Chapter 191: Shocking a Hundred Li (3)

On the shores of Lotus Heart Lake, martial artists surrounded Fang Can in the center.

A hundred and ten martial artists, a hundred and ten methods, a hundred and ten attacks.

Every move was faster than sound, every move powerful and heavy like a thunderbolt descending from the sky, enough to make the Shanhe mountains and rivers quake.

Fang Can, dressed in white, stood among them, seemingly defenseless as he welcomed the crowd's siege.

Clang clang clang clang clang—

A series of dull, bell-like sounds of metal striking metal rang out; every attacker felt their strike land as if hitting metal or stone.

Feeling the numbness in their thenar eminences, some martial artists even had their weapons fly from their hands, their arms snapping instantly.

'How is this possible?'

A trace of disbelief rose in the hearts of the martial artists, while only Xiang Longtao, watching from behind, flashed a hint of impatience in his eyes and said:

'You are no match for Fang Can at all. This fellow can use his muscles to make his skin exert power comparable to the inch-force of a fist. How much longer do you intend to play?'

Skill has its own tiers; even with the same strength, the difference is like heaven and earth.

And Fang Can had already trained every part of his body into a solid iron plate.

Whether eyeballs or brain, they were as hard as the skull.

The same applied to attacks; regardless of body part, organ, posture, or angle, Fang Can could exert power comparable to a fist.

Although he could not transmit force through empty space, these martial artists felt the terrifying explosion of muscles beneath the skin the instant they made contact.

The moment Fang Can's body sensed an attack, it launched a counterattack.

First, he used a shaking force to make his body rise, fall, twist, and turn slightly, deflecting the incoming force, then suddenly exploded with inch-force within the square inch of his flesh and skin.

It seemed the attacks struck Fang Can's body, but in reality, it was equivalent to trading punches with Fang Can face-to-face.

To break this invincible defense, the only way was to overcome skill with sheer force.

Unless one's strength reached the level Xiang Longtao previously possessed, attacking with pure power and speed.

Or using the 'Iron Chain Linkage' army formation inheritance, relying on a mechanism that spreads defense across dozens of times to crush through.

Otherwise, there was absolutely no chance!

'It seems the sparring over the past half month was not in vain.' Old Yang chuckled twice, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

Being sparring partners for over ten days, suppressed by a Third-Cycle Martial Dao practitioner who relied purely on high-intensity technique, if one wasn't beaten to death, one had certainly graduated.

With just a single clash, accompanied by a massive wave exploding upward, the surrounding martial artists were greatly alarmed, knowing they had encountered a master of the Martial Dao.

At least to the level of three or four stories high.

They wanted to continue attacking, but a pair of crystal-clear, tender white right hands, unlike those of someone who trained constantly, broke through the water waves, formed into an eagle claw shape, and reached for one person.

'Retreat, retreat, retreat, retreat, retreat!'

That person felt a sense of doom rise in their heart and wanted to withdraw quickly, but physical collision occurred nonetheless.

With merely a light scrape, the force transmitted through the arm muscles delivered nearly a hundred tons of power to the youth's body in an instant.

In that instant, the martial artist felt as if hit head-on by a hundred-ton truck, spitting fresh blood and flying backward instantly.

Another person wanted to withdraw quickly, only to find a figure flying past them, spitting fresh blood.

As he turned his head, a great force came from his waist.

Using the other person's body as a stepping stone, Fang Can kicked hard with both legs; amidst the limbs exploding behind him, his body crossed a distance of several dozen meters and charged into the encirclement of four or five martial artists.

Boom boom boom boom boom...

At this moment, using the body as a weapon, crushing with pure numerical superiority.

These martial artists who had entered the Path to Heaven only two or three days ago began screaming as they flew backward one by one.

To onlookers, everything before their eyes seemed like a staged accident; these martial artists were merely brushed by Fang Can's body and instantly flew away.

For a moment, water waves surged to the sky, proving that in terms of physical combat, these martial artists who had just entered the First Cycle and had not even completed a hundred days of Foundation Establishment could not possibly match them in strength.

Watching the martial artists being exaggeratedly knocked flying by Fang Can one by one, Xuan Yuanhua smiled and leaned toward Xiang Longtao, saying: "Imperial Prince Xiang, do you not plan to go up and try?"

'No fun. The current him is not worthy of my defeat.' Xiang Longtao turned his head and said disdainfully: 'What I want is to defeat him properly after reaching the First Cycle; the current him I could kill with a casual pinch.'

Many martial artists shared Xiang Longtao's current thoughts; after all, this was merely physical combat without using inheritances, which counted for nothing.

Except for the hundred martial artists who were beaten and scurried away clutching their heads, the other three or four hundred people were too lazy to get involved, saving their strength for the melee after Fang Can's death.

But some martial artists grew impatient, saying: 'With physical strength alone, how long will this take to fight?'

'In that case, let me lend a hand to all the martial artists here.'

Xuan Yuanhua shook his head, pulled a golden bracelet from the sleeve of his Dao robe, and attracted the gaze of the surrounding martial artists.

'The Hun Tian Bracelet of the Fourth Cycle from the Refining Heaven Sect.' One martial artist's eyes held surprise, and a hint of greed flashed within them.

'Indeed this object. My master granted permission to use this treasure to those who have reached the First Cycle, allowing me to carry it with me.' Xuan Yuanhua said with a smile.

'A Fourth Cycle Sacred Artifact? In the Fang Cun Mountain of the Fifth Cycle, isn't it just like an ordinary golden bracelet?'

A martial artist asked subconsciously, but someone nearby quickly said: 'You don't even know the Refining Heaven Sect? Their entire sect's First Cycle practitioners all share one Fourth Cycle Sacred Artifact.'

'What does that mean?' A martial artist voiced a question: 'Can a Sacred Artifact be shared by multiple people?'

'Of course it can. This Hun Tian Bracelet has been tempered and enhanced by the light of the hearts of over a hundred Refining Heaven Sect martial artists on the Path to Heaven; it can be said to be the most comprehensive Fourth Cycle Sacred Artifact.'

'It contains almost all abilities: splitting bodies, protecting the body, attacking, locking, healing, true damage, teleportation, great strength, enlarging, and so on.'

'And the total authority over the Hun Tian Bracelet lies with the Sect Master; those elders and disciples only have Level Two and Level Three authority. Once danger occurs, the authority within is revoked.'

With other martial artists exposing this, Xuan Yuanhua smiled and said: 'Exactly so. After bringing the Hun Tian Bracelet in this time, I borrowed the light of my heart after breaking through to temper the bracelet once more and enhance its power, finally unlocking a sliver of its might.'

'Now I can independently cast any single First Cycle ability within it.'

As he spoke, Xuan Yuanhua was seen holding the Hun Tian Bracelet and throwing it toward Fang Can, lightly saying a word: 'Seize!'

With those words, the Hun Tian Bracelet spun rapidly, instantly transforming into a streak of flowing light striking toward Fang Can.

In the lake, Fang Can was beating the hundred-plus martial artists into screaming when he suddenly felt a numbness at the back of his head, clearly sensing someone attacking from behind.

Almost instantly, his long spear was on his back, but then he felt a strange suction force; the long spear instantly flew from his hand.

Fang Can:?

He turned slowly, seeing only a golden bracelet radiating ten thousand beams of light facing him directly, while the long spear in his own hand had already been taken into the old Daoist's palm.

"Young hero Fang, the play should end now." Xuan Yuan formed the sword seal with his hand and said: "Leave the rest to me; I will send you out."

(End of this chapter)