Chapter 87: Suffer the Bitterness of Beauty!

At this moment, on the internet, several drones in the sky had been shattered by the residual shockwaves of the initial battle.

The remaining drones immediately pulled back to a distance, overlooking the entire battlefield from afar.

Through the diligent drones, they witnessed the full course of the battle.

The bizarre appearances, specialized weapons, and powers exceeding all limits opened the viewers’ eyes and stirred wild cheers, yet also sparked confusion:

“What’s going on? Are the superpowered ones fighting each other?”

“What should we do? They’re all superpowered—whose side should we support?”

“Of course wait for official orders—hate whoever they tell you to hate, don’t disobey and stir up random hatred.”

“Understood!”

…

At the Long Group headquarters in City A, Ji Donglai glared with fury at the sudden appearance of the Reincarnators.

“Fucking Wang Lanhuo—just one Fang Can was bad enough, but now there are over twenty superpowered ones here, and not a word to us?”

At this moment, on the streets of City Z, Fang Can had become a human meat grinder, slaughtering without restraint.

He continuously roared the classic catchphrase of Santa Claus: “Slash! Slash! Slash!”

To these Reincarnators, he was a black-haired, crimson-eyed asura risen from hell.

Spotting the monkey-armed Reincarnator who had first ambushed him, Fang Can lunged forward several steps to tear him apart.

But one second before his fist could strike, a tall woman swung a golden nine-section whip.

As the metal end coiled around Fang Can’s right arm, the woman tried to yank him back—but felt she was pulling not a human, but a meteor.

Not even a fraction of a second slowed him; Fang Can’s right arm jerked violently.

The beautiful woman, gripping the whip, was instantly yanked forward—and met his swinging right fist.

Watching the fist slowly fill her vision, the threat of death crept up her heart.

She tried to scream, but the sound had barely reached her throat when Fang Can’s fist slammed into her delicate face.

“Crack!”

With a burst of ruptured flesh, a headless female corpse was flung backward by the recoil.

Far away, a Reincarnator raised a Gatling gun and opened fire on Fang Can.

Facing a storm of bullets capable of shredding steel, Fang Can snatched a Reincarnator’s body and held it before himself.

“Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!”

Each Gatling bullet, heavy as a small artillery shell, struck the Reincarnator and effortlessly tore his body into shreds.

Using the corpse as a shield, Fang Can’s previously powerful frame now moved like a nimble serpent.

Twisting, dodging, leaping—those bullets, capable of rending flesh, couldn’t even scratch his skin.

His small, agile frame, compared to other warriors, allowed him to perform movements beyond human flexibility limits.

His terrifying strength propelled his six-ton body to execute high-precision movements measured in micrometers.

Whether the Golden Spiral, the Thomas Flair, or a 290-degree leg lift, every motion radiated breathtaking beauty.

At this moment, the targets aimed at him weren’t just the Gatling gun, but also seven or eight other submachine guns and pistols that had pulled back.

Countless bullets grazed his skin—any hit would cause stiffness, followed by an endless storm of bullets.

Yet under his evasion, not a single one inflicted damage.

At this moment, Fang Can was a human killing machine.

In strength, speed, technique, luck, instinct, flexibility, stamina—he had pushed every attribute to the absolute limit of his body!

Among peers, no one would dare claim they could perform the Fang Can role better than he himself.

At this moment, Fang Can was the supreme master of his own hero body, intimately aware of every performance parameter and perfectly in control.

“Sssssss!”

As bullets pierced his sleeves one after another, Fang Can weaved through countless ambushes, his flawless body blocking the Gatling gun operator’s path.

His short-sleeved top had been reduced to rags; his loose pants were now shredded, fabric below the knees entirely torn away.

The Reincarnator looked up and saw a body before him, as if carved by celestial hands—his face, backlit, remained obscured, radiating a divine aura.

Before he could speak, his body was instantly crushed by a punch, blood spraying dozens of meters away.

Fang Can grabbed the arm and hurled the corpse aside, then lifted the Gatling gun onto his shoulder.

“You love shooting? Then I’ll let you shoot until you’re satisfied!” Fang Can roared, swinging the barrel toward the Reincarnator.

…

In another villa in City Z, several Reincarnators seized the opportunity of Fang Can’s absence to sneak inside.

But as soon as they entered, Jiang Ningan, sword in right hand, stood behind them—and in an instant, drew her blade and reduced the intruders to dust.

After eliminating the intruders, the girl turned, sheathed her sword, and walked back to the living room.

On the sofa, Liu Qingmeng, now shrunk to the form of a sixteen-year-old girl, lay on her side, gazing lazily and seductively at the live stream on the screen.

“Master, the intruders have been dealt with,” Jiang Ningan said respectfully.

The girl lifted her slender neck slightly, acknowledging her, then fixed her gaze on the live footage, her eyes filled with satisfaction.

The boy’s slaughter on-screen owed much to her meticulous training over these past days, stirring a sense of accomplishment within her.

Glancing briefly at her disciple, Liu Qingmeng felt Fang Can was far easier to teach than this girl.

Jiang Ningan, looking puzzled, leaned closer to watch the boy on-screen, her brows slightly furrowed: “Master, isn’t Fang Can’s murderous aura too strong? Won’t it harm his cultivation?”

“No concern. After this Carnival Day ends, he will begin practicing the Yin-Yang Absorption Art.”

“Beauty is a blade that scrapes the bone; before a bewitching beauty of eighteen, even the fiercest murderous aura dissolves into nothing.”

“At that time, not only will the murderous aura fail to resist, but his will may also sink into decadence.”

“These days, Fang Can has already passed the common trials of talent, pain, and cognitive barriers—now it’s time for him to taste the hardship of beauty.”

“Sometimes, what ensnares a man isn’t pain, but pleasure.”

“If he can endure this trial of female allure, his future achievements will be promising,” Liu Qingmeng said solemnly.

Unprepared for her master’s method of dispelling murderous aura, Jiang Ningan’s exquisite face fell:

“Master, why go to such lengths? Why not simply use the Pure Heart Spell to dispel the aura?”

“Not advisable. For others, I’d allow it—but he is different.”

“So handsome, yet refuses to humble himself—his future entanglements with women will be so numerous even a cleaver couldn’t cut them all.”

“Better to face the trial of beauty now than let it become a catastrophe later.”

(End of Chapter)