Chapter 219: Knowledge Is Power!

On the scene, watching Xiang Yincheng instantly possess himself from the river of blood, Fang Can made no move.

On the bracelet and anklet generated by his Forbidden Character Technique, which carried a slightly sinister and charming aura, countless ancient and elaborate patterns formed by special characters were visible.

The Forbidden Character Technique, generated entirely from his light of soul, was not limited to merely sealing off conceptual power.

Techniques, memories, emotions, even the body, spirit, and life itself...

Anything possessed by oneself could be mortgaged to exchange for immense power.

Of course, all of the above existed only in Fang Can's beautiful fantasy.

The current Fang Can could seal himself far less ridiculously than that, but it was already enough to deal with a Second Turn.

Amidst Xiang Yincheng's ugly expression, the momentum emanating from Fang Can himself was surging at an astonishing speed!

【Y God Curse】 Seal

【Xiehu Shishen】 Seal

【Raging Fire Spreads Across the Plain Spear Art】 Seal

【Seventy-Two Moves of the Overlord Spear】 Seal

【Holding Up the Sky · One Pillar Form】 Seal

Since Fang Can walked this path, he had seen countless techniques, nearly numbering in the tens of thousands.

Among them were some crude, some exquisite, some yang and vigorous, others yin and soft; it was simply impossible to use them all in a single battle.

In that case.

Let all useless skills be merged into the flesh and fight alongside him in another form!

At this moment.

Knowledge is power!

Three meters, five meters, ten meters, twenty meters...

Around Fang Can, as the power amplified, the AT Field linked to his physical attributes began to expand rapidly.

From a field that originally covered only a radius of three meters in the base state, it now enveloped a range of dozens of meters.

Merely from the momentum at this moment, Xiang Yincheng faintly heard the roar of an ancient primordial beast.

"Damn it, I don't believe it. My three hundred years of accumulation in the Sun Fire City after reaching the Second Turn won't be enough to beat you, a newcomer to the First Turn."

Xiang Yincheng, his face as gloomy as water, had the sea of blood above his head gather into a sphere.

Immediately, countless tentacles composed of blood extended from it, striking toward Fang Can.

Every drop of blood within was obtained after he became the City Lord of Sun Fire City, requiring every citizen in the city to donate blood monthly.

To expand his power, he pushed numerous policies encouraging childbirth, pushing the population of an ordinary ancient medium-sized city to a full 500,000 people.

Now, after this three-hundred-year accumulation, the sea of blood behind him was enough for a Second Turn to be reborn ten thousand times.

But it was useless...

Watching the dense mass of blood-red tentacles sweeping toward him from afar, carrying great momentum.

The kinetic acceleration of each one was enough to tear a crack over a hundred meters long into the earth, raising dust to the sky.

"A mere three hundred years of accumulation; your chips aren't even enough to sit at the table."

Fang Can spoke in a flat tone, making no move to dodge, and placed his final bet.

Sacrifice all of his defense!

Health: 0.1

Strength: 1000

Speed: 1000

Defense: 0

Stamina Bar: 1000

Health Recovery: 0

After sacrificing his entire defense, Fang Can's strength reached its absolute maximum.

Millions of tons of power circulated within his body; a single punch would turn half a street into ruins.

But at this moment, Fang Can had also reached his most fragile state.

Because any attack striking him would be like whipping air, exploding his million-ton body.

For an ordinary person, even the slightest scratch would be fatal.

Even a slightly stronger gust of wind would be enough to flay him to death.

This was an incredibly contradictory matter.

Because according to the physics of the real universe, strength, speed, and defense are linked.

Without a good constitution, how could one wield millions of tons of strength?

But do not forget; in the Idealist Martial Dao, even the universe must yield the way.

One could regard Fang Can's current character as a game character with 1 health, 0 defense, and 999 strength.

As long as he was not hit by an attack, it didn't matter how he output damage, but a single graze meant death.

Watching the sky filled with tentacles, Fang Can's AT Field was like a Wind-Stabilizing Pearl, freezing the entire world around him.

As long as he was wrapped within the AT Field, relying on power transmission meant he need not worry about the recoil caused by high-speed movement.

As for those sky-filling blood-red tentacles?

Next, Fang Can would not let them land a single hit!

Boom!

With just a light tap of his toe, a massive crater over a hundred meters across instantly tore open on the spot.

And Fang Can's body had already vanished from where he stood in an instant.

The several hundred meters between the two sides was almost nothing to Fang Can at this moment.

Xiang Yincheng simply could not see how Fang Can moved.

It was only in that fleeting instant, because of the tremendous destruction caused by Fang Can's movement.

Every single tentacle shattered inch by inch in the blink of an eye, then whipped back through the howling wind.

But at this moment Xiang Yincheng could not spare a thought for anything else.

Because his eyes could only barely make out Fang Can's blurred figure appearing before him like a teleportation.

In front of him, Fang Can's right fist clenched tight, his bent arm stretching back little by little, like a wound-up spring, steadily gathering force.

'Creak! Creak!'

Even though both of them were moving faster than sound at this moment.

But looking at Fang Can's clenched right fist, and the muscles of his arm swelling up rapidly.

Xiang Yincheng seemed to hear, from within Fang Can's flesh and blood, the sound of muscles harder than steel wire twisting tight.

Then came the punch—

As Fang Can's right fist slammed brutally into Xiang Yincheng's head.

He couldn't even hold on for an instant—his head burst open like a watermelon run over by a hundred-ton Wang Nian.

Immediately after, the right fist Fang Can had thrown with everything—his life, his defense, his knowledge—was not yet finished.

A red shockwave over a dozen meters thick shot out brutally along Fang Can's right fist.

The wantonly unleashed shockwave shredded Xiang Yincheng's body in an instant, and, carrying the searing red heat of air friction, slammed into what lay before him.

The instant it made contact, a great amount of blood was evaporated clean away.

Within the sky-filling blood-colored steam, Xiang Yincheng's resurrection count plummeted by nearly a thousand.

Just one ordinary punch's might had evaporated thirty years of Xiang Yincheng's accumulated chips.

But for Fang Can, this was merely a very ordinary full-strength punch—just a punch.

For a body-cultivation martial artist, what's hard about throwing a punch?

When one punch ends, just throw another.

Without the slightest pause, watching Xiang Yincheng who was preparing to revive within the sea of blood, Fang Can's figure vanished and reappeared.

Still the same: gather force, throw the punch.

But this time, what awaited Xiang Yincheng was dozens, hundreds, thousands of blood-colored shockwaves.

Those were punches Fang Can had thrown from different directions.

Clearly thrown one after another, but because his movement speed was too extreme.

These shockwaves struck the sea of blood almost at the same instant.

He, in the midst of reviving, only felt that the entire world was targeting him.

From above his head, beneath his feet, from every direction, came inexhaustible pressure.

Three seconds—less than three seconds.

Amid the violent pressure and heat, everything fell still.

A blood crystal the size of a human head was held in Fang Can's hand, and inside it was Xiang Yincheng's stone soaking in blood.

(End of this chapter)