Chapter 54: Heart Image Clash!

Do I need enemies like mountains and seas?

With Fang Can's words, both Ye Yonglie and Yan Zhi showed shocked expressions on their faces.

This was the first time they had ever heard such a request—who would go out of their way to make trouble for themselves?

Even though those on the Heaven Ascension Road who had designs on you have been blocked, there are still many warriors at the eighth to ninth level of the Profound Gate who have awakened Heart Images and want to cause you trouble.

With your current cultivation at the first level of the Profound Gate, what do you think you can do?

Break through these people's encirclement alone?

Fang Can's words of taking the initiative to challenge were too arrogant, and even Ye Yonglie could not help but say:

"Lord, even though you possess a peerless innate talent and will surely stand above the heavens in the future, for now please lower your head."

"Once word leaks out even slightly, tens of thousands of warriors wanting to slay a god will drown you like a tsunami."

Faced with a sea of warriors, even a master at the first level of the Heaven Ascension Road could be drowned by human-wave tactics.

"I understand what you mean." Fang Can looked at Ye Yonglie and said:

"But what I lack right now is combat. I need a sea of enemies to spar with me."

"Those fellows on the Hidden Dragon Ranking grew up in battle from childhood; the enemies they have met and fought are countless."

"But in my entire life, the number of battles I have fought has not even exceeded ten. I need enemies with abundant numbers and varied martial techniques to fight me, so I can make up in two months the KPI that others accumulated over ten or even dozens of years."

At the end, Fang Can raised his head and said: "So, tell me the locations of all the Heart Image-awakened masters within the range of Tiger Fiend Gate."

"I will visit them one by one, defeat them all, and within two months reach the ninth level of the Profound Gate. Then I'll go to that so-called Fangcun Mountain and casually suppress those Hidden Dragon Ranking experts one by one as well." Fang Can said to himself.

Seeing that Fang Can's mind was made up, Ye Yonglie could not defy his own deity and could only helplessly accept, saying:

"In that case, let's start from Jin Guang Martial Hall. Thirty li east of here it is. Their hall master is also at the sixth level of the Profound Gate and awakened his Heart Image half a year earlier than me."

After carefully listening to Ye Yonglie's introduction, Fang Can silently noted it in his heart, then took the long sword from his back and walked out the door.

Walking out from the rarely visited back door of Lieyang Martial Hall, Fang Can strode briskly toward Jin Guang Martial Hall.

Having now reached the first level of the Profound Gate, his physical fitness was more than double what it had been when he returned the night before last, and his speed performance was even better than before.

A base strength of 6 tons and a speed of 25 meters per second—even a prehistoric Tyrannosaurus standing before Fang Can could be torn apart alive.

With just a few steps, Fang Can's body turned into an afterimage as he rushed toward his destination.

Under the sunlight, Fang Can did not need to spare his stamina. The straight-line distance of 30 li took him only 20 minutes to cover.

Looking at the gilded characters on the plaque before him, Fang Can did not wait for the doorkeeper to speak and went straight to the point:

"I'm here to challenge the hall. I want to spar with the hall master in martial arts. I'll leave after the fight, life and death not discussed."

Seeing that the black-haired youth before him had come to challenge the hall, the doorkeeper rudely said: "Where did this snot-nosed brat come from, daring to…"

Paying no heed to the doorkeeper's words, the next moment the pressure of his Heart Image swept horizontally toward the martial hall before him, then seemed to encounter an obstacle and crashed against a high wall.

This was a Heart Image—a warrior with the same Heart Image was colliding with Fang Can using spiritual will.

The next moment, a figure from within the martial hall had already leapt high, traced an arc through the air, and then slammed heavily to the ground before Fang Can.

A middle-aged man, two meters tall, stood before Fang Can like an impregnable high wall.

"My young friend, you come with no good intentions." The man lightly stroked his mutton-chop beard, his expression turned solemn—a youngster who has already awakened a Heart Image is not to be trifled with.

"A spar." Fang Can said concisely and bluntly: "Please, Ye Ye Guanzhu Jin, enlighten me."

While they spoke, the disciples inside Jin Guang Martial Hall had already poured out in a swarm, and seeing that the warrior who came looking for trouble was so young, they were shocked that the youth was a Heart Image warrior.

"Gladly." Under the gaze of his disciples, Ye Ye Guanzhu Jin could hardly refuse.

Besides… you've come at just the right time!!!

Almost the instant the words fell, Ye Ye Guanzhu Jin's clothing exploded apart, revealing his muscular upper body.

"Since I advanced to Heart Image, you are the first warrior to come challenge the hall. At last I can have a proper fight."

As he spoke, the muscles on Ye Ye Guanzhu Jin's body bulged high, and his eyes filled with bloodthirsty battle intent.

Most of those around him who possessed Heart Images were hall masters of other martial halls, and he was too embarrassed to spar with them—after all, winning would offend people, and losing would be a disgrace.

Now someone had actually come to challenge the hall on their own initiative, which both surprised and delighted the hall master. A fight! How satisfying!

'At the sixth level of the Profound Gate, the strength of each muscle is probably more than three times mine. Combined with the muscle count, base strength is probably around six times mine.'

Fang Can looked at the other's muscular, knotted physique and silently judged in his heart.

And as he silently recited, Fang Can's muscles began to flush a faint red from the rush of blood, and his eyes had already turned the blood-red of fresh blood.

In just a single breath, though his build had not changed, he now looked like a demon god who had fought his way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!

What Fang Can was now executing was precisely the Evil Tiger Body-Devouring Great Art he had learned but never once used!

"True Qi!" Looking at Fang Can's appearance, Ye Ye Guanzhu Jin laughed heartily.

The next moment, in the eyes of the surrounding disciples, the two figures almost simultaneously vanished from where they stood, and then a sound like a mountain collapsing rang out.

"Boom—!"

Almost instantly, Fang Can's and Ye Ye Guanzhu Jin's fists collided, and a visible ring of white air burst violently outward from the arms where they made contact.

The blue bricks beneath both men's feet were almost simultaneously crushed, sinking entirely into the soil below their ankles.

Though Fang Can was only at the first level of the Profound Gate, supported by the Evil Tiger Body-Devouring Great Art, his strength in a head-on clash was not much inferior to the sixth-level hall master.

'In the berserk state, strength briefly increased fivefold.' Fang Can pondered inwardly.

But as his strength rose, he could also feel a bloodthirsty intent to slaughter all under heaven beginning to take control of his mind.

An ordinary person dominated by such will would only go mad, attacking with no rhyme or reason, driven entirely by brute force.

Forcibly using his own extraordinary rationality to suppress the killing intent, Fang Can looked at the hall master before him and continued to throw punches.

The first punch was only an initial probe; the Heart Image battle that followed was the real point.

The next moment, in the eyes of the martial hall's crowd, their own lives flashed before them like a revolving lantern.

When two Heart Image warriors fight, even a sliver of what leaks out can cause hallucinatory effects on ordinary warriors.

This caused the onlookers, even though they had not eaten any mushrooms, to still fall into cerebral hallucinations.

Of course, since they were not the main force in the battle, this illusion could be easily distinguished; at this moment, it was like watching an uncontrolled VR video.

(End of this chapter)