Chapter 195: Shocking a Hundred Li (7)

"Everyone, is it still necessary to hide our strengths?"

At the Great Competition of the Nations, watching that figure like a demon god, Zhang Kaishan roared:

"Quickly use your respective methods! Only by working together can we survive. Do you really want to wait until the end, to be slaughtered one by one by this demon?"

"I guarantee with my life: whoever can kill Fang Can will definitely be given a top-five spot. Everyone, bring out your most hidden tricks!"

"That's easy to say, but are you going to fight Fang Can?" a martial artist nervously thought to himself.

Though they said so, they all knew Zhang Kaishan was right; currently, only by uniting could they have a chance to defeat Fang Can's methods.

If everyone clung to the idea of surviving until the end and hiding their strengths, then when Fang Can's iron fist smashed onto their own heads, no one would help them.

Almost in the next moment, as a female martial artist with waist-length black hair and a brocade robe embroidered with metal, wood, water, fire, and earth patterns waved her wand and chanted:

"Five Demons, Five Demons, grant me power, swiftly as the law commands!"

Almost instantly, a large-scale formation unfolded beneath everyone's feet, and a layer of illusory armor appeared on the surface of every martial artist's body.

"It's the First-Transformation All-Immortals Protective Armor Spell of the Wumo Sect! We're saved!" a knowledgeable martial artist exclaimed in delight.

But in the next moment, a cold voice rang in their ears: "Saved your mother."

Before they could react, Fang Can's iron fist thrust forward fiercely.

As the ground trembled, Fang Can's fist force tore through the air, opening a huge vacuum tunnel ahead.

Wherever the fist force passed, all things disintegrated.

The martial artist who had just spoken was beaten by him so badly that not even a single intact piece of flesh could be found for his mother.

Comparing the effect of this punch, Fang Can roughly understood the effect of that armor: it could probably generate a defensive shield resisting 1,000 combat power, but unfortunately the numerical gap was too large.

But before Fang Can could continue fighting, that Wumo Sect girl continued to cast the armor spell.

As the magic formation kept unfolding beneath their feet, in an instant the martial artists present were already covered in three or four layers of illusory armor, and it was still increasing.

'It can actually stack... is there a limit?'

Various thoughts flew through Fang Can's mind; this Wumo Sect reminded him of the floor tiles and the Wind-Stabilizing Pearl he had seen back when he was at the Fang family.

Back then, those floor tiles and the Wind-Stabilizing Pearl could both absorb kinetic energy; it seems this sect's First-Transformation has no inheritance, but instead has developed a system similar to magic by fully cultivating the Light of the Heart, thereby allowing them to cast various spells.

With this thought, Fang Can's figure vanished instantly.

By the time that Wumo Sect female martial artist reacted, she saw Fang Can's figure, compressed to four meters tall and radiating intense light, already standing before her.

The girl smiled awkwardly on her face, wanting to say something, but Fang Can's hands directly thrust forward fiercely in a Double Peak Piercing Ears strike.

"Crack crack crack crack crack..."

A series of armor-breaking sounds; clearly the girl had already solidified this armor on her body long ago, but how could it possibly resist Fang Can's arms with 3.9 million power?

About one hundred layers of armor shields, each with 100,000 defense, shattered inch by inch in Fang Can's hands.

In the next moment, only blood gushing was seen; the Wumo Sect girl's head exploded instantly, and then the terrifying force turned into a chain reaction, causing her body to turn into blood plasma as well.

'Not just armor, but also counter-armor...?'

Fang Can felt the impact coming to his body; about 10,000 attack power had affected his internal organs.

Unfortunately, Fang Can had long ago cultivated his body to be indestructible as diamond; this level was no different from scratching an itch.

While he was thinking, various weapons from behind were already swirling toward him: flying swords, gold foil, fireballs...

Before a flesh-and-blood martial artist like Fang Can, no one dared to make contact at close range; they could only attempt to kill him by casting weapons from a distance.

Regarding the various weapons surging from behind, Fang Can didn't even have the thought of dodging; his right hand flicked backward lightly.

With just a finger flick, the surging fireballs behind him were instantly extinguished by force, then the flying swords were deflected, and the gold foil was torn apart.

But in the next moment, a death intuition rose from the bottom of his heart.

Fang Can's intuition, exceeding that of ordinary people, told him that if he didn't dodge this time, he would really die!

'Some kind of "certain-death" inheritance?'

With this thought, as Fang Can turned his head, he saw a emerald-green poison dart approaching him step by step.

'Too slow; as long as it's detected, it can definitely be dodged.' Fang Can evaluated in his mind; this didn't even reach the speed of sound.

With this thought, Fang Can slashed forward with a full-force hand chop through the air.

Violent winds surged, and a huge trench dozens of meters long instantly tore open before Fang Can, yet it couldn't affect the poison dart in the slightest.

'What effect is this? Guaranteed hit? Ignores kinetic energy? Or enemy anchoring?' Countless thoughts rose in Fang Can's brain; carrying the thought of experimentation, his body had already moved over 100 meters away.

Sure enough, as he moved, that poison dart actually turned its tip around and re-locked onto Fang Can, coming toward him.

'So it really locked onto me? The disadvantage of this speed has also been smoothed out, and if hit, death is certain.'

Fang Can's expression was cold; watching the slow poison dart before him, a strange feeling rose in Fang Can's heart; this poison dart seemed to be accelerating.

'Faster by 1% than when I first saw it; does this poison dart even carry a speed boost?'

Without the slightest panic, according to this acceleration trend, it would take at least several tens of seconds to reach a degree where he couldn't dodge in time.

And Fang Can's entire thinking process didn't even take one second; his gaze had already locked onto a martial artist cowering in the distance.

'Perfect timing; just right to swap with another troublesome guy.'

Like teleportation, as the earth shook violently, Fang Can had already pinched that martial artist's neck.

'Fang Can... are you going to kill me?'

A flash of excitement passed through that martial artist's eyes, but the instant he met Fang Can's gaze, he felt a hint of something ominous from the other's playful look.

In the next moment, a poison dart pierced this martial artist's heart, and then intense pain rose from all parts of his body; it was a poison that sealed the throat upon seeing blood.

'Why isn't my healing ability working?' The martial artist struggled painfully, but a shrill cry rang in his ears: "My Soul-Chasing Life-Stealing Dart!"

'Soul-Chasing Life-Stealing Dart, you damn...' The instant he heard this voice, a surge of anger rose in the heart of the martial artist who had been struck.

Because he had also heard of the reputation of this Soul-Chasing Life-Stealing Dart; the terrifying inheritance of the Li family of Great Zhou.

A one-time terrifying sacrificial artifact after First-Transformation, with a built-in tracking effect; for anyone below Third-Transformation, if hit, death is certain.

After use, one must wait a hundred years for cooldown before the poison dart can restore its certain-death ability.

"I was wondering why my healing ability was being poisoned..." Before the thought could finish, the warrior struck by the dart instantly turned into pus and blood.

"It seems this poisoned dart's ability only works on a single warrior..."

Fang Can turned his gaze toward the warrior who had just screamed in agony.

(End of this chapter)