Chapter 67: Crushing

Anger, immense anger

Watching Fang Can surrounded by cheering fans

While they, over a dozen warriors, fought away from home and were met with nothing but boos—this treatment was worlds apart

Repeatedly humiliated by Fang Can, they could no longer endure

“I can’t take it anymore!”

Filled with furious rage, one warrior in a sleeveless vest thrust his right fist forward, crossing ten meters in an instant, aiming straight for Fang Can’s chest

“I, Lei Li, am going to beat this sprout to death!”

Without warning, though his eyes were blind, Fang Can’s body slid like paper

Merely shifting two inches sideways, he brushed past the fist, narrowly avoiding Lei Li’s strike

Just as he seemed to have evaded it, Lei Li’s hands snapped down like hawk talons, embedding deep into the tile floor

Using the anchor point, his airborne body halted abruptly, twisting ninety degrees before his right leg came crashing down from above, aimed straight at Fang Can’s skull

“Crash!”

As the dust cleared, the ground beneath his foot had been pulverized to powder—but Fang Can stood unharmed before him, having just barely dodged the blow

“Lucky? No—this is sensing attacks through his skin!”

At that moment, the fifteen warriors present grew solemn, all realizing the boy’s combat was no joke

Simply by sensing wind currents through his skin, he evaded attacks—his skill far surpassed theirs

“In this state, my intuition can already faintly sense these people’s attacks and their conditions”

Fang Can thought to himself, eyes covered

His current state was like a cicada sensing autumn wind before it stirs, or Peter’s instinctive flinch—he didn’t need external cues; his body instinctively avoided danger

“I don’t believe you can dodge one strike, let alone ten or a hundred!”

Lei Li’s eyes flashed with cold light, his fist launching like a cannonball

In a single breath, his body changed tactics over a dozen times, limbs moving so fast they left afterimages

Every punch, finger jab, kick, shoulder, and back became a lethal weapon

Yet Fang Can moved as if he could predict each strike, each time barely brushing past the blows

Seeing Lei Li struggling to subdue Fang Can, a warrior far away shouted: “Lei Brother, let me help you!”

“Count me in!”

“Add me too!”

……

In an instant, others rallied, over a dozen warriors surging forward to surround Fang Can

These men knew clearly: the moment Fang Can chose to fight them while handicapped, they had already lost half the battle

Facing an injured opponent, even if they won, they’d gain no glory—better to strike together and end this quickly

“Damn it, bad luck today—ran into a lunatic,” Ye Hua, one of the dozen warriors, felt cursed; such an opponent wasn’t worth winning against

Driven by the need for a swift end, the dozen warriors combined their strength—fists, fingers, blades, swords—coordinating to crush Fang Can

Facing their combined assault, Fang Can, standing at the center, said calmly: “Your strength is enough—but…”

In an instant, his body became a blur, twisting beyond human limits to evade every strike, dodging all attacks midair

“Clang!” A metallic clash rang out; all turned sharply

Fang Can was already far away, finishing his words: “...your speed and technique are far too weak”

“How is this possible!” The warriors’ eyes widened, staring at Fang Can from afar—they could barely make out his speed

“How is this possible!” Lei Li and the dozen warriors screamed inwardly; had they been in his place, they’d already be dead from that single strike

“Looks like I overestimated you. I thought you might pose a threat,” Fang Can said, disappointed

He’d truly overestimated these warriors; after activating Evil Tiger Devouring Body, his current strength rivaled that of a standard Xuanguan Ninth Layer warrior

“Enough. Let’s end this,” Fang Can thought, no longer in the mood for sparring

“So you want to know the gap between us?”

Fang Can raised his fist, facing the dozen warriors: “Let me teach you what speed truly is…”

“No good!” Instantly, several warriors felt every hair on their bodies stand on end

Before they could react, Fang Can crossed several meters in an instant, appearing before Lei Li, raising his right fist: “Technique!”

“That’s my Mighty Thunder Emperor Fist!” Lei Li screamed inwardly, seeing Fang Can’s opening stance

His own technique, practiced for over a decade, looked far more brutal in Fang Can’s hands—creating a crushing psychological disparity

Seeing his opponent, Lei Li crossed his arms before his face, trying to block the punch

The next instant, Fang Can’s fist slammed into Lei Li’s arm like a meteor

“Crack… crack… crack…”

A series of shattering sounds followed—his arms shattered limb by limb under the blow, then the overwhelming kinetic force slammed into his chest

In an instant, Lei Li’s chest burst open, his body flying backward like a falling star, blood and organ fragments spraying through the air

His chest had been forcibly torn open by Fang Can into a gaping wound

Only then did Fang Can’s voice finally reach them: “...and power!”

Shock—these people’s minds nearly froze

Even expecting a gap, they never imagined it would be this vast

Ye Hua wanted to turn and look at Lei Li, but a ghostly voice spoke behind him

“Worry about yourself first”

“Aah!” Instantly, Ye Hua drove his elbow backward—but hit nothing

Before his eyes, a blind figure, godlike and demonic, had already raised his fist high—power surging like a tidal wave from his arm

“Die… I’m going to die!”

Driven by survival instinct, Ye Hua screamed: “I surrender!”

“Boom!”

Instantly, a thunderous impact rang from Ye Hua’s forehead

Fang Can’s fist halted perfectly before his brow—its force blew his hairpin away, sending his black hair swirling in the wind

Ye Hua knelt in terror, legs trembling from having brushed against death

One inch forward, his head would have exploded like Lei Li’s opened chest

“Dodge! He’s behind you!”

“Damn it, I’ll fight you to the death!”

“He’s here—help me!”

Before Ye Hua, the remaining dozen warriors were in chaos—Fang Can moved like a shadow assassin

Though the arena was wide and open, his form was spectral, striking from every blind spot, each punch like the Reaper’s scythe

In mere seconds, all dozen warriors were sent flying, bones broken, tendons torn

Only after knocking them all down did Fang Can’s crushing footsteps finally stop

Looking down at his fist, Fang Can knew he’d nearly lost control—he’d almost given in to the urge to kill

(End of Chapter)