Chapter 87: Suffer the Hardship of Beauty!

At this moment, on the internet, the drones in the sky had already had several smashed during the initial aftermath of the battle.

The remaining drones immediately pulled up distance, overlooking the entire battlefield from afar.

Through the diligent drones, they were also able to see the entire process of the battle.

Those strange appearances and special weapons, the power and speed transcending limits, opened the eyes of everyone in the live stream, making them shout with satisfaction while simultaneously feeling puzzled in their hearts:

"What's going on? Are the Superpower Lords fighting a civil war?"

"What should we do? They are all Superpower Users; which one should we support?"

"Of course, wait for the official notification. Hate whichever one they tell you to hate; don't disobey orders and randomly draw hate."

"Received!"

And at the Dragon Group headquarters in City A, Ji Donglai looked at the suddenly appeared Reincarnators with anger in his eyes:

"Damn it, you rotten Li Huowang! One Fang Can is one thing, but there are over twenty Superpower Users here, and you told us nothing, right?"

At this moment, on the streets of City Z, Fang Can had transformed into a human meat grinder, slaughtering recklessly.

He was also constantly roaring the classic quote of Santa Claus: "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

In the eyes of these Reincarnators, he was a black-haired, red-eyed Asura crawling out of hell.

Seeing the ape-armed Reincarnator who had initially ambushed him, Fang Can suddenly took several steps forward, intending to tear the opponent apart.

But a second before his fist was about to swing out, a tall woman waved a golden nine-section whip.

As the metal end wrapped around Fang Can's right arm, the woman wanted to pull Fang Can's body back with all her might, but she felt she wasn't pulling a human, but rather like an asteroid meteor.

Unable to delay even a second, Fang Can's right arm suddenly yanked.

The beautiful woman's body, gripping the whip tightly, was instantly pulled over, and what she met next was Fang Can's right fist swinging around.

Watching the right fist gradually enlarge before her eyes, the crisis of death slowly climbed into her heart.

She wanted to scream, but just as the sound surged up her throat, Fang Can's fist had already hammered into her delicate, beautiful face.

"Bang!"

With a sound of flesh exploding, a headless female corpse was blown away by the reaction force.

In the distance, a Reincarnator holding a Gatling machine gun opened fire on Fang Can.

Facing a bullet storm capable of tearing steel into fragments, Fang Can grabbed a Reincarnator's body and held it in front of himself.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Every Gatling bullet, heavy like a small cannonball, hit the Reincarnator, effortlessly tearing his body into shreds.

And while using this corpse as a buffer, the previously powerful and heavy Fang Can's body became as agile as a spirit snake.

As he constantly twisted, dodged, and jumped, it seemed as if the bullets that could tear his flesh apart couldn't even graze his skin.

Compared to other martial artists, his small and agile body allowed him to perform moves that exceeded the flexibility limits of the human body.

And the terrifying strength could push this six-ton body to complete high-difficulty moves with micron-level precision.

Whether it was the Golden Spin, the Thomas Flair, or a double-leg upward fold of 290 degrees, every move was filled with breathtaking beauty.

At this moment, aiming at him were not only the Gatling gun, but also seven or eight other submachine guns and pistols after they pulled back distance.

Countless bullets grazed past his skin; if one hit, it would cause a stun, followed by an endless bullet storm.

But under his dodging, not a single one was able to cause him any harm.

At this moment, Fang Can was a human slaughter weapon.

Whether it was strength, speed, technique, luck, intuition, flexibility, stamina... he achieved the extreme that his body could possibly exert!

In the same realm, no one would dare to guarantee that they could operate the character of Fang Can better than the person himself.

At this moment, Fang Can was the top-tier specialist of his own hero body, knowing all his performance parameters inside out and able to control them perfectly.

'Pfft pfft pfft pfft pfft!'

With the sound of bullets piercing through sleeves, Fang Can, through several dodges and shifts, passed through countless cold shots, and his perfect body stood in front of the Gatling operator.

At this moment, the short sleeves on his upper body had turned into fragments, and his loose long pants were now tattered, with all the fabric below the knees completely shredded.

The Reincarnator looked up and saw a body as if carved by immortals and gods blocking his path; since his face was backlit, his handsome features were hard to see clearly, filled with divinity.

Before he could open his mouth, his body was instantly smashed by a single punch, and blood sprayed out dozens of meters.

Grabbing the opponent's arm and swinging it hard to throw him away, Fang Can then hoisted that Gatling gun onto his shoulder.

"You like shooting so much, then I'll let you shoot your fill!" Fang Can laughed wildly as he pointed the barrel at those Reincarnators.

On the other side, inside a villa in City Z, several Reincarnators, taking advantage of Fang Can's absence, prepared to infiltrate the villa.

But as soon as they entered, Jiang Ningan, holding a sword in her right hand, stood behind them, and immediately drew her blade, instantly chopping the invading Reincarnators into dust.

After dealing with the few intruders, the girl turned, sheathed her sword, and walked back to the living room towards the sofa.

On the sofa, Hearing Liu Qingmeng, whose body had shrunk to that of a sixteen-year-old girl, was lying on her side, looking at the live broadcast on the screen before her with an expression of laziness and charm.

"Master, the intruders have been dealt with," Jiang Ningan said respectfully to the girl.

The girl's slender goose neck lifted slightly, indicating she understood, then her gaze fixed tightly on the scene in the live broadcast, her eyes revealing satisfaction.

The young man slaughtering everywhere in the live broadcast also owed some credit to her careful training over these ten-plus days, which also made a sense of accomplishment rise in her heart.

Glancing lightly at the disciple beside her, Hearing Liu Qingmeng felt that in terms of teaching, Fang Can was much less worrying than this apprentice.

Jiang Ningan, with a confused expression, leaned in and stared at the young man on the live stream, her delicate brows slightly furrowed as she asked, "Is Fang Can's killing qi too intense, making it unfavorable for cultivation?"

"It's fine. Once this Carnival Day ends, he will practice the Yin-Yang Dual Cultivation method."

"Lust is a steel knife that scrapes the bones; in front of a beauty of sixteen years old who erodes human marrow, even the strongest killing qi will dissipate into nothing."

"By then, not only will the killing qi be unable to resist, but his willpower will likely also sink into depravity."

"These past days, Fang Can has passed through the common people's difficult hurdles of aptitude, pain, and obstacles of knowledge; it is time to let him taste the difficulty of beauty."

"Sometimes, what makes one lose oneself is not merely pain, but pleasure."

"If he can successfully endure this trial of feminine allure, his future achievements are promising," Hearing Liu Qingmeng said with a serious expression.

Never expecting that the method Master used to dispel the evil qi was this, Jiang Ningan's peerlessly elegant, beautiful face fell as she said:

"Venerable Master, why go to such lengths? It would be better to simply use the Pure Heart Mantra to eliminate the evil qi."

"Inappropriate. If it were anyone else, I would agree, but he is different."

"With such handsome looks and an inability to lower his pride, the red threads of entanglement in his future will likely be too many to chop through even with a cleaver."

"Rather than letting it brew into a great disaster later, it is better to let him go through the trial of feminine allure now."

(End of this chapter)