Chapter 91: Body Split Attack

The bullet didn’t hit the brain?

Is this guy still… alive?

The thought that the boy who had just appeared godlike and demonic, filling them with terror, was still alive, instantly silenced the earlier laughter.

The body split in two showed not a single drop of blood, as if it were merely a severed figurine.

But one of the Lunhuizhe immediately countered: “Impossible—look at his third eye, the bullet entered dead center. His brain can’t possibly be on the left like his heart.”

After speaking, through the mental link, the Lunhuizhe viewed through Bai Yan’s perspective—and fell silent immediately.

Unharmed. Fang Can’s brain was perfectly intact.

The bullet had entered the skull, but had not damaged the brain—it was lodged inside.

“How is this possible!” the Lunhuizhe gasped in disbelief.

“It’s displacement,” the owner of Bai Yan said coldly. “In the instant before the bullet struck his third eye, Fang Can compressed his brain to the right, avoiding it.”

“Didn’t expect you’d actually figure it out,” Fang Can, who had been feigning death, opened his eyes. “I was going to surprise you.”

As he spoke, his severed upper body pushed itself upright, staring at the lower half scattered nearby.

“Oi, how much longer are you going to play dead? Get over here.”

The other Lunhuizhe stared in confusion—then witnessed a horrifying sight.

Fang Can’s lower half, severed by spatial cleaving, twitched slightly… then slowly rose from the ground??

Yes. The lower half stood on its own power.

“How the hell?! Dude, it doesn’t even have a brain—how’s it controlling consciousness?! This isn’t science!!!” one Lunhuizhe screamed internally.

Two kilometers away, watching Fang Can still alive, Jizhidekongju began to creep over the sniper.

According to his Future Sight, he was certain his bullet had entered Fang Can’s skull.

But because of the distance, he couldn’t establish a mental link—communication relied solely on earpieces, preventing him from using Bai Yan to see inside Fang Can’s skull.

And who in their right mind would think someone could survive with their skull blown open? You’re even tougher than Kennedy.

“This guy’s a monster—I already—” the sniper’s body froze mid-sentence.

For through his sharp vision, he saw Fang Can’s gaze lock onto him from two kilometers away, then stretch into an impossibly warm smile.

“As a reward for your ambush, I hope you can catch this bullet.”

As Fang Can spoke, his brow furrowed tightly—and before the stunned eyes of the Lunhuizhe , his brain inside the skull began to tremble.

Through minute undulations of the brain, the lodged sniper bullet was slowly moved, drawn toward the third eye.

Even the livestream viewers saw it: a slender bullet slowly protruded from the pierced third eye.

‘What kind of monster is this!!!’

Everyone stared in terror, feeling as if an ancient god had invaded their minds—no dream could have conjured such a sight.

The next moment, as Fang Can’s brain exerted force, the slender bullet began to spin slowly on his forehead.

One rotation per second… ten rotations per second… one hundred rotations per second… one thousand rotations per second…

As the bullet spun at extreme speed, surrounding air currents were drawn in, gradually pulled into Fang Can’s third eye.

Fang Can raised a finger slightly, aiming it at the two-kilometer target, and said calmly:

“Come on—try to block this killing strike: observed through my eyes, calibrated by my fingertip, the gun barrel is my brain cavity, the gunpowder is my mind, and the bullet is the core!”

“【Supreme Great Will Spiral Thought Destruction Death Light Gun Bullet】!!!”

As the lengthy technique name was spoken, Fang Can’s brain compressed like a spring, shrinking to the size of a fist, then exploded outward violently.

“Boom!!!”

A visible white shockwave erupted—Fang Can’s head recoiled slightly from the recoil, and the low-mass bullet instantly broke the sound barrier toward its target.

The sniper, having sensed this, cowered behind a marble barrier, hoping it would stop the shot.

But in an instant, the bullet curved around the marble, drilled through his temple, and exploded his skull.

In the final moment before consciousness faded, his mind still reeled: ‘This technique…’

“Sorry, I’ve learned how to make bullets turn,” Fang Can grinned innocently, propping himself up on his hands.

That shot had temporarily boosted his talent to an unimaginable height.

The entire process lasted less than three seconds. By the time Fang Can’s legs rose from the ground, they had already reached his upper body.

“Damn it, we have to stop him.”

The Great King, instantly sensing danger, roared and charged forward—but Fang Can’s body leapt ahead, landing atop his lower half’s exosuit.

Fang Can’s exosuit! Return to position!

The next moment, facing the Great King’s multi-ton destructive right fist, Fang Can swung his own fist forward to meet it head-on.

But upon impact, the recoil sent his still-unrejoined upper body flying backward.

Seeing this, Fang Can, thinking fast, extended his muscle-converted intestines violently.

The human large intestine is about 1.5 meters long; the small intestine, 6 to 7 meters.

As his body was split again, Fang Can’s small intestine slithered like a living serpent, latching onto the neck column of his lower half and pulling it forward.

Insane! Absolutely insane!

Seeing this, everyone felt their brains shrinking.

The last time they’d seen such a scene was in the horror film “Evil Dead.”

Before them stood a monster crawling from hell—nearly scaring them to death.

Using his lower half as a pivot, Fang Can’s upper body swung in a wide arc, slamming into the Great King.

As his right fist struck the Great King’s body, the recoil sent him flipping backward, reconnecting the two halves.

“Being bisected has given me more combat options.”

With those words, Fang Can grinned and deliberately split his upper and lower halves again.

Watching the Great King’s face, pale as if seeing a ghost, Fang Can smiled: “Now I can use body-split attacks too.”

As he spoke, Fang Can’s legs began running on their own, while he used his hands as feet to stride forward.

The two halves moved left and right, encircling the Great King.

“No! Don’t come closer!”

Watching Fang Can’s body-split attack, the Great King looked as if haunted, his face twisted with terror.

As the right foot came crashing down, he raised his right arm to block—only to see the lower half switch tactics, delivering a brutal kick straight to his face.

Behind him, Fang Can had circled around and delivered a straight punch to the back of the Great King’s skull, slamming his body deep into the earth.

Before he could think, a small intestine wrapped around his neck, yanking his entire body upward.

In the air, Fang Can’s lower half had already leapt, waiting.

The last chapter’s cliffhanger wasn’t great, so I wrote another one—please give me a monthly vote.

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