Chapter 55: FIGHT!!!

'Heart Phase—this is the Heart Phase? It's utterly terrifying!'

Brilliant, endless brilliance.

At the entrance of Jin Guang Martial Arts Hall, countless martial artists stared at the dazzling, multicolored light before them and gasped in unison.

At the martial arts hall’s entrance, Master Jin and Fang Can were fully engaging in direct, brutal clashes using fists, palms, legs, knees, elbows—every part of their bodies.

Each punch and kick from these two Heart Phase martial artists was heavier than a roller, stronger than a hydraulic press.

With a single motion, metal and stone could be shattered, striking their opponent with supreme dominance.

'Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!'

Within a single breath, the two exchanged dozens of blows with ultimate force and speed.

The terrifying explosions shook the air, thundering for miles.

The street was not entirely empty; dozens of meters away, a group of untrained merchants and passersby watched from a distant vantage point.

To them, what lay before their eyes seemed divine or demonic.

Human visual persistence lingers between 0.1 and 0.4 seconds.

That is, even after a motion ends, its image remains in the brain for a brief time.

When your punch speed is extremely fast—say, five punches per second—the untrained eye perceives clear afterimages.

What if you increased that speed tenfold—to fifty punches per second?

Then it becomes a sky full of fist shadows, foot shadows, leg shadows, body shadows!

In the stunned gaze of the bystanders, within a three-meter radius around them, countless fists and limbs danced and vanished.

The two collided like tyrannosaurs; each impact rang like a thunderclap beside the ear.

Though it was close-quarters grappling and brute-force clashing, confined within a three-meter radius,

even these short-distance movements created dense, overlapping afterimages in the eyes of ordinary people—like five or six masters teleporting and dueling.

'Martial artists... are really this powerful?' a passerby couldn’t help exclaiming.

Watching the three-meter zone—mere dozens of breaths of exchange had turned the ground into a plowed field, sunken three feet deep!

Merely watching made every heart pound wildly, breaths grow heavy without thought.

Unconsciously, some were drawn toward the center of the battle by its awe-inspiring intensity.

They wanted to get closer, to see the entire fight more clearly.

Amid a series of muffled thunderclaps, several passersby stepped closer instinctively.

But when they drew within five zhang, the world before them changed.

Red dots, yellow, green, purple...

Within a single second, dozens of colors scrambled and rearranged in their vision, while the pressure intensified tenfold.

These were the Heart Phase’s residual energy distorting the minds of onlookers.

Merely the ripples of the Heart Phase created kaleidoscopic brilliance; the closer one came, the more real the illusions became.

Within three chi, martial artists could faintly see the true forms of the two combatants’ martial souls behind them.

Behind Fang Can stood a fierce young man clad in a tight dark-blue suit, a crimson cloak flaring from his back, a scarlet 'S' carved on his chest.

Behind Master Jin stood a five-meter-tall, golden-bright, wrathful Vajra.

Each clash between them unleashed terrifying power within the illusionary realm, as if the entire street were being erased by their attacks.

In the illusion, Fang Can’s Superman avatar’s eyes erupted with crimson energy waves, sweeping toward the Buddha.

Facing the crimson beam, the giant Buddha leapt upward, narrowly avoiding Fang Can’s heat vision sweep.

The next instant, the virtual ray swept toward the watching disciples with ultimate destruction.

'Gah! I got hit!'

'Aaaah! This Heart Phase attack is terrifying—I’m going to die!'

'Eeeeh! Master, save me!'

The surrounding disciples screamed in terror at the Heart Phase assault, feeling as if their bodies and minds were melting under the red light.

The next moment, each disciple collapsed to their knees, clutching their unharmed abdomens; when they came to their senses, their eyes held fear and envy.

'The might of the Heart Phase—terrifying indeed!'

'Amazing! This fight is so damn exhilarating! Hahaha!'

Master Jin laughed heartily as he clashed with Fang Can, sparing neither strength nor energy, eager to pour all his combat intent onto his formidable opponent.

As for Fang Can, behind his eyes burned a crimson haze—the Evil Tiger’s possession—turning his vision into a hellish battlefield that warped his mind, yet his great wisdom forcibly suppressed it.

This was a clash of force against force, speed against speed.

One side: a young, reckless genius with only Xuanguan Level One cultivation.

The other: a seasoned veteran of Xuanguan Level Six, refined through decades of martial practice.

Though the battle hadn’t lasted long, both had drained their Heart Phases severely—and Fang Can, at Xuanguan Level One, had far less stamina than his opponent.

At this intensity, his Heart Phase would be exhausted within three minutes, leaving him at a disadvantage.

Status bar:

[Unknown Finger Technique] Analyzed 73%

[Unknown Fist Technique] Analyzed 64%

[Unknown Palm Technique] Analyzed 59%

[Unknown Leg Technique] Analyzed 92%

As Fang Can clashed fist to fist, foot to foot with Master Jin, each impact imprinted the exact force trajectory of his opponent’s moves into his mind.

Even with his Heart Phase still half-full, he had already deciphered nearly all of the opponent’s techniques.

Simultaneously, during combat, Fang Can applied feints—using varied attacks to force his opponent into new responses, accelerating the analysis.

For Master Jin, however, no technique could be repeated.

The first time a technique was used flawlessly, the second use would put him at a disadvantage; he could only maintain the battle by constantly introducing new moves—any misstep meant total defeat.

But his repertoire was finite.

After over a dozen consecutive clashes using identical techniques, Fang Can saw that Master Jin’s decades of accumulated knowledge had been exhausted—he had run out of tricks.

[Unknown Finger Technique] Analyzed Complete

[Unknown Fist Technique] Analyzed Complete

[Unknown Palm Technique] Analyzed Complete

[Unknown Leg Technique] Analyzed Complete

'It’s over.'

Fang Can spoke his first quiet words of the entire battle, instantly grabbing Master Jin’s wrist and yanking him forward.

'Boom!'

The next instant, Fang Can pressed his entire right arm against Master Jin’s skull, driving it downward with the force of several tons.

Boom!

With a deafening crash, the already sunken ground sank again—this time forming a deep crater the size of a human head.

But it wasn’t over; distant disciples felt the ground beneath their feet begin to tremble slightly.

Their master’s head, like a resilient basketball, was repeatedly hammered into the earth, compacting the foundation.

In just one second, Fang Can held Master Jin and drove him down again and again—his head bobbing so fast it left afterimages of bowing.

Fang Can judged it sufficient and released his grip.

Looking at Master Jin’s face, swollen like raw pork, he knew it was merely superficial bruising.

Ugly, yes—but with two days’ rest, it would heal completely, leaving no permanent injury.

(End of Chapter)