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Chapter 55: Battle!!!

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'Mind Image, is this the Mind Image? Simply terrifying!'

Brilliant, endless brilliance.

At the entrance of Jin Guang Martial Arts Hall, countless martial artists gazed at the multicolored radiance before them and exclaimed in unison.

At the hall's entrance, Ye Ye Guanzhu Jin and Fang Can were locked in a full-force clash, using fists, palms, legs, knees, elbows, and every other part of their bodies.

Every fist and every leg of the two Mind Image martial artists was heavier than a road roller and more powerful than a hydraulic press.

With a mere raise of a hand, they could shatter metal and stone, striking their opponents with extreme dominance.

'Boom boom boom boom boom!'

In just a single breath, the two exchanged dozens of blows with extreme power and speed.

Terrifying explosions reverberated through the air, shaking the ground for several li.

The street was not entirely empty at this moment; roughly dozens of meters away, a group of merchants and passersby who had not cultivated watched from a great distance.

In their eyes, everything before them seemed like immortals or demons.

Human visual persistence lingers for about 0.1 to 0.4 seconds.

That is to say, even after an action has ended, the formed image remains in the brain for a period of time.

And when you throw a punch too fast, say five punches per second? To ordinary people, obvious afterimages will appear.

What if you speed it up ten times, increasing the punch speed to fifty punches per second?

Then it would be a sky full of fist shadows! Foot shadows! Leg shadows! Human shadows!

Amidst the shocked gazes of the passersby, within a three-meter range around the two, countless fists and legs danced and vanished.

The two collided like tyrannosaurs, and every impact and collision sounded like thunder exploding right beside the ear.

It was clearly close-quarters grappling and a clash of forces, with the combat range controlled within three meters.

Yet, even with only short-distance movement, dense afterimages formed in the eyes of mortals, resembling four or five experts who could teleport clashing against each other.

'Martial... martial artists are actually this powerful?' a passerby couldn't help but exclaim aloud.

Watching the three-meter range, where just over a dozen breaths of clashing had plowed the earth and caused a three-foot depression!

Merely watching made everyone's hearts pound uncontrollably and their breathing deepen involuntarily.

Instinctively, some couldn't help but be drawn by this soul-shaking battle, moving closer to the center of the fight.

They wanted to get a bit closer to see the entire battle more clearly.

Amidst a series of muffled thunderclaps, several passersby instinctively moved closer.

But when they approached within five zhang, the world before their eyes changed.

Red dots, yellow, green, purple...

Within just one second, dozens of colors were chaotically combined and arranged in their eyes, while the sense of pressure increased more than tenfold.

That was the distortion of the Mind Image on the human heart, overflowing from the battle between Fang Can and Ye Ye Guanzhu Jin.

Merely the aftereffects of the Mind Image created kaleidoscopic brilliance; the closer one got, the more real the images appearing before the eyes became.

Martial artists within a three-foot range could vaguely see the Martial Soul True Forms manifesting behind the two.

Behind Fang Can was a domineering youth wearing a dark blue tight suit, waving a red cape behind his back, with a crimson 'S' carved on his chest.

Behind Ye Ye Guanzhu Jin stood a five-meter-tall, golden-skinned Wrathful Vajra with a furious expression.

Every clash between the two created terrifying momentum in the fantasy world, as if the entire street was being eroded by their attacks.

In the illusion, the red shockwaves erupted from the eyes of Fang Can's Superman avatar, sweeping toward the Buddha.

Facing the crimson beams, the giant Buddha's body leaped up suddenly, dodging Fang Can's heat vision sweep in advance.

In the next moment, the virtual rays, carrying extreme destruction and devastation, swept toward the watching disciples.

'Croak! I've been hit!'

'Aaaaaah! Such a terrifying Mind Image attack, I can't take it, I'm going to die!'

'Yaaaaah! Master, save me!'

Facing the Mind Image attack, the surrounding disciples screamed in terror, feeling as if their bodies and minds were being melted by the red light.

In the next moment, the disciples one by one fell to their knees, clutching their intact abdomens, and when they came to their senses, their eyes held both fear and envy.

'The power of the Mind Image, simply terrifying!'

'So cool! Fighting is so damn cool! Hahahaha!'

Ye Ye Guanzhu Jin laughed heartily as he clashed with Fang Can, sparing no stamina or energy, wanting only to pour his fighting spirit onto the formidable enemy before him.

As for Fang Can, after activating Xiehu Shishen, his eyes were blood-red; the world before him appeared like an Asura Hell affecting his sanity, yet his Great Wisdom forcibly suppressed it.

This was a collision of force against force, a counterattack of speed against speed.

On one side was a young, arrogant youth of unparalleled talent at only the first stage of the Profound Gate.

On the other side was an old but vigorous veteran who had cultivated on the martial path for decades at the sixth stage of the Profound Gate.

Although it did not last long, the Mind Images of both consumed heavily, and Fang Can at the first stage of the Profound Gate had far less mana than his opponent.

At such high-intensity counterattacks, his Mind Image would be exhausted within three minutes, at which point he would fall into a disadvantage.

Status Panel:

【Unknown Finger Technique】 Analysis 73%

【Unknown Fist Technique】 Analysis 64%

【Unknown Palm Technique】 Analysis 59%

【Unknown Leg Technique】 Analysis 92%

Amidst the one-punch-one-kick clashes with Ye Ye Guanzhu Jin, every collision allowed Fang Can to clearly memorize the opponent's force trajectory map in his mind.

With half of his mental image still remaining, he had already figured out most of the opponent's moves.

Meanwhile, during the fight, Fang Can also tested moves, using different attack methods to force the opponent to respond with new techniques, accelerating the analysis speed.

For the Golden Ye Ye Guanzhu, it was different; any attack or move could not be repeated.

Because a move executed flawlessly the first time would put him at a disadvantage the second time, he could only maintain the battle by constantly using new techniques; one slip and he would lose everything.

But his techniques would eventually run out.

After more than ten consecutive clashes using the same skills, Fang Can saw that the opponent's decades of foundation had been drained, his tricks exhausted.

【Unknown Finger Technique】 Analysis complete

【Unknown Fist Technique】 Analysis complete

【Unknown Palm Technique】 Analysis complete

【Unknown Leg Technique】 Analysis complete

……

"It's time to end this."

Fang Can uttered his first words of the entire battle, instantly grabbing the Golden Ye Ye Guanzhu's wrist and pulling and guiding him.

"Boom!"

In the next instant, Fang Can pressed his entire right arm against the back of the Golden Ye Ye Guanzhu's head, forcing the master's head down toward the ground with several tons of weight.

Boom!

With a deafening roar, the ground, which had already been trampled flat, was pressed down again into a deep pit the size of a human head.

But this was not over; the disciples in the distance felt the earth beneath their feet begin to tremble slightly.

Their master's head was like a basketball with great resilience, being pressed into the ground again and again, compacting the foundation.

In just one second, the Golden Ye Ye Guanzhu, held by Fang Can, was constantly pressed downward, his kowtowing creating afterimages.

Feeling it was enough, Fang Can let go.

Looking at the Golden Ye Ye Guanzhu's face, swollen like pork, he knew this was merely a superficial injury.

Aside from looking a bit ugly, it would heal with two days of rest, leaving no so-called permanent disability.

(End of this chapter)

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