[{"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-35":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},2300923,4500,"Chapter 35: Mind-Image: Soul-True Form · Cosplay · Superman Punch","this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-35",35,"\u003Cp>Wild! Too wild!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faced with Fang Can’s confident humiliation, the surrounding disciples were instantly enraged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who here hasn’t spent years immersed in martial cultivation, training through winter’s coldest days and summer’s hottest ones—how could they lack spirit?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially after these three battles, they could clearly see that Fang Can’s strength might not even have broken through the First Xuanguan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Combat generally breaks down into three dimensions: mechanics, stats, and technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet this opponent won all three battles consecutively solely through superior skill, clinging on desperately—none of them could possibly replicate it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t believe it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A roar erupted from the crowd; a sharp-eyed youth with a silver spear stepped forward, his eyes brimming with indignation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is my Torch-Blazing Spear Art—please, younger brother, instruct me.” The youth assumed his stance, spear angled downward, gaze piercing as if it could pierce through all things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this swagger didn’t last long; after a dozen breaths, Fang Can used Dragon King Break followed by Furious Torrent, his spear forcibly lifting the youth into the air and sweeping him clean off the stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the extraordinary skill with the spear was proven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it wasn’t over—after the spear’s defeat, the nunchaku, twin blades, broadsword, tachi, gauntlets…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One disciple after another stepped forward to challenge, yet none could last half a stick of incense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And each was defeated by Fang Can’s frail frame wielding the same weapon, the same techniques, with even greater mastery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost every dozen breaths, a disciple was flung out, followed immediately by the next challenger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Fang Can held back, these defeated disciples suffered only pain, no serious injury—this only stoked their competitive fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fist, leg, palm, blade, spear…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sword, halberd, staff, club, hook…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As over twenty consecutive martialists were toppled from the stage, watching the calm, composed Fang Can at the center of the crowd, a question rose in their minds:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Does this guy never get tired? Why doesn’t he? Why can’t he?!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After defeating over twenty men, Fang Can hadn’t broken a sweat, hadn’t even quickened his breathing—he defied their very understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, while martialists have longer stamina, combat still drains them heavily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>High-intensity clashes involving dozens of strikes per breath meant their endurance wasn’t much greater than ordinary people’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Fang Can was different—his Sun-Undying Demon Body could do this: wherever sunlight fell, it became his domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sunlight restored his stamina, strengthened his physique, letting him fight all day like Captain America.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing at the center of the crowd, Fang Can waited quietly for a moment, then sighed helplessly: “Brothers, I’ll say it again—you can gang up on me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If solo fighting won’t work, then gang up. If gang fighting won’t work, then ambush. If ambush fails, you can always poison me…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faced with Fang Can’s arrogance, someone finally snapped: “Fang Can, don’t get cocky! Do you really think if you beat us all one-on-one, you’ll beat us all in a group too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll tell you this—there are so many people here. No matter how skilled your technique is, you can’t defeat us all before your stamina runs out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Li Brother’s right—everyone, charge together! Teach him a lesson! Can he really take down all of us by himself?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing the rising fury, Fang Can inwardly shook his head helplessly: ‘When one side says something like this, they’ve already lost half the momentum.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, Fang Can’s arrogance enraged everyone completely; someone shouted first: “Beat the shit out of him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a rush, the entire training ground surged toward Fang Can like a tidal wave, ready to drown him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in Fang Can’s heart, there was neither sorrow nor joy—he recalled Jiang Ningan’s teachings from long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several days prior, in the villa, watching Fang Can use his Mind-Image in a crude, savage manner, Jiang Ningan couldn’t help but advise:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your fighting style is too crude—it doesn’t unleash even a fraction of your Mind-Image’s power.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, please, Master Jiang, guide me,” Fang Can asked curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your Mind-Image is the materialization of your will—but beyond influencing minds, it can’t even lift a grain of sand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Before ascending the Heavenly Path, the physical differences between martialists are slight; in most cases, a Ninth Xuanguan martialist’s strength is merely nine times that of a First Xuanguan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Faced with overwhelming numbers, theoretically, two Eighth Xuanguan martialists working in perfect sync can kill a Ninth Xuanguan. Dozens of Fourth or Fifth Xuanguan martialists charging together can force even a Ninth to retreat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But that’s only if you don’t use your Mind-Image—because your Mind-Image is an extension of your body. Though it can’t move sand, it can terrify the soul.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t waste it by crudely projecting it outward. Instead, treat your Mind-Image as an extension of your limbs—use your techniques to achieve harmony between body and will.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just before striking, visualize the destruction your punch will cause. Unleash the maximum destruction you can imagine—and then, the entire world will part before you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Listening to Jiang Ningan’s serious instruction, Fang Can nodded thoughtfully, committing every word to memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time flew by—now, two days later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching hundreds of disciples surge toward him like a zombie horde, aiming to break his limbs, Fang Can’s expression turned icy. He drew a deep, sharp breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A visible, powerful current of air rushed into his lungs; his steel-forged body finally began to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He used no weapon—only slowly raised his right fist. In the distance, the disciples seemed to see, behind him, a towering, majestic figure emerge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s his Mind-Image!” Yang Lie, watching from afar and ready to intervene, jerked violently—his tightly gripped wine flask slipped from his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had trained for over a decade, stuck at Fifth Xuanguan, unable to awaken his own Mind-Image—yet here, in this boy barely past First Xuanguan, he saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, within a ten-meter radius around Fang Can, every person could faintly perceive, through the projection of Fang Can’s mind onto theirs, a towering figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a man with short black hair, clad in a tight blue suit, a red cape flowing behind him, a bold “S” emblazoned on his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though his attire differed, his face was unmistakably Fang Can’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s muscular arms, like those of a Greek statue, rose high—his gaze radiated a divine light, as if blessing all living things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It is well known: the longer a technique’s name, the more powerful it is.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All martial arts, this is—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Mind-Image: Soul-True Form · Cosplay · Superman Punch】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, Fang Can’s Mind-Image True Form’s right fist descended. In everyone’s vision, it erupted like a volcano, hurling up a tidal wave of dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In mere moments, the hard stone floor cracked into a crater several meters wide; a violent sandstorm, like a tornado, swept outward, flinging them all backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whirlwind tore through their flesh like a meat grinder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1137,"2026-06-20T07:05:46.054Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","46add4bb8b85b44d64e062dc91f8edc42e3c7f744f022eb8e785350594393218","this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-36","this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-34",368,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthis-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-cover.jpg"]