Chapter 88: Beat Your Nine Clans Into Arrears!

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

A teenager leaned against the wall, eyes closed, calmly resting, ignoring the fierce battle behind him and the demise of his comrades.

As an assassin, his duty is to ensure a single lethal strike; if his sniper bullet misses, aiding others only causes chaos.

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

First, don’t shoot if the opponent’s strength vastly exceeds yours.

Because if the strength gap is too great, shooting is pointless.

Second, don’t shoot when the enemy is alert.

Your strike must land with perfect precision; during the initial assault, Fang Can’s vigilance is at its peak—making success least likely.

Third, if you say you won’t shoot, then you won’t shoot.

No reason needed—if you feel you can’t hit, it’s best to flee early; this line of work believes in fate.

Having strictly followed these three rules since he began, he has maintained a 100% hit rate, because one mistake means death.

Lying in wait, the teenager heard his teammates’ constant cries for help through his earpiece, yet he remained as immovable as a rock.

Don’t ask—ask and you’ll hear: “I feel I can’t hit him.” Wait until I feel I can.

Hiding, that’s why he’s still alive.

…

At this moment, Fang Can fought alone, crushing over twenty reincarnators into panicked flight—each casual punch shattered their bodies, each kick shattered their limbs, each palm strike carved a pit a zhang deep.

He moved like a living monster across the battlefield, none could stand against him a single moment.

In mere moments, more than half of the twenty-plus reincarnators lay dead or wounded; the survivors desperately retreated, still fighting back with all their strength.

Fang Can casually grabbed a reincarnator’s arm—his motion paused, giving the man an opening; the terrified reincarnator immediately severed his own arm and scrambled backward in fear.

“How are there still experts?” Fang Can sighed, tired of killing.

In his perception, the man walking toward him from afar posed a greater threat than the combined danger of all twenty-plus reincarnators.

Far off, a thin, middle-aged man in black-and-white prison garb walked slowly forward, followed by five bizarrely dressed figures.

The thin man stared solemnly at Fang Can and asked: “You are Fang Can?”

Seeing Fang Can acknowledge it, the thin man suddenly smiled: “Good. Someone sent me to take your life.”

“Let me introduce myself—I am the Strong King. My ability is flesh sculpting—I can push my flesh beyond its limits.”

As he spoke, to demonstrate, his palm twisted into shapes: eagle talons, bear paws, and more.

“Though due to flesh suppressants, I can only unleash 80% of my power now, it should be enough to kill you.”

The Strong King smiled warmly—but then saw Fang Can collapse straight to the ground, his 8-ton weight striking the earth and embedding itself in a cloud of dust.

“What are you doing?” The Strong King stared, stunned. He hadn’t even moved yet, and Fang Can was already down.

“Oh, you said your strength isn’t fully restored yet.”

Fang Can rolled slightly on the ground, cracking the earth beneath him, assuming the reclining Arhat posture with lazy ease: “Then wait until you’re fully recovered before we fight.”

“Besides, I’m already tired of killing,” Fang Can yawned. “I’d hate for you to die feeling you weren’t at your peak.”

Saying this, Fang Can actually closed his eyes and waited patiently—this open, unshakable demeanor tightened the Strong King’s brow.

The thought that he, who always dominated with arrogance, was now being out-arroganced by a boy filled him with simmering rage.

With the surge of killing intent from within, his body began to stretch upward.

“Sssch! Sssch!”

As his flesh sculpted, the Strong King’s muscles swelled and expanded inch by inch—his stature rose from 1.75 meters to a monstrous 2.5 meters.

His prison uniform burst apart; his towering frame now wore only shorts.

His fists were larger than Fang Can’s head; his knee joints exceeded Fang Can’s waist circumference—he looked like a godlike demon.

After his monstrous transformation, the Strong King glared down at the boy, voice rumbling: “You puny, short, dog-like thing—you dare show off arrogance to me?”

Swish!

At those words, Fang Can’s eyes snapped open, a flicker of irritation in them.

Fuck, I’m 1.8 meters tall—how am I short?!

Why does everyone mock my height? This guy was only 1.75 meters before transformation—and he dares mock me?!

Perfect. Their pre-battle trash talk had ignited fury in both.

Fang Can rose from the ground, staring at the giant before him—his eyes once again flooded with crimson.

“Fight! Fight now!”

The reincarnator behind the Strong King screamed inwardly—so long as Fang Can died, it was worth it.

Seeing Fang Can finally serious, the Strong King smirked: “By the way, I heard you’re a fortune ability user—anyone who opposes you risks cosmic backlash.”

As he spoke, the Strong King pulled out three coins from nowhere and flicked them casually.

As they spun and leapt, the three coins stood perfectly upright on the ground.

Fang Can’s gaze sharpened slightly.

If the man truly threw them without cheating, the odds of three coins standing upright simultaneously were less than one in a hundred thousand.

“Unfortunately, during these twelve hours, I too am an ability user in this field—your fortune means nothing to me.”

The Strong King laughed wildly: “I heard powerful fortune users cause not just their enemies, but their opponents’ nine clans to suffer fate’s retribution.”

“Fang Can, tremble within my fortune.”

The Strong King pointed at Fang Can.

“Today, I, the Strong King, won’t just beat you to death—I’ll curse your nine clans to die within my fortune.”

“I, the Strong King, will use this true transmission of fortune to curse your parents, wife, brothers, sisters—all nine clans—to die alive!”

After delivering his threat, seeing Fang Can’s silence, the Strong King assumed the boy was terrified.

He didn’t expect the next moment—Fang Can covered his face and burst into wild laughter.

“Hahahahahaha!!!”

“Fine! Let this battle decide the fate of our nine clans!”

On Fang Can’s handsome face, his smile twisted into something monstrous: “Let’s see whose fortune is stronger—our nine clans as the stakes!”

“I, Fang Can, declare this today.”

“I won’t just punch you to death—”

“I’ll beat your nine clans into arrears!”

(End of Chapter)