Chapter 94: Post-Battle Nine Clans Purge

Above the city of Z, two meteors were continuously plummeting.

No, those were not meteors—they were one and a half men plummeting at extreme speed.

High in the sky, Fang Can’s body became a meteor, moving through the air as he repeatedly slammed his fists with full force into Da Li Wang’s body.

Da Li Wang struggled to evade, but no matter how he dodged, he could not withstand Fang Can’s combined technique.

He tried to flee, but his own meters-long intestines twisted into flexible whips, entangling him.

At this moment, Fang Can’s meters-long intestines, perfectly controlled, allowed every segment to launch attacks.

The tip wrapped around Da Li Wang’s left leg to prevent escape, while the middle section transformed into several steel whips, relentlessly lashing his body.

And this was merely the preliminary use of his flesh.

If Da Li Wang had the chance to pry open Fang Can’s skull, rupture his chest, and shatter his limbs,

he would see Fang Can using his intestines as connections, independently maneuvering his own head, brain, organs, and limbs to surround and assault him.

Now, Fang Can’s basic unit of thought was one brain.

That is, as long as his body had not been reduced to a mass smaller than his original brain tissue, that piece of flesh retained the ability to think.

In other words, even if Da Li Wang suddenly unleashed his ultimate power, all he would face would be more and more Fang Cans?

He would be drowned in an ocean of flesh.

…

“This is the damn genius we need to recruit!”

At Dragon Team Headquarters, Ji Donglai watched the live feed and delivered a powerful evaluation.

To have independently created a technique so grotesque it belongs in a horror film—deserves the title of mad genius.

“You think he’s insane?” A nearby teenager casually bit into his apple and said: “This is just an ordinary fighting style.”

“Not insane?” Ji Donglai pointed at the live feed and demanded.

Several Dragon Team psychics gathered around nodded in agreement—calling this “ordinary” made the speaker a god.

“Of course it’s not insane. Just as fish breathe with gills in water, and birds soar freely in the sky—this is as natural to Fang Can as instinct.”

The teenager explained simply: “Humans seeing a fellow creature breathe with gills or fly with wings would find it bizarre. You find it insane only because you lack this ability.”

“But he succeeded in developing this function. To him, intestines wrapping around intestines is like a bird flying—when you have this ability in battle, would you hold back?”

“If Fang Can didn’t use this ability, it would be like forcibly holding in shit and piss.”

After hearing the teenager’s explanation, one psychic clapped his hands: “So he’s a born madman! He’s already slaughtered countless people desperate to become insane, all with effortless talent.”

“Hmm, maybe.” The teenager scratched his head; from the video, Fang Can didn’t seem to think he was mad.

Leaving aside the Dragon Team’s discussion, in Z City’s underground base, Lan Huo Wang stared at Fang Can’s intestinal combat, his face grim. After a long silence, he suddenly said: “Hey, with intestines this long and more flexible than an eel, his future women must be incredibly lucky.”

…

“Boom!”

With a thunderous explosion, Da Li Wang’s entire body was embedded into the earth, the impact cracking a massive crater several meters wide.

Da Li Wang felt his body on the verge of disintegration; no matter how high his defense, he could not withstand such relentless assault.

Fang Can’s voice was calm as he stepped forward, grabbed Da Li Wang’s hair with one hand, and, seeing his barely breathing opponent, swung his right fist hard into his cheek without hesitation.

With a tremendous crash, Fang Can’s right hand sank deep into the man’s face.

Blood continuously streamed down Da Li Wang’s face—after so long, the turtle shell finally bled.

One punch, two punches, three punches…

As his skull gradually deformed under the blows, his entire face became unrecognizable.

But Fang Can carefully controlled his strength, keeping Da Li Wang on the brink of death—there was still something left to do.

In the distance, a pair of legs approached rapidly. Fang Can turned his head and saw his lower body had completed its task and returned.

He took the intestines’ offered eyes and gently reinstalled them into their sockets.

Feeling his vision restored, he leapt lightly, repositioning his body.

Whether severed intestines or cervical vertebrae, all were now reconnected.

The body, which had suppressed its healing ability after separation, now released its restraint and began absorbing surrounding sunlight.

As his body tingled, Fang Can estimated:

In about ten seconds, his body would fully reassemble; within an hour, his shattered heart would regrow.

But the wound on his forehead seemed to inhibit regeneration—he’d need a full day to fully heal it.

He twisted his neck, looked up at the hovering drone broadcasting live, and said: “Hey, is anyone nearby? Bring me a phone. Urgent.”

Silence…

Seeing Fang Can’s serious expression, many were so frightened they shrank back.

His fighting style was too horrifying—they were afraid.

But there were always those seeking improvement. After waiting a moment, a teenager sprinted over with all his might, followed by a crowd of others equally eager to advance.

The teenager hurried forward and handed Fang Can the phone: “My lord, here is your phone. No password set. My name is Zhao Guang. Honored to serve you.”

“Hmm.” Fang Can replied indifferently, took the phone, and walked toward Da Li Wang.

Looking at the barely breathing Da Li Wang, Fang Can crouched down and said: “Do you remember what you said earlier?”

He opened the phone, dialed the number, and after entering a dozen digits, the call connected within seconds.

“Hey, old man, still alive?” Fang Can asked slowly, holding the phone.

“You little bastard, you nearly killed your mother and me, you—”

“Click!” Fang Can cut the call before the rest could finish, looked at Da Li Wang, and said: “So my nine clans are still alive? What about yours?”

He pushed the phone toward him: “Call. Dial one of your father, mother, siblings, wife, or daughter.”

Da Li Wang said nothing, only glared at Fang Can with pure hatred.

“Don’t want to call? I’ll do it for you.” Fang Can smiled.

A lucky psychics could win a lottery with zero probability—how much easier to dial a number?

Without thought, purely by instinct, Fang Can dialed the phone.

After several seconds, a man answered.

(End of Chapter)