Chapter 113: Crushing! Humiliation

Chapter 113: Chapter 113: Crushing! Humiliation

At that moment, the sky was filled with dark, gathering clouds.

Fang Can stood with one foot on a broadsword stuck diagonally in the ground, his gaze sweeping arrogantly over the five people before him.

An invisible, terrifying aura erupted from his body.

"CAW! The god is showing his might! He’ll definitely beat these troublemakers to their knees!"

"Hee hee, I can’t wait to see these caterpillars get crushed by our god!"

"He has to utterly humiliate these clueless bastards!"

...

As the tables turned, the surrounding Disciples cheered and jumped for joy, celebrating as if it were the new year.

Ye Yonglie’s brow furrowed. He shouted sternly, "What are you all standing around for? Start the music! Keep dancing! Build up our god’s momentum!"

The next moment, the solemn and sacred prayers of the Martial Artists blended with the background music of wind instruments, and the chanting resumed.

"All this smoke and mirrors."

Wan Chenyu snorted coldly. Although his aura was weaker, he forced himself to maintain his fighting spirit against the overwhelming Heart Image. "I refuse to believe you’ve reached the Heaven-Ascending Road."

As he spoke, Fang Can’s enlarged, crimson left palm reached forward, pressing down like five colossal pillars holding up the sky. It was as if the entire world was about to be crushed within his grasp.

Watching this, one of the Heart Image Martial Artists who had been carrying the palanquin couldn’t help but shed a tear.

Fang Can was using his unique ultimate technique, the Heaven-Covering Hand Seal.

But the way Fang Can was executing it now—be it in terms of aura, skill, power, or speed—was vastly superior to his own.

It truly seemed as if a whole section of the sky was being blotted out by a single palm.

Seeing his god use his own technique against an enemy, and with such greater mastery, he felt a sense of shared glory.

As the one on the receiving end, however, Wan Chenyu was not feeling so relaxed.

Facing Fang Can’s relentless palm, Wan Chenyu felt every escape route being sealed off. There was nowhere to run.

He couldn’t dodge! Couldn’t evade! Couldn’t escape!

In that critical moment, the Martial Dao that Wan Chenyu had painstakingly cultivated for over a decade was telling him one thing: he would inevitably be crushed under Fang Can’s palm!

If that was the case, then he wouldn’t dodge! Wouldn’t evade! Wouldn’t escape!

’We Martial Artists, if the heavens try to crush me, I will split them open! If the earth tries to restrain me, I will shatter it!’

The next instant, Wan Chenyu’s eyes filled with defiance and fighting spirit. He met Fang Can’s sky-covering palm head-on, without dodging or evading.

"SQUELCH!"

With a soft, wet sound, Wan Chenyu’s head was firmly gripped in Fang Can’s palm.

Under the terrifying pressure of the fingertips, the flesh of his scalp began to deform, and pain shot through his nerves to his brain.

Fang Can held Wan Chenyu’s head in a death grip, his right fist raised high, poised to strike.

But before he could, Wan Chenyu’s right arm swung toward Fang Can’s face with heavy, powerful momentum.

"THUD!"

Like the beat of a war drum, a dull thud echoed through the area, drowning out the prayers.

Amidst the crackle of displaced air, Wan Chenyu’s eyes widened in disbelief.

From the force of his own full-power strike, the bones in his right hand had fractured. And Fang Can’s cheek?

Completely unharmed!!!

At least seventy percent of the punch’s force had been deflected by the Taming Tiger and Dragon Golden Body.

As for the remaining thirty percent, in his current Qingtian state, it merely caused the flesh on his cheek to distort slightly under the impact. It didn’t even leave a bruise.

’How is this possible!’ The young masters from the prominent families were stunned. ’Could this guy really be a Heaven-Ascending Road Martial Artist?’

"I let you have your punch. Now it’s my turn."

With Wan Chenyu’s fist still pressed against his cheek, Fang Can’s voice rumbled from behind it.

The words fell! He raised his fist! He punched!

His left hand gripped Wan Chenyu’s head while his right arm swung out like a giant hammer.

Faced with this mountain-shattering, rock-crushing punch, Wan Chenyu realized with despair that, with his head being held, he had no way to dodge.

And so—

"BOOM!!!"

The moment of impact, his nose shattered completely.

Bone and flesh were driven deep into his skull.

Beneath his ruined face, Wan Chenyu’s once-defiant eyes were pulped by the force of the blow.

In a single punch, his face was utterly deformed. Blood, mixed with bits of pinkish-white brain matter, sprayed from his ears under the pressure.

Behind him, the force of the punch’s shockwave stripped the once-lush trees bare.

It was as if late autumn had arrived in an instant, as countless leaves rustled to the ground.

In that moment, fist against fist, face against face, the contrast between their situations was stark.

"Wan Chenyu!"

Seeing Wan Chenyu’s tragic state, unclear if he was dead or alive, Li Xiangyang and the others cried out instinctively. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ

The moment he shouted, he realized he might have spoken too soon.

Tossing aside Wan Chenyu’s limp body like a piece of trash, Fang Can fixed his large, crimson eyes on the remaining few.

"You still have time to worry about others? I was so focused on dealing with him, I forgot about you."

"Fall back!"

Li Xiangyang heard a companion’s hurried voice in his ear.

But fall back where? Retreat to where?

He saw a figure rapidly growing larger in his vision. Before he could react, his body was swung into the air, experiencing a violent sensation of weightlessness.

Like a javelin, Fang Can hurled Li Xiangyang’s body, aiming for the three fleeing young masters.

’Damn it!’

Hearing the whistling wind behind him, one of them cursed under his breath.

He turned and crossed his arms, preparing to block the incoming projectile.

But he saw that the so-called projectile was actually a person—it was their companion, Li Xiangyang, who had come with them.

More importantly, Li Xiangyang’s body wasn’t flying straight at him. It carved a strange arc through the air and slammed directly into his ribs.

"PFFT!"

As he spat out a mouthful of blood, his ribs cracking, all four of them were knocked together and sent flying, tumbling face-first into the dirt.

’Kid, do you even know what Gun Kata is?’

Fang Can thought to himself, his gaze falling on the four of them as if they were dead dogs.

Of the five who had come today, besides the one with the broadsword whose strength was decent, the others were nothing special.

’A bunch of trash. And they dared to challenge our school and look for trouble,’ Fang Can sneered, curling his lip in disdain.

Just as he was about to step forward, one of them clutched his injured ribs and said, "Young Hero Fang, we were in the wrong before. Now that a winner has been decided, why don’t we..."

"Why don’t I use you all as a sacrifice to christen my banner?" Fang Can said with a grin.

"Men! Strip these people naked, hang them on poles, and we’ll take them to the Imperial Capital for free."

As he spoke, his flesh and blood twisted, and Fang Can’s body shrank back to its 1.8-meter frame.

His originally crimson skin returned to its fair complexion, and his face was slightly pale from the loss of blood, making him look deceptively frail.

But everyone knew this was just the young man’s camouflage. Within his body lay the power of a fiendgod.

Seeing how humiliatingly far Fang Can was taking things, the man who had spoken politely just moments before felt blood rush to his face and roared, "You dare!"

The next moment, Fang Can’s right foot shot out, stomping the man’s head straight into the dirt.

"I’ve already done it. What can you do to me?"