[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy":3,"chapter-this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-87":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","This High Martial World Is Too Crazy",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2300975,4500,"Chapter 87: Suffer the Bitterness of Beauty!","this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-87",87,"\u003Cp>At this moment, on the internet, several drones in the sky had been shattered by the residual shockwaves of the initial battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remaining drones immediately pulled back to a distance, overlooking the entire battlefield from afar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the diligent drones, they witnessed the full course of the battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bizarre appearances, specialized weapons, and powers exceeding all limits opened the viewers’ eyes and stirred wild cheers, yet also sparked confusion:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s going on? Are the superpowered ones fighting each other?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What should we do? They’re all superpowered—whose side should we support?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course wait for official orders—hate whoever they tell you to hate, don’t disobey and stir up random hatred.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Understood!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the Long Group headquarters in City A, Ji Donglai glared with fury at the sudden appearance of the Reincarnators.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“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?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, on the streets of City Z, Fang Can had become a human meat grinder, slaughtering without restraint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He continuously roared the classic catchphrase of Santa Claus: “Slash! Slash! Slash!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To these Reincarnators, he was a black-haired, crimson-eyed asura risen from hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spotting the monkey-armed Reincarnator who had first ambushed him, Fang Can lunged forward several steps to tear him apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But one second before his fist could strike, a tall woman swung a golden nine-section whip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even a fraction of a second slowed him; Fang Can’s right arm jerked violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beautiful woman, gripping the whip, was instantly yanked forward—and met his swinging right fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the fist slowly fill her vision, the threat of death crept up her heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tried to scream, but the sound had barely reached her throat when Fang Can’s fist slammed into her delicate face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Crack!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a burst of ruptured flesh, a headless female corpse was flung backward by the recoil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far away, a Reincarnator raised a Gatling gun and opened fire on Fang Can.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing a storm of bullets capable of shredding steel, Fang Can snatched a Reincarnator’s body and held it before himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each Gatling bullet, heavy as a small artillery shell, struck the Reincarnator and effortlessly tore his body into shreds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using the corpse as a shield, Fang Can’s previously powerful frame now moved like a nimble serpent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twisting, dodging, leaping—those bullets, capable of rending flesh, couldn’t even scratch his skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His small, agile frame, compared to other warriors, allowed him to perform movements beyond human flexibility limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His terrifying strength propelled his six-ton body to execute high-precision movements measured in micrometers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether the Golden Spiral, the Thomas Flair, or a 290-degree leg lift, every motion radiated breathtaking beauty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless bullets grazed his skin—any hit would cause stiffness, followed by an endless storm of bullets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet under his evasion, not a single one inflicted damage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Fang Can was a human killing machine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In strength, speed, technique, luck, instinct, flexibility, stamina—he had pushed every attribute to the absolute limit of his body!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among peers, no one would dare claim they could perform the Fang Can role better than he himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Fang Can was the supreme master of his own hero body, intimately aware of every performance parameter and perfectly in control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sssssss!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As bullets pierced his sleeves one after another, Fang Can weaved through countless ambushes, his flawless body blocking the Gatling gun operator’s path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His short-sleeved top had been reduced to rags; his loose pants were now shredded, fabric below the knees entirely torn away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could speak, his body was instantly crushed by a punch, blood spraying dozens of meters away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Can grabbed the arm and hurled the corpse aside, then lifted the Gatling gun onto his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You love shooting? Then I’ll let you shoot until you’re satisfied!” Fang Can roared, swinging the barrel toward the Reincarnator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In another villa in City Z, several Reincarnators seized the opportunity of Fang Can’s absence to sneak inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After eliminating the intruders, the girl turned, sheathed her sword, and walked back to the living room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, the intruders have been dealt with,” Jiang Ningan said respectfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl lifted her slender neck slightly, acknowledging her, then fixed her gaze on the live footage, her eyes filled with satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy’s slaughter on-screen owed much to her meticulous training over these past days, stirring a sense of accomplishment within her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Glancing briefly at her disciple, Liu Qingmeng felt Fang Can was far easier to teach than this girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No concern. After this Carnival Day ends, he will begin practicing the Yin-Yang Absorption Art.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Beauty is a blade that scrapes the bone; before a bewitching beauty of eighteen, even the fiercest murderous aura dissolves into nothing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“At that time, not only will the murderous aura fail to resist, but his will may also sink into decadence.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“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.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sometimes, what ensnares a man isn’t pain, but pleasure.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If he can endure this trial of female allure, his future achievements will be promising,” Liu Qingmeng said solemnly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unprepared for her master’s method of dispelling murderous aura, Jiang Ningan’s exquisite face fell:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, why go to such lengths? Why not simply use the Pure Heart Spell to dispel the aura?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not advisable. For others, I’d allow it—but he is different.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So handsome, yet refuses to humble himself—his future entanglements with women will be so numerous even a cleaver couldn’t cut them all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Better to face the trial of beauty now than let it become a catastrophe later.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1116,"2026-06-20T07:05:46.054Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","5d9f86cb13baa5f2cd3ea9bb06570c291024c00f643f7c6314cc5468ee1c0d08","this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-88","this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-86",368,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthis-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-cover.jpg"]