Chapter 174: Falling Behind!

"Finally, the fight is about to begin!"

Watching the two martial artists standing opposite each other atop the Twin Imperial Towers, martial artists from the Ducheng of every nation secretly looked forward to it.

They had been brewing for over a month; it had built their anticipation to the brim.

On the other end, seeing Xiang Longtao's combat stats of 79,000 towering over Fang Can, Xiang's fans collectively went berserk.

Some fans had even sent letters to the newspaper, having already written their victory speeches.

To Fang Pi:

Fang Can's fans love to complain? That's because the gods haven't taken enough beatings. But we promised not to deploy the gods first, so... 【arms crossed, gloomy thinking face. jpg】

Choose between the Blood-igniting Divine Art or the Heaven-Sinew Pattern Diagram yourself. 【arms crossed, gloomy thinking face. jpg】

Don't talk to me about beating the dog and needing to check the owner first; if your master dares to come, I'll beat him too. 【arms crossed, gloomy thinking face. jpg】

God Xiang simply doesn't want to fight, not that he's afraid, and certainly not that he can't win. Take note. 【arms crossed, gloomy thinking face. jpg】 (Crackling bones)

Reaching back to take the Profound Rainbow into his hand, Fang Can looked coldly at Xiang Longtao and slightly raised his chin.

Xiang Longtao understood the signal; his right leg kicked toward the Eight-Treasure Tuolong Spear stuck upright beside him.

In the next instant, the spear tip sliced through the stone slab, spun in the air, was grabbed by an arm, and twirled a spear flourish mid-flight.

Boom, boom, boom—

Even with a casual swing, the spear tip broke the sound barrier; the qi force sliced through the air, tearing a crack in the stone beneath Fang Can's feet.

"Let us decide both superiority and life or death!"

Holding the tail of the long spear and pointing it directly at Fang Can through the air, Xiang Longtao said solemnly, "Xiang Longtao of Great Chu, please instruct me."

"Fang Can of the Calamity Sword Mountain, please instruct me." Fang Can tightened his grip on the spear in his hand and returned the greeting.

As both sides announced their sects, under the breath-holding attention of the onlookers, time seemed to freeze at that very moment.

It seemed like the next second, or perhaps an unknown duration later.

Both figures stepped down from the tower city beneath their feet simultaneously; power rose from the ground, and amidst the air vortex, both thrust their spears forward at the same time.

Clang!!!

Amidst the ear-piercing sound of metal striking metal, needle tip met wheat tip, and the spear tips collided simultaneously.

In the instant of collision, surging air currents swept outward, enough to easily tear flesh and blood apart.

Behind the two, the walls of the fourth and fifth floors of the Twin Imperial Towers, serving as their stepping platforms, instantly shattered beneath their legs.

Both right hands now gripped the spear shafts tightly, engaging in a pure contest of strength.

Although both men's stats were seventy thousand, muscle strength is muscle strength, and the efficiency of utilizing that strength differs for each.

Efficient use of strength is a required course for every martial artist.

Xiang Longtao generated power from his waist; having studied spear techniques since he could remember until now, he had swung his spear countless tens of thousands of times, and his body's application of every ounce of that power had become instinct.

At this moment, power generated from his waist spread to his forearms; thousands of tons of force, transported by his muscles, thrust forward with full might.

On the opposite side, Fang Can possessed none of the other's so-called diligent practice; his total time actually holding a spear had not yet exceeded one day.

But he understood one thing clearly: so-called martial arts and so-called techniques were never anything mysterious.

The moves of martial arts were no different from painting, dancing, running, or singing; they were merely the continuous superposition of body movements.

The perfectly modified war body he had undergone these past days began to exert force.

Within his relatively slender body, every corresponding muscle was mobilized to the maximum, unleashing a full-power spear thrust via the principle of the force-saving lever.

At this moment, 79,000 was a biological instinct cultivated since childhood; 70,290 was a physical calculation of mechanical practice.

One was sharp and valiant; the other was talented and brilliant.

Together they were twin dragons vying for the lead; both possessed the power to press down and ascend to the heavens.

When the two clashed, they were evenly matched, unable to distinguish superiority.

"What a Fang Can! His force transportation is not inferior to mine at all."

Xiang Longtao laughed wildly, withdrew the Eight-Treasure Tuolong Spear from his waist, executed a half-circle spear flourish, and then swung it down fiercely at the crown of Fang Can's head.

Fang Can raised his spear to block horizontally; with a boom, it felt as if a missile had exploded on the spear shaft, making his arms slightly numb.

The vertical chop from above made his body inevitably fall downward.

As they passed each other, Fang Can generated power from his body, twisted his torso, and thrust upward with a return-horse golden spear strike.

Xiang Longtao's vertical chop was hard to resist; Fang Can's return-horse strike also required caution.

Boom—

With two shattering sounds, one before the other, Fang Can's body buried itself into the earth, while Xiang Longtao's body smashed through nearly half of the Twin Imperial Tower and embedded itself into the wall.

Not a single moment of hesitation; the instant their gazes met through the air, it seemed as if sparks of fire burst forth.

Crack, crack, crack, crack—

Amidst the violent trembling of the Twin Towers, large amounts of bricks and stones rained down.

The two, now truly fired up, charged toward each other from opposite directions, intent on striking directly at the other's vital point.

"Something seems off."

While the surrounding onlookers were boiling with excitement, Prince Qing stroked his beard with some worry, seeing that Fang Can was clearly at a disadvantage in spear technique.

After all, Xiang Longtao was the undisputed number one in spear and halberd techniques on the Heavenly Secret List, while Fang Can had only grasped the basics, his technique appearing somewhat clumsy.

If dragged into a war of attrition, he would inevitably be at a disadvantage—right?

The scene shifted to the middle section of the Twin Imperial Towers, where two figures used the tall building behind them as a stepping platform, wielding steel spears and swinging them at each other.

At the moment of contact, the twin spears transformed into hundreds and thousands of afterimages, generating hundreds and thousands of shockwaves.

With bodies now containing the power of great dragons, a casual flick from either could whip a human body to pieces from over ten meters away.

Now, exerting full effort, these hundreds and thousands of spear images turned into layered layers of qi blades, leaving deep marks on the metal and stone.

In merely a few breaths, the Twin Imperial Towers behind the two men emitted countless wails, forcibly snapped in half by hundreds of spear shadows.

As large blocks of brick and stone fell, the collapse began; the building exploded layer by layer from the middle section downward, scattering vast clouds of dust and smoke.

Everything behind them did not attract the two men's attention.

Even without the high tower as support, they still used the great air as a stepping stone, pouring all their strength to strike each other with their utmost force.

Since the tower has collapsed, then let us simply kill our way down to the ground.

Before the power of the two men at this moment, everything around them was like tofu products; a casual swipe sent vast fragments exploding, turning into deadly weapons.

These two men: one was Death incarnate, the other an avatar of Yama. The spear tip on the left flashed with cold light, the handle on the right glowed with red light, killing until heaven and earth grew dark, causing the sun and moon to lose their radiance.

Watching the vast stretches of the earth shatter, the spear tip rubbed against the atmosphere, igniting flames; in merely one breath, over ten buildings were torn apart, and countless houses and towers turned into ruins.

The onlookers surrounding them had already stared in a daze; cheers from believers everywhere continued unabated, making people realize what level of battle this was before their eyes; even a First Turn would be no more than this.

But Xiang Longtao, standing at the center of the crowd, secretly rejoiced in his heart.

For amidst this series of fierce battles, Fang Can's body had already been bloodied.

This fellow is about to collapse!!!

(End of this chapter)