[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy":3,"chapter-this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-2":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","This High Martial World Is Too Crazy",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2300890,4500,"Chapter 2: Peerless Genius","this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-2",2,"\u003Cp>In the dilapidated alley, the atmosphere was tense and charged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Can met the four hooligans’ furious stares without a trace of fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the mood of the men across from him was far from good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hand over your valuables… and take off your clothes…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘He… he’s using my own words! Who’s really robbing whom?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man who had just scrambled to his feet felt a bizarre absurdity rising in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What, is what I said too hard to understand?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Can impatiently rolled his neck; he saw nothing wrong with turning the tables on these fools who dared rob him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though five men stood opposite him, they were nothing but starving lower-class hooligans—how could their physical condition possibly compare to his, honed by proper diet and training?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And… before his transmigration, he had been a special-class superpower user at least at the ‘county’ tier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, dealing with a few petty hooligans—what was there to fear? Could these trash even kill him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Once I deal with these bastards, I’ll study that white panel,’ Fang Can thought, sidestepping slightly to evade a hooligan’s diagonal slash with a rusty dagger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘They have weapons?’ Fang Can’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction—after knocking them down, these would be his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Kill him!’ the gang leader cried, clutching his aching abdomen and pointing at Fang Can.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At his command, the hooligans each drew knives, sickles, and other weapons from their belts and charged Fang Can.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rusty iron blades could inflict long, infection-prone wounds with a mere graze; a strike to a vital spot could trigger instant death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Then I just won’t get cut.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the thought arose, Fang Can felt his body undergo a radical transformation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously, within the hidden panel’s description field, a long string of characters began to emerge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Description field:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Detected host in extreme hostile environment—Talent 1 [From Despair to Fortune] triggered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hidden attributes increased (Intelligence↑, Aptitude↑, Luck↑, Intuition↑, Willpower↑, Logic↑…)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, Fang Can felt as if he had undergone a monumental metamorphosis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire world simplified in his eyes, as if life’s game had shifted from hell to easy mode.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the pressure of imminent death, his fleshly body—long accustomed to mediocrity—shed its cocoon and became a butterfly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This leap was like upgrading a basic mobile phone to a 4090T—an inner-to-outer transformation granting him a sense of omnipotence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Different paths described this state in different terms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daoists called it merging with the Dao; Buddhists called it enlightenment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terms like Zone, Gene Lock, Sixth Sense, Sword Heart Clarity, Unity with Heaven and Earth, Divine Domain—all varied in outward expression, yet all described this same power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In common understanding, it was simply: a peerless genius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Finally surfaced… this mental enhancement triggered by near-death—haven’t felt it in years.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at his enemies just steps away, Fang Can’s eyes glowed with the sweet relief of returning to genius status.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his talent enhanced, things once impossible now came effortlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Efficient muscle control boosted his power output by several folds; his mastery of martial arts let him instantly recall countless combat techniques he’d witnessed; his intuition allowed him to react without thought…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No need to think—or rather, defeating these trash didn’t even warrant using a single brain cell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Can’s right hand shot out, grabbing straight for the incoming dagger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Suicide!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the outstretched hand, the dagger-wielding hooligan’s eyes lit with triumphant glee—how dare this fool try to disarm him barehanded?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the next instant, he felt searing pain in his wrist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amidst the crisp snap of shattering bones, Fang Can’s palm clamped down on the hooligan’s dagger arm, twisted it, and drove the blade deep into the man’s shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Puff—’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flesh pierced; the blade erupted from the hooligan’s scapula, staining red with blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One hand gripping the dagger, the other clutching the man’s waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next moment, Fang Can’s entire body tensed—muscles sharply defined, a ferocious aura bursting from within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the hooligan’s shrieks, he lifted the man’s body clean off the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using the bleeding corpse as a shield, Fang Can’s eyes hardened, and he charged toward the remaining hooligans in the alley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Quick… get out of the way!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the two barreling toward them like a wild ox, the gang leader shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in the narrow alley, there was no room to dodge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Pssht.’ Another scream rang out as the dagger protruding from the first hooligan’s scapula pierced another man’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a muffled groan, the two were skewered together, pinned to the alley’s brick wall by a single blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Can released his grip, his gaze locking onto the three remaining hooligans, a warm smile spreading across his lips: ‘Refuse the cup of wine, drink the cup of punishment—you’re the only three left.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Y-you don’t come any closer!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching their moaning comrades, the three hooligans wanted nothing more than to flee as far as possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But behind them stood a dead-end wall of stone—no escape, no cover—only helplessly watching this plague step closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two minutes later, five hooligans, beaten beyond recognition, lay scattered in the dead-end alley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Fang Can frowned at the fallen men, a flicker of confusion in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The buff enhancing him had weakened—but not vanished entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d already defeated them; the danger should’ve ended. Was there still a hidden threat nearby?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Can scanned the surroundings—and for a fleeting moment, thought he saw a crouching, roaring tiger atop the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He blinked—and there stood a massive, broad-shouldered man, staring at him with unblinking intensity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had his intuition failed to detect anyone nearby just now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the instant their eyes met, Fang Can felt as if a prehistoric T-Rex had locked onto him—every nerve prickled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His previously silent intuition now screamed warnings about the danger of this man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Hmph.’ Suddenly, the giant’s lips curled slightly; he leapt down from the wall—silent, smooth, without a single sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘You’ve never trained in martial arts.’ The giant spoke, his tone certain, despite the phrasing of a question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What’s the problem? And who are you?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Fang Can studied the man closely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearly two meters tall, powerfully built, his sharp facial features couldn’t be hidden by the tailored long robe—muscles bulged beneath, and faint tiger embroidery shimmered along the lapel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Li Fengtian, Hall Master of Tiger Demon Gate.’ The giant spoke as if it were common knowledge, offering no explanation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Tiger Demon Gate… never heard of it.’ Fang Can answered honestly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Never heard of it…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Fengtian fell silent, eyeing Fang Can’s ill-fitting clothes and black short hair: ‘You’re definitely not from this county.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Why ask so many questions, Uncle Li? And you’ve been sneaking around watching—surely you’re not here to avenge them.’ Fang Can smiled, thumbing toward the five unconscious hooligans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Who cares about these scum? I care about you.’ Li Fengtian’s gaze never left Fang Can.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1134,"2026-06-20T07:05:46.054Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","3515f3ae56638cf233d5ff28a0efa1fcefae09160dfddd9bf65246fa89490804","this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-3","this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-1",368,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthis-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-cover.jpg"]