Chapter 67: Crushing

Anger, extreme anger.

Watching Fang Can surrounded and cheered on by a crowd of fans.

Yet they, more than ten martial artists fighting as guests, were met with a chorus of boos; the treatment was worlds apart.

Humiliated by Fang Can again and again, they could endure it no longer.

"I can't take it anymore!"

Filled with boundless rage, one martial artist in a short-sleeved tank top thrust his right fist forward instantly, crossing a distance of over ten meters, driving his right fist straight into Fang Can's chest.

"I, Lei Li, am going to beat you, this bean sprout, to death!"

Without any warning, though his eyes could not see, Fang Can's body slid like a sheet of paper.

Shifting sideways on flat ground by merely two inches, he grazed past the other's right fist, narrowly dodging Lei Li's attack.

Just as it seemed he would evade, in the next instant, Lei Li's hands descended like eagle claws, digging viciously into the tiled ground.

Using the ground as a fulcrum, his body, suspended in mid-air, halted abruptly, twisted ninety degrees, and then his right leg came down from above, striking Fang Can's forehead with full force.

"Boom!"

As the dust cleared, the ground beneath had been trampled into powder, yet Fang Can stood unscathed before him, having narrowly dodged his attack.

"A coincidence? No, he's perceiving the attack through his skin!"

At that moment, the expressions of the fifteen martial artists on site turned grave; all understood that the battle the youth before them spoke of was no game.

Dodging attacks merely by sensing wind direction on the body's surface was indeed superior in technique to them by far.

"In my current state, my intuition can already vaguely sense these people's attacks and conditions."

Fang Can calculated silently, his eyes covered.

His current state was more akin to "the autumn wind stirs not, yet the cicada senses it first" or "Peter's sudden jolt"; without needing external aids, his body instinctively avoided danger.

'I don't believe you can dodge one, let alone ten or a hundred.'

A flash of cold light crossed Lei Li's eyes as his fist roared out like a heavy cannon.

In merely a single breath, his body executed more than a dozen changes of form, moving so fast that afterimages danced.

Whether fist, finger, leg, shoulder, or back, all became weapons of death.

Yet Fang Can seemed to possess foresight, each time barely grazing past his swinging fist to dodge the attack.

Seeing Lei Li seemed unable to subdue Fang Can, a martial artist from afar shouted loudly: "Brother Lei, I'll aid you!"

"I'll come too!"

"Count me in!"

In an instant, those who responded gathered; more than ten martial artists rushed up together, surrounding Fang Can in their midst.

These people knew clearly that once Fang Can chose to injure himself to fight them, they had already lost half the battle.

Facing an injured opponent, even if they won, there would be little glory; better to crush Fang Can quickly in one go.

"Damn it, bad luck today, running into a madman." As one of the dozen martial artists, Ye Hua felt only ill fortune; after all, against such an opponent, winning held little interest.

With the intent to end the fight swiftly, combining the strength of over a dozen people, whether fist, finger, blade, or sword, these martial artists coordinated to prepare to slaughter Fang Can.

Facing their combined assault, Fang Can, standing at the center of the crowd, said calmly: "The strength is sufficient, but..."

Almost instantly, Fang Can's body became a blur, evading every surprise attack with a contortion exceeding human limits, dodging all techniques while suspended in mid-air.

"Clang!" Amidst a ring of clashing metal, everyone turned back warily.

Fang Can was already far away, finishing his remaining words: "Speed and technique are far too lacking."

'How is this possible!' The martial artists on site widened their eyes, staring at the distant Fang Can; they could barely make out his speed.

'How is this possible!' Lei Li and the other dozen martial artists roared inwardly, for if the positions were reversed, they would have already perished in that single move.

"It seems I overestimated you; I originally thought you could pose a threat to me." Fang Can sounded somewhat regretful.

He had truly overestimated these martial artists; after activating Xiehu Shishen, his current strength was no less than that of a conventional Xuanguan Ninth Realm martial artist.

'Forget it, let's end this quickly.' Fang Can thought, having no interest in a spar.

"So, do you want to know the gap between us?"

Fang Can raised his fist, facing the dozen martial artists: "Let me teach you what speed is..."

"Not good!" Almost instantly, these martial artists felt every single hair on their bodies stand on end.

Before they could react, Fang Can crossed several meters, arriving before Lei Li, raising his right fist high and saying: "Technique!"

"This is my Ba Lei Huang Quan!" Seeing Fang Can's starting stance, Lei Li roared inwardly.

A technique he had practiced for over ten years, when displayed in Fang Can's hands, appeared even more domineering, creating a huge psychological gap for him.

Looking at his opponent, Lei Li crossed his hands to block in front of him, wanting to stop this punch.

In the next moment, Fang Can's fist struck Lei Li's arm like a meteor.

"Crack... crack... crack..."

Amidst a series of shattering sounds, his arms shattered inch by inch under this punch, finally slamming into his chest with terrifying kinetic energy.

In an instant, Lei Li's chest shattered, his figure flying backward like a meteor, with bloody foam and fragments of internal organs scattering in the air.

His chest had been forcibly blasted open by Fang Can into a huge gaping wound.

Only then did Fang Can's voice arrive belatedly: "... and power!"

Shock; the minds of those on site were almost stunned for a moment.

Even knowing there would be a gap, they never imagined the gap was this large!

Ye Hua wanted to turn his head to look at Lei Li, but a voice like a ghost sounded from behind.

"You'd better take care of yourself."

"Hah!" Almost instantly, Ye Hua thrust his elbow backward, but struck nothing.

And before his eyes, a blindfolded man who seemed both divine and demonic had, at some unknown moment, raised his fist high, with mountain-toppling power about to erupt from his opponent's arm.

'I'm going to die... I'm going to die!'

Driven by the will to survive, Ye Hua shouted with a roar, "I surrender!"

"Boom!"

Almost instantly, a thunderous, heavy explosion rang out from Ye Hua's forehead.

Fang Can's fist stopped steadily just before his brow; immediately afterward, a fierce burst of Qi blew Ye Hua's hairpin away, sending his mass of black hair dancing in the wind.

Terrified, Ye Hua dropped to his knees; the sensation of having walked past the Gate of Ghosts made his legs turn to jelly.

Had he moved forward but a single inch, his head might have exploded just like Lei Li's broad and open heart.

"Duck quickly! That guy is behind you!"

"Damn it, I'll fight you to the death!"

"He's right here with me; come help me quickly."

Before Ye Hua, the remaining dozen or so martial artists had fallen into chaos, for Fang Can was like an assassin slipping through shadows.

Though the arena was clearly vast and open, the opponent's form was ghostly; each punch landed from a blind spot in his vision, and every casual strike was like the scythe swung by Death himself.

In merely a few seconds, all dozen or so martial artists who had challenged him together were sent flying, their bones broken and tendons snapped.

Only after laying all of them low did Fang Can's crushing footsteps finally stop.

Looking down at his own fist, Fang Can realized clearly that just now he had nearly been unable to control the desire to kill.

(End of this chapter)