Chapter 34: Defeating All Heroes!

"What are you saying, you brat?"

With Fang Can's provocation, a single stone stirred a thousand waves, and the eyes of the surrounding senior brothers immediately turned hostile.

One person challenging hundreds of people in the entire training ground?

Even if a senior brother practiced for a lifetime, barely reaching the fifth layer of the Profound Gate, Instructor Yang Lie himself might not be able to achieve this.

Although they did not know how Fang Can cultivated so fast in seven days, he obviously did not exceed the second layer of the Profound Gate.

Since there was no huge gap between them, his tone of taking on a hundred with one was simply too arrogant.

Thinking this, suppressing the shock at the increase in Fang Can's strength, everyone moved forward together, surrounding Fang Can completely, as if ready to gang up on him at the slightest disagreement.

"Senior brothers, can you not hear clearly?" Fang Can tossed Li Qunfan's body aside like trash, then clasped his hands in salute and said:

"I wish to test my own weight, so I ask all senior brothers to instruct me."

"Fellow disciples sparring, no limit on numbers, please give me your guidance."

"Good, good, good. I admit you might be a genius, but you are still too arrogant." A huge, burly man, two meters tall, strode out from the crowd.

"My name is Ye Qin. I do not need others to act; I will face you alone." As the big man spoke, contempt shone in his eyes.

You country bumpkin, do you really think knocking down a surnamed Li by surprise makes you a master? Wait until you defeat the strongest one before you talk.

As the stance was set, Ye Qin had already assumed the opening posture of the sixty-sixth form of the Tiger Devouring Fist Technique, and vaguely, everyone seemed to hear the roar of a tiger in the forest.

Seeing Ye Qin's opening posture, everyone involuntarily held their breath, because the opponent had already fused his true intent into the move.

If an attack carries intent while the opponent does not, the momentum is naturally weaker by a few degrees, causing a flaw in the state of mind and leading to defeat.

"Then please, senior brother, instruct me." Seeing the opponent's movement, Fang Can also assumed the same opening posture.

But although the movements were identical, the crowd felt a daze, as if a real fierce tiger was crouching to launch an attack.

Yes, the so-called true intent is a lower-level substitute for the manifestation of the heart-image; in terms of momentum, it is less than one percent of the heart-image.

And colliding true intent with a heart-image is like a mantis trying to stop a chariot; although Fang Can did not even manifest a heart-image, in the clash of momentum, Ye Qin was already naturally inferior by a notch.

'His understanding of this set of fist techniques is even deeper than mine.'

Ye Qin found it hard to believe, but since the duel had already begun, hesitating further would only increase the possibility of failure.

"Boom!"

Carrying the intent of a fierce tiger hunting, Ye Qin's legs suddenly stomped the ground, shattering the green bricks beneath his feet, making his whole body rush forward like a real fierce tiger.

To this, Fang Can made no attempt to dodge; his right hand turned into a claw and slashed out, predicting the enemy's move a step ahead, directly twisting Ye Qin's thick wrist and guiding the force顺势.

By the time Ye Qin reacted, his whole body was spinning in the air like a top, then Fang Can grabbed his head with one palm and pressed him straight into the green bricks.

'Who am I? Where am I? How did I lose?'

With his face buried in the bricks, Ye Qin only felt his skin burning; whether from pain or anger, he did not understand how he had lost.

'My strength should be greater than his, how is this possible?' Ye Qin stood up, doubting life itself, and assumed a stance, saying: "Again!"

Fang Can ignored him and continued to clasp his hands in salute: "Which other senior brother wishes to challenge? Whether single combat or a gang fight, I accept."

"I will come!" A tall, thin man stepped forward and said: "Junior brother has some skill, but I do not use the Tiger Devouring Fist Technique; you cannot rely on familiarity to predict the enemy's move."

"Then please, senior brother, instruct me." As Fang Can spoke, his body had already stepped back one pace; a thick leg like a log swung down from below like a machete.

"Sss!"

In an instant, the opponent's toes plowed the ground, carving a conspicuous knife mark into the green bricks.

If Fang Can had not dodged at the exact right moment, the distance from his crotch to his dantian would have been sliced open.

'Leg techniques? I happen to know a little too.' Fang Can smiled and kicked out simultaneously; as the opponent retracted his leg, he suddenly kicked the opponent's knee, startling the opponent, who hurriedly kicked out to defend.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The collision of two legs made the air explode repeatedly; the pure leg skill contest surprised the onlookers.

"Did I see wrong? It seems they are using a leg technique."

"That's right. This is the Fierce Blade Leg Technique of our sect. This newcomer not only surpasses Ye Qin in fist techniques, but his leg techniques are no less impressive."

The onlookers were surprised, but the senior brother in the fight was even more shocked.

Because in this pure leg technique struggle, every kick of Fang Can hit his flaws, causing him, despite having far greater strength than the opponent, to be unable to exert force.

The entire fierce leg technique exchange lasted only four or five seconds; Fang Can found a flaw and stomped down hard.

With a dull thud, Fang Can had stepped on the opponent's knee joint, forcing this leg technique senior brother to kneel on one knee, unable to rise.

Fang Can stepped back two paces, smiled, and clasped his hands in salute: "Senior brother, you concede."

The opponent, clearly aware his skills were inferior, said no more and disappeared into the crowd.

This time, without Fang Can speaking, one person grabbed a long sword and said: "Junior brother, senior brother only knows sword techniques; I wonder how your swordsmanship is?"

"A little, a little." Fang Can replied calmly.

In the next moment, Yang Lie, who was watching the spectacle in the crowd, threw a sword to him and said: "Catch."

Taking the long sword, Fang Can slowly pulled the scabbard out a bit, and a sharp cold light entered his eyes.

"The sword is three feet, three inches, and three fen long; the cold light is visible; it weighs six jin and four liang; it barely counts as a good sword." Fang Can gave a sharp critique.

No more wasted words; in an instant, two cold lights shone simultaneously; although the sun was high in the sky, the surrounding fellow disciples only felt a chilling cold.

Between bare hands and holding a weapon lies a huge wall; before ascending the path to heaven, martial artists are ultimately flesh and blood, and against attacks of sharp sword qi, they can only dodge.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The crowd only saw the two of them dancing their long swords so tightly that not even water could penetrate; in one second, at least a dozen dense collision sounds rang out simultaneously.

"Sss! Sss! Sss!"

Amidst the crisscrossing sword qi, the surrounding disciples, although standing one or two meters away, had their clothes cut open by several slashes from the sword qi of the two fighters' battle, forcing them to continue retreating.

Still lasting only a dozen seconds, Fang Can spun, sheathed his sword, and created distance, saying: "Senior brother, that was thirteen swords."

As Fang Can's words came out, everyone suddenly realized that the clothing at the neck, heart, hand tendons, foot tendons, and other places had been cut open by thirteen slashes from the sword tip.

Looking again at Fang Can's Tiger Devouring Gate uniform, which was still as new, he held the sword with a bitter expression, clasped his hands in salute, and said: "You concede."

"Is there anything else, Senior Brother, that you wish to teach me?" Fang Can smiled, planting his long sword upright beside him and said:

"Regardless of what Wu Gong or weapon you use."

"Whether it is a one-on-one duel or a group assault, I accept it all."

"For now is the moment when the gap between you and me is smallest."

"It is also the moment when your chance of defeating me is greatest."

"Miss this opportunity, and from today onward, you can only gaze up at my back, struggling to follow the path I have trodden."

(End of this chapter)