Chapter 89: The Nine Clans as Bets!

On the street, Fang Can and Dali Wang stared at each other, tempers flaring.

Their exchange of insults successfully ignited each other’s true fury.

Intense killing intent erupted from Dali Wang’s body, making those nearby feel as if the ground beneath their feet was soaked in blood.

“This level of killing intent—no wonder Dali Wang killed over three hundred people.” The Lunhuizhe watching from afar felt their hearts surge, certain the outcome was settled.

But in the next instant, Fang Can’s heart image surged forward without warning, crushing Dali Wang.

If Dali Wang’s killing intent had been a stream of blood, Fang Can’s aura, forged from the convergence of consciousness, was like a towering tidal wave ready to obliterate all before it.

In an instant, Dali Wang felt himself trapped at the boundary between heaven and earth, drowned by an ocean of blood.

Before the power of nature, he felt utterly insignificant.

“Damn it, I forgot to cast the brain-sealing spell on Dali Wang!” The Lunhuizhe behind him, scarred across his face, cursed inwardly and immediately raised his wand to cast a correction.

Dali Wang, barely recovering from the mental assault that had nearly forced him to his knees, saw the young boy before him with arms crossed and a mocking grin.

“You’re this weak? Still need outside help?”

Fang Can sneered, glancing lightly at the surrounding Lunhuizhe .

Is this guy the one who sealed everyone’s consciousness?

Dali Wang’s face flushed crimson. He coldly addressed the Lunhuizhe behind him: “No more interference. I can handle him alone.”

As he spoke, he turned back, forcing bravado: “If all you’ve got are childish tricks, then prepare to die.”

“Enough talk. Fight already. I’ll let you strike first.” Fang Can waved his hand impatiently.

If he’d truly moved earlier, he’d have already landed hundreds of punches while Dali Wang was under his heart image’s control—what’s he playing at?

…

The entire city had descended into chaos.

Because Fang Can and the Lunhuizhe ’s battle diverted all support, large groups of rioters were rampaging unchecked through the streets.

But the chaos elsewhere no longer mattered—every eye across the nation was fixed on the two men facing off, waiting for the battle to ignite.

Watching the tense standoff, Luanhuowang nearly tore his flag in excitement.

“So good! So damn good! Better than anything!”

“Same physical strength. Same luck-based ability. Opponents perfectly matched—fighting to the death with their nine clans as stakes.”

“It’s like holding back at the moment of release, tensing every muscle in your body. To witness a fight like this? Worth dying for!”

Watching the video, Luanhuowang’s trembling hands switched the track to a more powerful song.

Accompanied by pounding drums, the once-famous pre-Collapse anthem “YMCA” blared out.

With the thunderous beat, let us tally and assess the stakes of this battle.

The nine clans consist of four paternal, three maternal, and two marital branches.

Specifically: parents, siblings, children, children of paternal aunts, nephews, grandsons through daughters, maternal grandparents, maternal uncles, father-in-law, mother-in-law.

Regarding parents and siblings, both men were evenly matched—each had one pair of parents and no brothers or sisters.

As for cousins—paternal or maternal—Fang Can’s numbers were not significantly different.

But because Fang Can was unmarried, his disadvantage in the marital branch was glaringly obvious.

Thus, in this battle with nine clans as collateral, Fang Can held seven shares, while Dali Wang held nine—clearly holding the upper hand.

Even those uneducated knew that if both sides’ clans diminished at equal rates, the one with more shares would endure longer.

So from the very start, Fang Can was at a disadvantage.

If their fortunes were equal and the battle dragged on, Fang Can’s nine-clan reserves would likely run out.

Outside Z City, Fang Can’s and Dali Wang’s parents and siblings watched the live feed in terror, stunned that even thousands of kilometers away, they were still caught in the crossfire.

“Damn it, this disobedient brat is gambling with our lives!” Fang Tao, staring at Fang Can on screen, raged—this behavior was the ultimate betrayal of filial piety.

Beside him, Yang Huaqin looked anxious—shocked by her son’s power, yet terrified that she had been dragged into a battle between supernatural beings.

Not just them—every relative of Fang Can and Dali Wang was petrified, wishing they could disown themselves from the clan immediately.

Once the nine clans had been fully accounted for, the next instant, as their eyes locked, Dali Wang swung his fist—the size of his own head—forward with full force!

As his fist broke through the air like water, Fang Can’s raised right leg struck Dali Wang’s cheek first, swift and powerful.

“Boom!”

With a deafening explosion, Dali Wang’s body was flung backward, as if cleaved by a multi-ton axe, plowing through the ground and crashing into a nearby shop.

With a clatter of falling debris, bricks and rubble buried his body.

Simultaneously, in a hotel in C City, as Dali Wang was struck, the lights in Fang Tao’s hotel flickered violently and then went dark.

Dali Wang’s parents stared in fear at their suddenly cracked water cup.

Beyond physical strength, the battle over fortune had officially begun!

“Fang Can, I’ll kill you!”

The next instant, with a thunderous crash, Dali Wang shook off the rubble, fixing Fang Can with a gaze brimming with murderous intent.

His hands had transformed into blades of steel.

As he charged toward Fang Can, the blades sliced the ground, carving a thin, spreading fissure beneath his feet.

In the next moment, a sharp slash swept through the air—but Fang Can sidestepped it. The razor-edged wind behind him split a wooden shelf cleanly in two.

Dali Wang’s blade-hands slashed relentlessly; each swing of his sword-like wind could leave marks on steel.

“Die! Die! Die!”

Dali Wang roared—but in the next second, his chest was crushed inward by a punch, the pain forcing his scream into silence.

As his flesh and muscle writhed, the indentation rebounded, leaving only slight swelling—no serious damage.

“Weak technique. Aside from thick skin, I overestimated you.”

Fang Can sneered: “Now I’ll beat you to death.”

As he spoke, Dali Wang’s pupils contracted violently as countless shadowy punches surged toward him in a relentless barrage.

“Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom…”

In an instant, dozens of punches, each weighing a hundred tons, surrounded Dali Wang. He tried to fight back—but every strike missed the boy entirely.

Meanwhile, far away, the long-silent sniper suddenly opened his eyes wide.

His instinct told him—the moment had come.

(End of Chapter)