Chapter 88: Curse Your Nine Generations into Debt!

Leaving aside the conversation inside the villa, atop a high-rise building two thousand meters away from this street.

A youth was now leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, resting his spirit, paying no heed to the fierce slaughter behind him or the dwindling of his companions.

As an assassin, what he must guarantee is a one-hit kill; if the sniper bullet fails to hit the enemy, any help would only add to the chaos.

As a sniper trained by Eagle Eye and Wesley, he had his own three-no-shoot principles.

First, do not shoot if the power gap is too large.

Because if the power gap is too large, shooting is useless.

Second, do not shoot when the enemy is alert.

The strike must land on the first attempt; at the very beginning of the siege, Fang Can's alertness would be at its peak, making the success rate the lowest.

Third, if I say I won't shoot, I won't shoot.

There is no reason; if I feel I cannot hit, then it is best to flee early, for this profession relies on fate.

Having always upheld these three principles, he has maintained a 100% hit rate since entering the profession, because a single mistake means death.

Lying in ambush on the spot, the constant cries for help from his teammates echoed in the youth's earpiece, yet he remained as unyielding as a rock.

Don't ask; if you ask, it's because I feel I cannot hit. Wait until I feel I can hit before speaking.

Lying low is the reason he has survived until now.

At this moment, Fang Can, fighting alone, had routed the twenty-plus Reincarnators, sending them fleeing in defeat; a casual fist could blast their bodies apart, a kick could shatter their forms, and a palm strike created a pit a zhang deep.

It was as if a human-shaped demon roamed the battlefield, with no one capable of matching him for even a single exchange.

In just a brief moment, more than half of the twenty-plus people had died or been injured under Fang Can's hands, while the remainder desperately increased the distance, still putting up a stubborn resistance.

Grabbing the arm of a Reincarnator casually, Fang Can paused his movement, giving the opponent a chance; the terrified Reincarnator decisively swung his blade to sever his own arm and fled backward in fear.

"How is there still a master?" Fang Can said helplessly, having grown tired of killing.

In his perception, the figure approaching on foot from afar was far more dangerous than the combined total of those twenty-plus people.

Looking from a distance, a middle-aged, emaciated man wearing black-and-white prison clothes was slowly pacing over, followed by five strange figures in bizarre attire.

The emaciated man looked at Fang Can with a serious gaze and said, "You are Fang Can, are you not?"

Seeing Fang Can admit it, the emaciated man suddenly laughed, "Very good. Someone has sent me to take your life."

"Let me introduce myself. My title is Da Li Wang. My superpower is Flesh Shaping, allowing my own flesh and blood to transcend limits."

While speaking, to demonstrate his ability, Da Li Wang's palm began to deform, transforming into eagle claws, bear paws, and various other shapes.

"Although due to the Flesh Suppression Agent, I can only unleash 80% of my power now, that should be sufficient to kill you."

Da Li Wang said with a gentle smile, but as he spoke, he saw Fang Can fall straight to the ground; with a weight of eight tons crashing down, he embedded himself directly into the ground amidst a cloud of dust.

"What are you doing?" Da Li Wang looked at the fallen Fang Can, stunned; how could he have fallen before I even exerted force?

"Oh, didn't you say your power hasn't fully recovered yet?"

Fang Can gently turned to the side, assuming the posture of a sleeping Arhat amidst the constantly cracking ground, and said lazily, "Then I'll wait until you recover before we fight."

"Besides, I'm already tired of killing," Fang Can yawned and said, "so that when I do kill you, you won't feel it's unfair because you weren't at your peak."

Saying this, Fang Can actually closed his eyes and waited patiently; such open and straightforward behavior made Da Li Wang, who was originally arrogant, furrow his brows tightly.

Thinking that he was always the one showing off, only to find himself now being outshone by a youth in terms of aura, a wave of displeasure surged in his heart.

Accompanied by the killing intent surging within his body, his form began to rise section by section.

"Rrrrip! Rrrrip!"

Amidst the Flesh Shaping, Da Li Wang's muscles began to expand and swell bit by bit, growing from his original 1.75-meter short stature into a wild, two-and-a-half-meter monstrosity.

His prison uniform was also burst apart by him, leaving his towering body covered only by a pair of shorts.

At this moment, his fist was larger than Fang Can's head, and the scale of his knee joint even exceeded Fang Can's waist circumference, resembling an ancient, world-conquering demon god.

After his wild transformation, Da Li Wang stared at the youth before him and spoke in a muffled, booming voice, "You weak, short thing, like a dog, how dare you show off in front of me."

Whoosh!

At these words, Fang Can's eyes snapped open, a hint of displeasure in them.

Damn it, how is 1.8 meters short!

Damn it, why does everyone mock him for being short? This thing in front of him, who was only 1.75 meters before transforming, actually has the nerve to mock him.

Very well; the trash talk before the match successfully ignited anger in both of their hearts.

Rising from the ground again, Fang Can looked at the muscular man before him, and blood-red color once more crept into the corners of his eyes.

"Fight! Hurry up and fight!"

All the Reincarnators behind Da Li Wang roared in their hearts; as long as they could kill Fang Can, it wouldn't be a loss.

Seeing Fang Can finally take things seriously, Da Li Wang grinned and said, "By the way, I heard from them that you are also a Luck Ability User, and anyone who opposes you may suffer a backlash of fortune."

While speaking, Da Li Wang produced three coins from somewhere and flicked them out casually.

As they spun and jumped, the three coins actually stood upright on the ground.

Seeing this scene, Fang Can's gaze narrowed slightly.

If the opponent truly threw them casually without cheating, the probability of making three coins stand upright simultaneously is less than one in a hundred thousand.

"Unfortunately, during these 12 hours, I happen to be an Ability User in this area as well; your luck means nothing to me."

Saying this, Da Li Wang laughed wildly, "I heard that when powerful Luck Superpower Users fight, those who suffer harm are not only the enemies, but also the nine generations of their opponents."

"Fang Can, tremble in fear within my fortune."

Da Li Wang pointed his finger at Fang Can and said:

"Today, I, Da Li Wang, will not only beat you to death, but your nine generations will also all perish violently under my fortune."

"I, Da Li Wang, will rely on this single transmission of Luck to curse you and your nine generations, including your parents, wife, brothers, and sisters, to death!!!"

After delivering these threats, seeing the silent Fang Can, Da Li Wang thought the other was afraid.

Yet he never expected that, in the next instant, Fang Can covered his face with one hand and burst into wild laughter.

"Hahahaha!!!!!"

"Fine then, let this battle be wagered upon each of our nine clans!"

On Fang Can's handsome face, the smile gradually turned grotesque: "Let us see whose luck is better, with each of our nine clans as the unit of combat!"

"I, Fang Can, lay down my words here today."

"I will not only beat you to death, punch by punch, alive!"

"I will also beat your nine clans into arrears!"

(End of this chapter)