Chapter 196

'Truly a bloody scene...'

Inside the small pavilion at the center of Lianxin Lake, Xiang Ziyu watched the distant slaughter with a sigh.

She never expected Fang Can to silently create such a terrifying skill that could amplify flesh and blood by 52 times.

A single Transcendent Flesh body suppressing hundreds of First Turn cultivators was truly terrifying.

'However... I hope this kid is smart. Pure flesh-and-blood experts who haven't even reached First Turn still have many ways to be targeted.'

'If he makes one mistake, death awaits him.' Xiang Ziyu commented with the attitude of a spectator.

'I hope he wins; that way I can also lie my way into the top five, hehe.'

On the other side, after picking up the martial artist who had been watching and blocking the dart, Fang Can turned his head to look at the person who had just screamed in agony.

Noticing Fang Can's gaze, that martial artist's face changed; he instinctively stepped back, then immediately felt a sense of dread radiating from his body.

'Wait... this isn't right... this feeling is my Soul-Chasing Death Dart...'

The martial artist screamed as he, who had just launched the Soul-Chasing Death Dart, instantly turned into a pool of bloody water.

'So it really is damage sharing...' Fang Can exhaled, looking down at the pus-blood pool beneath his feet.

Just now, he had intended to casually smash this martial artist to pieces, but a bad intuition had come to him, so he held back.

Looking back now, if he had struck then and turned the opponent into minced meat, his own body would likely have suffered unimaginable severe injuries.

'Pure flesh-and-blood martial artists ultimately still have limits.' This thought arose in Fang Can's mind.

Just now, even with overwhelming power, he had been in grave danger; a moment's carelessness could have led to a sneaky death.

You simply cannot predict what strange and bizarre inheritances these martial artists will pull out of their hands.

If someone else possessed Fang Can's physical strength, they would have crashed long ago; only because Fang Can possessed superhuman intuition to sense the danger could he fight his way to the present.

Moreover, different martial artists also exhibit counter relationships.

For instance, martial artists capable of elementalization or yin-spirit transformation, even if they have just entered First Turn, can rely on tenacious damage immunity to fight martial artists several tiers higher.

Like that Great Expansion martial artist from the Huaxing Sect who transformed into Great Qi earlier; if current Fang Can fought him, he would also need to exert considerable effort to resolve the matter.

But because the stats were insufficient, the Huaxing Sect martial artists who were difficult for Fang Can could be forcibly dragged into the chessboard by rule-type martial artists for a game of life-and-death chess.

And Ye Yunfeng, who could strangle Huaxing Sect martial artists through chess, was directly crushed when facing Fang Can, whose stats were superior.

In the Idealist Martial Dao, stats and mechanisms have always been a relationship of mutual restraint.

And now, after exploding yet another martial artist, Fang Can's gaze swept across the entire arena.

'Four hundred people remaining, but the difficult ones were all dealt with in the last 90 seconds; there shouldn't be any weird inheritances left.'

Fang Can scanned the martial artists before him, compressing his body to three meters as his frame tightened bit by bit.

At this moment, his white hair fluttered, and the clothes given to him by Ji Donglai had transformed into a pair of pants hanging at his waist, covering his vital parts.

On his skin radiating Jin Guang, blocks of muscular flesh displayed absolute sexual tension outward, and combined with his handsome features, he looked exactly like a god descending to the world.

And facing his gaze, the surrounding martial artists were already completely desperate.

This Fang Can was simply too overpowered; clearly a flesh-and-blood martial artist, yet with such exaggerated stats, he even possessed abilities similar to intuition.

Most fatal attacks from sneaky people were detected and dodged, while inheritances involving cognitive modification were blasted out of the air before they could even be used.

The one who had just transformed into a swarm of insects was forcibly beaten into insect paste by Fang Can's few punches while still in mid-air.

What Fang Can brought them at this moment was pure despair.

Overpowered stats plus super-intuition crushing them, and the only Great Expansion martial artist who could counter them had been strangled to death by their own hands under the influence of luck.

Despair... despair beyond expectations...

Watching the youth walking towards them, everyone felt a deep sense of helplessness welling up from the bottom of their hearts.

Was there anyone present who had not suffered bitterly since childhood?

Practicing martial arts at three, entering the Profound Gate first level at five, and stabilizing the peak of the eighth to ninth level of Transcendent Flesh by ten.

Then, from age ten until now, several years were spent settling down and tempering the bones and tendons, waiting to stabilize the foundation.

Spending so many resources, effort, and sweat, they obtained physiques several times stronger than ordinary people of the same realm.

Was there anyone present who was not a genius renowned across nations, one chosen from hundreds of thousands or even millions of martial artists?

But after breaking through the Path to Heaven, joining hands, they still were not even a match for this Transcendent Flesh body before them.

The gap between them was unimaginably large.

Xiang Longtao angrily clenched his fists, his eyes filled with surging killing intent as he stared fiercely at Fang Can.

Such inheritances of flesh-and-blood martial artists, even with combat power of seven or eight hundred thousand, were categorized by Fang Can as non-threatening and were not cleared immediately.

Watching the youth walking towards him, Xiang Longtao wished countless times that Fang Can would kill him immediately, but he was ignored every time.

It seemed that in Fang Can's eyes, other martial artists were far more threatening, and he, the original number one on the Hidden Dragon List, was merely a small lackey.

But how could this be? He was the number one on the Hidden Dragon List, the one who should be tied with Fang Can as the number one on the Hidden Dragon List!

Under extreme anger, Xiang Longtao felt a slight instability begin to appear in his body after his breakthrough.

'Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!'

Various thoughts surged into Xiang Longtao's mind, but just as he prepared to make a desperate move, Fang Can's gaze swept over.

Instinctively, all the fury subsided, and a sense of joy rose in Xiang Longtao's heart; he knew Fang Can cared about him after all.

For a moment, a feeling of being recognized by a stronger person rose in Xiang Longtao's heart, but it was quickly shattered.

Because Fang Can had truly just glanced normally, paying no more attention than one would to a stray dog on the roadside.

'I was ignored? I was actually ignored?'

A sense of absurdity came from the bottom of his heart, and Xiang Longtao roared in anger without hesitation: 'Fang Can, come kill me! Don't you want to kill me?'

'Why are you shouting so loudly? It's a bit noisy.' Fang Can frowned.

'As long as you kill me, you will be the undisputed number one of the Hidden Dragon List, you...'

The words were immediately cut off as Fang Can looked at the youth before him with the gaze one reserves for a clown:

"Why do you care so much about that broken ranking? Sharing first place doesn't embarrass me, and doesn't it just make you look even more like a clown?"

"Pfft..."

At Fang Can's words, a mouthful of fresh blood erupted from Xiang Longtao's mouth.

Amidst the pitying gazes of the martial artists around him, Xiang Longtao collapsed to the ground, his Dao heart unstable; immediately, the flesh and blood on his body began to mutate uncontrollably.

(End of this chapter)