the sort.

Generally speaking, for a person one had never met, no matter how shocking their record, it shouldn't come to this.

But Ye Yonglie had somewhat miscalculated Fang Can's gold content.

The timing, location, and people were all just right at this moment.

First, they were currently in the Great Expansion Imperial Capital, the gathering place of the nation's elite.

Right now was also the period of the Various Nations Grand Competition, with martial artists from all over the nation gathered here.

Added to that, Fang Can's status on the Hidden Dragon Ranking and Ye Qingshi's mysterious appearance at second on the Ascending Dragon Ranking had made those people suspicious.

All these coincidences coming together gave this audition such a grand scale.

"Never mind — the more people who come, the more will be selected in the end." Ye Yonglie waved his hand and said, "Let the judges keep selecting. Within three days, pick out the best Divine Servant Maidens."

"Yes!" At Ye Yonglie's words, the several dozen attendant palace maids he had invited replied with bitter expressions.

"Sorry for the trouble, everyone. In three days, this old man will surely offer generous thanks to repay each of you."

Once these words were spoken, those attendant palace maids finally beamed with joy, turned, and walked toward the open-audition crowd.

(End of chapter)