Chapter 54: Heart-to-Heart Clash!

Do I need enemies as numerous as mountains and seas?

At Fang Can’s words, both Ye Yonglie and Yan Zhi wore expressions of shock.

They had never heard such a demand—no one willingly invites trouble upon themselves.

Even if those on the Ascension Path seeking to target you are held back, many still lurk at Xuanguan eighth or ninth level who have awakened their Xinxiang and wish to harass you.

With your current Xuanguan First Level, what do you intend to do?

Fight off all these people alone?

Fang Can’s declaration of self-initiated challenge was too arrogant—even Ye Yonglie could not help but say:

“Lord, even if you possess peerless talent and will surely stand above heaven, please lower your head for now.”

“If even a whisper spreads, tens of thousands of warriors eager to slay a god will drown you like a tidal wave.”

Even a Xuanguan First Level expert, faced with such a flood of warriors, could be drowned by sheer numbers.

“I understand your meaning,” Fang Can said to Ye Yonglie:

“But what I lack right now is combat—I need a vast number of enemies to train with.”

“Those on the Qianlongbang grew up in constant battle, facing countless opponents throughout their lives.”

“Yet I have fought fewer than ten battles in my entire life—I need a wide variety of enemies with differing martial arts to fight, and within two months, make up for the KPI others spent decades accumulating.”

At last, Fang Can lifted his head and said: “So, tell me the locations of all experts who have awakened their Xinxiang within the Tiger Demon Sect’s territory.”

“I will visit each one in turn, defeat them all, reach Xuanguan Ninth Level within two months, then go to that Fangcun Mountain and casually subdue each of those Qianlongbanggaoshou ,” Fang Can stated.

Seeing Fang Can’s resolve, Ye Yonglie could not defy his god and could only reluctantly accept:

“Then begin with the Jinmen Martial Arts Gym. It lies thirty li east from here—its headmaster is also at Xuanguan Sixth Level and awakened his Xinxiang half a year before I did.”

After carefully listening to Ye Yonglie’s description, Fang Can memorized it silently, then picked up his longsword from his back and walked toward the gate.

Exiting through the rarely-used rear gate of Lieyang Martial Arts Gym, Fang Can strode swiftly toward Jinmen Martial Arts Gym.

Now at Xuanguan First Level, his physical strength had more than doubled since returning the night before, and his speed surpassed his former self.

A base strength of 6 tons, a speed of 25 meters per second— even a prehistoric T. rex standing before him could be torn apart bare-handed.

In just a few strides, his body became a blur racing toward his destination.

Under the sunlight, Fang Can did not spare his stamina; the thirty-li straight distance took him only twenty minutes to cover.

Gazing at the golden characters on the signboard before him, Fang Can did not wait for the gatekeeper to speak—he blurted out:

“I’m here to challenge the gym. I wish to spar with the headmaster. I’ll leave after the fight—life or death, no matter.”

Seeing the black-haired boy had come to challenge, the gatekeeper sneered: “Where did this brat with the stink of milk come from, daring to…”

Ignoring the gatekeeper’s words, the next instant Fang Can’s Xinxiang pressure slammed down upon the gym, only to collide with an invisible wall.

It was a Xinxiang—another Xinxiang martial artist was using spiritual will to clash with Fang Can.

The next moment, a figure from within the gym leapt high into the air, arced through space, and crashed down before Fang Can.

A two-meter-tall middle-aged man stood before Fang Can like an unbreakable wall.

“Young friend, you come with ill intent,” the man said, stroking his beard solemnly. A youth who awakened his Xinxiang so young—dangerous.

“Spar,” Fang Can replied tersely: “I request your instruction, Master Jin.”

As he spoke, disciples from the Jin Guang Martial Arts Gym surged out, stunned to see such a young man was a Xinxiang martial artist.

“Very well,” under the disciples’ gaze, Master Jin could not refuse.

And… you’ve come at the perfect moment!!!

Instantly as he finished speaking, Master Jin’s clothes exploded open, revealing his muscular upper body.

“Since I ascended to Xinxiang, you are the first martial artist to come challenge my gym—finally, I can have a proper fight.”

As he spoke, his muscles swelled violently, his eyes filled with bloodthirsty battle lust.

Most Xinxiang martial artists nearby were other gym headmasters—he dared not spar with them, for winning would offend, losing would humiliate.

Now, someone had come to challenge him directly—he was both astonished and delighted. Fighting! Thrilling!

‘At Xuanguan Sixth Level, each muscle likely generates over three times my force—add in muscle mass, his base strength is roughly six times mine.’

Fang Can silently assessed the man’s bulging physique.

As he thought, his own muscles flushed faintly red from engorged blood, his eyes turned blood-red.

In a single breath, though his frame remained unchanged, he now looked like a demon risen from a mountain of corpses and seas of blood.

At this moment, Fang Can was unleashing the Evil Tiger Devouring Body Art—the technique he had learned but never used.

“True vigor!” Master Jin laughed heartily at Fang Can’s appearance.

The next instant, in the disciples’ eyes, both figures vanished from their spots, followed by a thunderous crash like a mountain collapsing.

“Boom!”

Instantly, Fang Can and Master Jin’s fists collided, a visible white shockwave exploding from their clashing arms.

The blue bricks beneath their feet shattered simultaneously, sinking below their ankles into the earth.

Though merely Xuanguan First Level, Fang Can, supported by the Evil Tiger Devouring Body Art, matched Master Jin’s Sixth Level in raw power.

‘In this burst state, my strength has temporarily increased fivefold,’ Fang Can mused.

Yet even as his strength surged, he felt a bloodthirsty will to slaughter all under heaven creeping into his mind.

Ordinary men, dominated by such will, would descend into madness, striking without pattern, driven only by brute force.

Forcing down the killing intent with his supreme rationality, Fang Can continued swinging his fists at the headmaster.

The first punch was merely a probe—the real battle of Xinxiang was yet to come.

The next instant, in the gym’s onlookers’ eyes, their entire lives flashed before them like a spinning lantern.

The mere leakage of a Xinxiang battle could induce hallucinations in ordinary martial artists.

Thus, the crowd, though not drugged, sank into mental illusions.

Of course, since they were not the main combatants, the illusions were easily recognized—like watching an uncontrollable VR video.

(End of Chapter)