[{"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-34":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},2300922,4500,"Chapter 34: Defeated All Champions!","this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-34",34,"\u003Cp>“What did you just say?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Fang Can’s provocation, a single stone stirred a thousand waves; the surrounding senior disciples’ gazes instantly turned hostile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One man taking on hundreds in the entire training ground?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Yang Lie, the instructor who had trained his entire life and barely reached Xuanguan Fifth Layer, couldn’t guarantee such a feat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though they didn’t know how Fang Can had advanced so fast in seven days, it certainly hadn’t exceeded Xuanguan Second Layer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since there was no massive gap between them, his boast of facing a hundred was far too arrogant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking this, they suppressed their shock at Fang Can’s strength and stepped forward together, surrounding him completely, as if ready to mob him at the slightest provocation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can’t you seniors hear?” Fang Can tossed Li Qunfan’s body aside like garbage, then clasped his fists and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’d like to test my own mettle, so I humbly ask all senior brothers for guidance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother-disciple sparring has no limit on numbers; please all offer your wisdom.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good, good, good—I admit you might be a genius, but you’re far too arrogant.” A massive, burly man, two meters tall, strode out from the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m Ye Qin. No one else needs to step in—I’ll face you alone.” The giant’s eyes held contempt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You country bumpkin, you really think sneaking up and taking down a Li makes you a master? Wait until you beat the strongest one before you talk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he assumed his stance, Ye Qin formed the opening posture of the Sixty-Six Tiger Devouring Fist, and faintly, everyone seemed to hear the roar of tigers in the forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Ye Qin’s opening posture, everyone involuntarily held their breath, for he had already infused his true intent into the technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If an attack carries artistic spirit, and the opponent lacks it, their aura is inherently weakened, leaving their mind vulnerable to defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then please, senior brother, instruct me.” Seeing the man’s motion, Fang Can mirrored the same opening posture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet though the movements were identical, the crowd felt a disorientation—as if a real tiger crouched low, ready to pounce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, true intent is merely a crude imitation of heart-image, less than one percent of its aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To clash true intent against heart-image is like a mantis trying to stop a cart; even though Fang Can hadn’t even manifested heart-image, in the clash of aura, Ye Qin was already at a Xiantian  disadvantage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘His understanding of this fist art is deeper than mine.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Qin couldn’t believe it, but since the match had begun, hesitation would only increase his chance of defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boom!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the aura of a tiger in mortal combat, Ye Qin stomped the ground hard; the blue bricks shattered beneath his feet as he lunged forward like a true tiger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Can made no move to dodge; his right hand shot out like a claw, anticipating the attack, seizing Ye Qin’s thick wrist and redirecting his force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time Ye Qin realized what had happened, he was spinning through the air like a top, then slammed face-first into the blue bricks by Fang Can’s palm gripping his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Who am I? Where am I? How did I lose?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face buried in the bricks, Ye Qin felt his skin burning—whether from pain or rage, he didn’t even understand how he’d lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I’m stronger than him—how is this possible?’ Ye Qin stood up, doubting reality, and assumed his stance again: “Again!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Can ignored him, continuing to clasp his fists: “Who else among the senior brothers wishes to challenge me? Whether one-on-one or a mob, I accept.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I will!” A tall, slender man stepped forward: “Brother, you’ve got some skill, but I don’t use Tiger Devouring Fist—you can’t rely on familiarity to gain the upper hand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then please, senior brother, instruct me.” As Fang Can spoke, he stepped back one pace; a thick, tree-trunk-like leg slashed upward like a cleaver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ssshh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, the man’s toe gouged the ground, leaving a visible slash in the blue bricks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had Fang Can not evaded at precisely the right moment, his groin to dantian would have been sliced open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Leg technique? Good—I know a bit too.’ Fang Can smiled and kicked out simultaneously, striking the man’s knee as he retracted his leg, startling the opponent into hastily defending.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boom! Boom! Boom!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The collision of their legs sent explosive shocks through the air; the pure leg technique duel stunned the onlookers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did I see that right? They’re using leg technique.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes—that’s the Fiery Blade Leg Art. This newcomer not only outmatches Ye Qin in fist technique, but his leg technique is equally unmatched.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The onlookers were astonished, but the senior brother in combat was even more horrified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this pure leg duel, every one of Fang Can’s kicks struck his exact weakness, leaving him powerless despite his overwhelming strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The intense leg exchange lasted only four or five seconds before Fang Can seized an opening and stomped down hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a dull thud, Fang Can stood on the man’s knee joint, forcing the leg-technique senior to kneel, unable to rise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Can stepped back two paces and bowed with a smile: “Senior brother, I yield to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The defeated man, fully aware of his inferiority, said nothing and vanished into the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, without Fang Can speaking, a man grabbed a longsword: “Brother, I only know sword art—how is your sword skill?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A little. Very little.” Fang Can replied calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the next instant, Yang Lie, watching from the crowd, tossed him a sword: “Catch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Catching the sword, Fang Can slowly drew the scabbard slightly; a sharp, icy gleam flashed into view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Three feet, three inches, three fen long, with an icy gleam, weighing six jin four liang—barely qualifies as a good sword,\" Fang Can assessed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without further words, two blades flashed simultaneously; though the sun blazed overhead, the surrounding disciples felt a chilling cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Between bare hands and armed combat lies a vast wall; before reaching the path to transcendence, warriors remain flesh and blood, forced to dodge the piercing sword qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All saw the two swords whirling so densely they formed an impenetrable wall—no water could pass through, with at least ten collisions per second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ssshh! Ssshh! Ssshh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As sword qi crisscrossed, disciples standing one or two meters away had their clothing slashed repeatedly, forcing them to retreat further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again, the battle lasted only seconds; Fang Can sheathed his sword and stepped back: “Senior brother, thirteen strikes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did the crowd realize: Fang Can’s blade had sliced thirteen precise openings in their robes—at the neck, heart, wrist tendons, ankle tendons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at Fang Can’s pristine Tiger Devouring Gate uniform, the man grimly bowed with his sword: “I yield.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Any other senior brother wish to instruct me?” Fang Can smiled, planting his sword point-down beside him:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No matter what Wu Gong, no matter what weapon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whether one-on-one or a mob, I accept.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because this is the moment your gap with me is smallest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The moment your chance to defeat me is greatest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Miss this chance, and from today on, you’ll only look up at my back, struggling to follow the path I’ve forged.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1206,"2026-06-20T07:05:46.054Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","fd364d28b05e3357c9ed5c251767d608b3063bcb33e59ce0ef8542c248a636df","this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-35","this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-33",368,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthis-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-cover.jpg"]