Chapter 35: Heart Image, Martial Soul True Body, Cosplay, Superman Fist

Mad! Too mad!

Facing Fang Can's confident humiliation, the surrounding disciples were instantly enraged.

Which one present wasn't a martial artist who had diligently cultivated the Wu Gong for years, training in the deepest winter and the hottest summer? How could they lack bloodlust?

Especially after these three battles, they could clearly see that Fang Can might not have even broken through the first level of the barrier in terms of strength.

Combat is roughly divided into three dimensions: mechanics, stats, and operation.

Yet the opponent managed to win all three battles consecutively, purely by relying on superior technique to hold the line; any one of them could absolutely not replicate that.

"I don't believe it!"

A thunderous shout erupted from the crowd as a sharp young man holding a silver spear stepped out, his eyes full of indignation.

"This is my Scorching Plain Spear Technique; please, junior brother, offer your instruction." The young man assumed a stance, the long spear pointing diagonally, his gaze so sharp it seemed able to pierce through everything.

But such coolness didn't last long; after a dozen or so breaths, Fang Can executed a Dragon King Break followed by a Wild Wave Fierce Tide, using the long spear to forcibly lift the young man and sweep him directly out of the arena.

Thus, the supreme technique on the long spear was proven.

But it wasn't over; with the defeat of the long spear, nunchucks, dual blades, broadswords, katanas, boxing gloves...

One disciple after another came up to challenge, but none could last even half an incense stick.

Moreover, all these people were defeated by Fang Can's frail body using the same weapons, the same techniques, and even more skilled execution.

Almost every dozen or so breaths, a disciple was knocked flying, followed immediately by the next one stepping up to challenge.

Because Fang Can held back, these losers suffered nothing serious except for the pain, which only further stimulated their competitiveness.

Fists, legs, palms, blades, spears...

Swords, halberds, staffs, clubs, hooks...

As more than twenty rounds of martial artists were knocked off the stage, looking at the leisurely Fang Can in the center of the crowd, a question rose in their hearts:

'Doesn't this guy get tired? Why wouldn't he? Why wouldn't he!'

Having defeated more than twenty people in a row, Fang Can not only didn't sweat, but his breathing didn't even intensify, completely transcending their common sense.

After all, although martial artists have longer stamina bars, the consumption during combat is also high.

The high-intensity slaughter of dozens of clashes per breath meant their endurance wasn't much higher than that of ordinary people.

But Fang Can was different; the Great Sun Indestructible Demon Body could do it, for wherever the sun shines, it is his domain.

Sunlight could restore his stamina, strengthen his physique, allowing him to fight all day like Captain America.

Standing in the center of the crowd, Fang Can waited quietly for a while, then, seeing no one step up for a long time, helplessly said: "Senior brothers, it's still the same words: you can gang up on me."

"If one-on-one doesn't work, then gang up; if ganging up doesn't work, then ambush; if ambushing fails, you can even poison..."

Facing Fang Can's arrogance, someone finally couldn't hold back: "Fang Can, don't be so arrogant. Do you think that because you defeated us all in one-on-one fights, you can do the same in a gang fight?"

"Let me tell you, with so many people here, no matter how superior your technique, it is absolutely impossible to defeat us all before your stamina runs out."

"Senior Brother Li speaks the truth. Everyone, join forces and teach him a lesson. Can he possibly knock us all down by himself?"

Facing the excited mob, Fang Can helplessly shook his head in his heart: 'When one side speaks such words of a loser, they have already lost half the momentum.'

Finally, Fang Can's arrogant attitude completely enraged everyone; no one knew who shouted first: "Beat him to death!"

Whoosh, whoosh, the crowd in the entire martial arts arena surged toward Fang Can like a tide, intending to drown him.

But in Fang Can's heart, there was neither sorrow nor joy; the teachings of Jiang Ningan from back then rose in his mind.

A few days ago in the villa, watching Fang Can use the Heart Image in a crude and barbaric way, Jiang Ningan couldn't help but offer guidance:

"Your fighting style is too rough; it simply cannot unleash even one ten-thousandth of the Heart Image's power."

"Oh, please instruct me, Senior Jiang." Fang Can asked curiously.

"The so-called Heart Image is your will condensed into substance, but besides affecting people's hearts, the Heart Image cannot even pick up a grain of sand."

"Before ascending the Path to Heaven, the physical gap between martial artists isn't obvious; in most cases, a martial artist at the ninth level of the barrier has only nine times the strength of one at the first level."

"Facing a massive number of people entangling you, theoretically, two eighth-level martial artists coordinating well could surround and kill a ninth-level one; even a ninth-level one would have to temporarily avoid the锋芒 if dozens of fourth to fifth level martial artists joined forces."

"But this is only the case without using the Heart Image, because the Heart Image is an extension of the body; although it cannot move sand, it can shock the heart."

"You cannot project it crudely outward; instead, you must treat the Heart Image as an extension of your limbs, achieving a reconciliation of body and mind through techniques."

"You only need to construct the destruction this punch can cause before striking, unleash the maximum destructive force you can imagine, and afterwards, the entire world will make way for you."

Listening to Jiang Ningan's serious instruction, Fang Can nodded thoughtfully, committing the other's words to heart.

Time flew, bringing us to the present, two days later.

Looking at the hundreds of sect members surging toward him like a zombie horde, wanting to break his limbs, Fang Can's face grew stern as he suddenly took a deep breath.

Almost visible to the naked eye, a powerful airflow was inhaled into his lungs, and his steel-hardened body finally began to move slowly.

Without using any weapon, he slowly raised his right fist; vaguely, these disciples seemed to see a towering, majestic figure manifest behind Fang Can.

"This is the Heart Image!" Yang Lie, watching from afar and ready to strike at any moment, shook his hands violently, and the wine jar he had been gripping tightly fell from his hand.

He had practiced hard for over a decade, stuck at the fifth level of the barrier with no progress, yet he had never comprehended the Heart Image, which he now saw in a boy not even at the first level.

At this moment, within a ten-meter radius around Fang Can, everyone could vaguely see a majestic figure through the projection of Fang Can's mind upon them.

It was a male with short black hair, wearing a dark blue tight suit, a red cape behind him, and an image of an 'S' on his chest imprint.

Although the clothing was different, in their line of sight, the other's appearance was indeed exactly the same as Fang Can's.

The man's arms, as muscular as Greek statues, were raised high just like Fang Can's, his gaze carrying the radiance of saving all beings, like a god.

It is common knowledge that the longer the name of the Wu Gong, the more powerful it is.

So!

Of all martial arts, this is—

【Heart Image · Martial Soul True Body · Cosplay · Superman Fist】

In an instant, Fang Can's Heart Image True Body's right fist came down simultaneously; in everyone's vision, it was like a volcanic eruption, with massive amounts of dust rising from the ground.

In an instant, the hard bricks and stones were smashed into a pit several meters wide; a violent sandstorm erupted, swirling like a tornado and sweeping them all backward.

The tornado, devouring everything in its path like a meat grinder, tore at everyone's flesh and blood.

(End of this chapter)