Chapter 362: I Fight Sōna? Really? (Third Chapter, Requesting Moon Tickets)

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Across the endless land, cities trembled violently!

Two tiny figures, no larger than ants, clashed in brutal, flesh-to-flesh combat!

Each impact shattered heaven and earth, altering the very terrain.

Lady Xizhao darted through the storm of fists like lightning, her skin glowing with an eerie crimson hue.

Her black hair whipped like flames in the gale, her eyes glazed as if drunk, her slender frame bracing directly against Fang Can’s world-destroying fist strikes.

Every time she absorbed a blow capable of shattering mountains, a deeper, more vivid flush spread across her eyelids, and the power radiating from her body surged exponentially.

In the abyss of ecstatic agony, she became a crimson meteor growing wilder with every strike, meeting the demonic might of the Asura with a mad grin, each fist-to-palm collision detonating layers of blood-red sonic clouds.

At this moment, it was not only her who bore the madness of the spirit—Fang Can, too, had descended into frenzy!

To complement the inheritance of [Evil Chaos Ecstasy], after a century of arduous cultivation, she had developed a new technique based on the Buddhist [Mind-Reading].

Named: [Heart-to-Heart Resonance]!

This technique ensured that whenever Xizhao’s spirit surged into ecstasy, her attacker suffered an identical spiritual shock.

In other words, Fang Can and Xizhao were now both plunging into the abyss of ecstasy together.

In this frenzy of raw, flesh-crushing combat between two mad titans, the spiritual stimulation had multiplied to tens of thousands of times.

Whoever collapsed first from the overload, losing consciousness, would be declared the victor.

Would Fang Can lose?

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

Earlier, he had endured the ecstasy of five million people—and still hadn’t reached his spiritual limit!

The mere tens of thousands of stimulations transferred from Xizhao now were as powerless as a cicada trying to topple a tree!

If this stalemate continued, with endless fists colliding without end!

Xizhao’s final fate would be to be crushed by overwhelming spiritual damage until her eyes rolled back and she fainted.

But she had allies!

This was not a one-on-one duel—it was thirteen fourth-transformation cultivators uniting to exterminate Fang Can, the demon!

As Fang Can and Xizhao raged in their brutal melee, a roar erupted from behind!

It sounded like an ancient dragon bellowing—the massive man’s body fused with the earth, and as he twisted, a trillion tons of terrestrial power gathered in his palm.

Fang Can was fully absorbed in combat with Xizhao, unaware of the giant behind him—even if he had noticed, he would have ignored it in his rage.

Against such a demonic heretic, no honor was needed—this was righteous ambush!

Seizing the moment, the giant slammed his right palm into Fang Can’s back, and the trillion-ton impact roared against his spine.

Terrifying force howled outward, cracking the earth inch by inch.

Fang Can’s body staggered under this brutal ambush.

Wait… a stagger?

With the AT Field’s anchoring force, even a nuclear explosion at his feet wouldn’t move him an inch.

For this to make him stumble even slightly—this was an astonishingly potent ambush!

With the giant’s pale face, Fang Can, still locked in furious combat, turned back with a cruel glare.

Meeting the giant’s gaze, amid the storm of destruction, the boy slowly raised his right arm.

He was about to crush this annoying fly—when a slender, powerful jade arm rested on his shoulder.

“Where are you looking? Get back here and fight!”

Xizhao’s distorted, savage voice rang out, then her fist slammed into Fang Can’s kidneys, sending searing pain through his lower back.

The sudden agony snapped Fang Can’s focus—he spun and unleashed his brute force again upon Xizhao’s body.

‘I… I just survived?’ The giant stared at the two, each punch and kick altering heaven and earth, his mind reeling.

In the next instant, a torrent of starfire meteors drowned the scene.

It was the forbidden spell cast by the black-robed elder—every mile within a thousand li turned to fire.

Yet, though massive in scale, this attack was too weak even to warm Fang Can’s bathwater.

Under pure physical suppression, even without invoking any inheritance, most fourth-transformation cultivators here couldn’t penetrate Fang Can’s defense.

Especially the reincarnators—they possessed fourth-transformation-level destructive power but lacked the necessary mechanisms.

Crushed by Fang Can’s raw stats, they could only stand helplessly—among the weakest here.

But then, a crimson thread appeared out of nowhere—the color of blood caught in the light.

Instantly, a bloodline etched itself across Fang Can’s skin, slicing his body cleanly into segments.

A strange pain flared on his body—but before he could fully feel it, the wounds severed by the thread healed completely.

Compared to flesh and blood regeneration, these molecular-level cuts were too fine—even a thousand cuts would vanish in an instant.

Ye Xushi’s face darkened; his molecular threads trembled violently, lashing like whips at Fang Can, aiming to shred every trillion cell into blood paste.

But Fang Can, as if annoyed, reached out and grabbed the nearly invisible threads.

Before the molecular threads, his arm remained unharmed—he gripped them tightly, the filaments bound fast in his palm by gravity.

Then he yanked hard—in a thunderous crack, the thread pierced the fourth-transformation’s skull, splitting him cleanly in two.

“Damn it, our methods are too crude!” Emperor Chu’s expression turned icy as he watched the three fourth-transformation cultivators still fighting Fang Can.

Of the thirteen fourth-transformation cultivators here, only these three could barely resist Fang Can’s power—and even wound him.

Everyone else was barely holding onto their lives.

“I only hope our comrades on other battlefields finish their foes quickly and come to aid us,” said Yang Xu Zi, sighing.

Never mind the rest—once Di Ao Bulan Du is defeated,

With his absolute, unbreakable temporal body, Ye Hao could directly hold Fang Can’s assault.

But as they debated tactics, an inexplicable aura surged from the north, rising into the hearts of all present!

【You have become the target of Two-Faced Sōna. Prepare for battle—you may be called to fight at any moment!】

‘What’s going on?’

The fourth-transformation cultivators of the Martial Realm were still confused—but the reincarnators were outright panicked.

I fight Sōna? Is this real?

What happened on the northern front? Where did this Two-Faced Sōna come from?

Not just the fourth-transformation cultivators—every nation in the Martial Realm had received the challenge from Two-Faced Sōna.

Whether on the Path to Heaven or the Transcendent Body realm, every single person must fight this unknown, faceless Sōna!

The only relief was that, with so many challengers,

By the time it was their turn, they’d likely be long dead.

(End of Chapter)