Chapter 66: Near Death

'Hiss~'

Visible malevolent energy gradually rose from Fang Can's body as he looked at everything before him with a cold expression.

The tall man who had just been full of momentum now had his life force severed, his shoulder completely empty.

The opponent's entire head had been smashed by Fang Can's punch just now, and the flesh on his neck had been torn completely apart.

'I seem to have become a bit cruel recently.'

As the Xiehu Shishen technique dissipated, the malevolent energy between Fang Can's brows faded, and he calmly examined himself while looking at the flesh before him.

A few days ago, he had hesitated even when killing a few thugs who wanted to rob him.

Now, with a single word of disagreement, he smashed his opponent's brains out.

Looking at the believers gathering around, Fang Can gently wiped his fist and said, "Clean this place up, then take this guy's body out and set it up."

"Set it up?" a believer asked, confused.

"Yes, tell those outside that this is the consequence of not following the rules," Fang Can said casually, immediately feeling the coldness of his own words even more clearly.

'Heh, what's wrong with that?' A tiny smile appeared on the corner of Fang Can's lips:

'Practicing Wu Gong is not like treating guests to a meal; my current mental state is still within a controllable range, and it is even more suitable for such a world.'

Walking out of the small courtyard, Fang Can raised his hand slightly, and a believer nearby immediately handed him a stack of challenge letters.

"My lord, these are the challenge letters submitted by those challengers; over a dozen have gathered within a single shichen," Ye Yonglie said from the side.

Fang Can flipped through them; every challenge letter detailed the opponent's realm and title.

"Only a dozen?" Fang Can was somewhat dissatisfied, but he also understood the difficulty required to birth a Heart Image.

There were not even a million Heart Image Wu Gong practitioners in the entire Dayan Country, and those above the Ascending Heaven Path numbered less than a thousand.

This further highlighted the terror of Fang Can's manual, which allowed everyone to practice, inflating the Ascending Heaven Path to the scale of millions.

"Forget it, let those people come at me all together," Fang Can said casually.

Having used only a single day, he now faced regular Heart Image Wu Gong practitioners with little pressure, and they could not provide him with much sense of oppression.

As for what was irregular? Naturally, it was the scions of great families backed by Ascending Heaven Path Wu Gong practitioners.

The three Wu Gong techniques he relied on now—Xiehu Shishen, the Rock Observation, and the Golden Body of Subduing the Tiger and Dragon—had similar techniques within those great families; one could not underestimate the foundation of the ancients.

The Heart Image Wu Gong practitioners coming to challenge now were at most small fry; the disciples of those great families were not so free.

These scions all possessed at least the eighth level of the Mysterious Gate, mastered one to five secret techniques, and their strength had reached its peak in the Shedding Mortal Flesh stage.

But according to Liu Qingmeng's words, everyone they would meet at the tournament in a month would be such monsters.

In his thoughts, Fang Can walked out of the Lieryang Martial Hall; outside the gate, a huge martial arts platform had already been erected.

More than a dozen Wu Gong practitioners preparing to challenge stood on the platform with aggrieved expressions, watching Fang Can approach from afar.

They all felt that Fang Can was being far too arrogant, fighting more than a dozen alone, truly thinking he was number one on the Hidden Dragon List.

But in the next moment, they saw Fang Can pull a black ribbon from his robe, covering his eyes as he walked.

"What do you think you are doing?"

Seeing Fang Can's appearance now, the Wu Gong practitioners vaguely guessed something, and their faces turned somewhat ugly.

"Oh, just to add a little difficulty to this fight."

Fang Can covered his eyes, feeling his vision turn completely black, and immediately activated the Tiger Malevolent technique.

As the malevolent energy rose, feeling his body's strength still increasing, Fang Can said somewhat embarrassedly:

"Sorry, due to my realm, I can only use secret techniques to boost my strength; I feel this might be a bit unfair to you."

While speaking, Fang Can had already drawn the long sword from his back and said, "How about this, I'll let you have three moves."

"Let... let us have three moves." The Wu Gong practitioners on the arena's faces turned completely gloomy.

Not only did he cover his eyes, but he also let them have three moves; how dared this fellow be so arrogant.

Those who could reach the Heart Image naturally possessed extraordinary talent and found it hard to tolerate Fang Can's contempt.

They could already feel the disdainful gaze of the passersby watching from afar.

A considerable portion of these people were Fang Can's believers; naturally, they could not miss Fang Can's battle.

With Fang Can's appearance, the various cheers around him were as lively as a star's concert.

"Hiss~"

"These Heart Image Wu Gong practitioners are just lame."

"My lord is invincible!"

Every believer's eyes held fanaticism, staring at Fang Can with adoration, hands raised high clapping continuously.

But in the next moment, with the sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh, the entire venue fell completely silent.

"Ssshhhh—"

A sharp long sword was seen piercing through the chest, then breaking through the flesh to pierce Fang Can's body completely.

And the one who acted was none other than Fang Can himself!!!

"Haa..." He gently exhaled, gently pulled the long sword out, then raised the sword to stab again.

A challenging Heart Image Wu Gong practitioner could not help but speak up upon seeing this: "Hey, what do you think you are doing!"

This was simply a scam; did they want to extort them? This was simply outrageous!

Hearing the Wu Gong practitioner's question, Fang Can's hand holding the sword paused, his tone remaining calm as he said, "Oh, didn't I say I'd let you have three moves?"

While speaking, two more swords came down; Fang Can's chest was already broken open, and blood began to dye his robe bright red.

Three piercing holes made Fang Can look as if he were about to collapse, his face appearing slightly pale.

'So... so letting us have three moves means this?' A Wu Gong practitioner's expression could no longer be held back, disbelief in his eyes, thinking this fellow before him was simply mad.

But Fang Can felt that as his blood volume decreased, his own inspiration and other talents began to shoot upwards.

Watching Fang Can, whose blood trickled steadily, the entire hall fell silent; everyone was stunned into silence by what Fang Can had done.

Suddenly, someone clapped and said, "I understand!"

"What do you understand?" someone nearby asked instinctively.

"It's because these martial artists are too weak that my lord has no desire to fight."

The speaker stated confidently, "My lord intends to push his own state to the limit, then break through during the battle."

"I see, it's just that these martial artists are too pathetic." Immediately, a chorus of boos erupted across the scene.

But what that person said was completely wrong, for at this moment, Fang Can, weakened and bleeding on his body, was actually in his strongest state.

In inspiration, technique, intuition, and luck—all attributes had reached their maximum state.

"So... come at me all together."

Fang Can, his clothes stained with blood, smiled; in his near-death state, blindfolded as he was, he looked just like a holy savior.

The believers below immediately let out a roar, raising their hands high and waving them even more vigorously.

"Croak! My lord, we revere you!"

(End of this chapter)