Chapter 132 - 131: Stronger Power

On the boundless plain, Fang Can launched himself forward, pushing off the ground with the left side of his body.

As the earth caved in and bulged, that side of his body charged like a rampaging dragon.

Amidst the fierce, swirling currents of air, a stark white arm bone pierced through his palm, slashing like a sword's edge toward Wang Peng's thick neck.

Never having imagined that Fang Can would actually use his own bones as a sword, Wang Peng hurriedly tilted his head, dodging the thrust.

But in the next moment, seeing Fang Can's wide grin, Wang Peng had a bad feeling.

As the two passed each other, a cold gleam flashed.

That was the gleam of his spine, harder than any steel, reflecting the sunlight as his small intestine ripped it from his torso.

At this moment, using the intestine as the spear's shaft and the spine as its tip, the several-meter-long small intestine instantly tensed. The spear shot out like a dragon!

BOOM! The spine, harder than refined steel, stabbed out from Wang Peng's blind spot and plunged directly into his chest.

But that was all.

Having cultivated to the First Turn, even if Wang Peng's Cultivation Technique was inferior to Fang Can's, it left him with no weaknesses.

His monstrous physique, combined with his considerable hardening technique, created a basic statistical advantage that drastically reduced the damage.

The intestine-shaft, spine-tipped spear only pierced half an inch into his chest before it was sent flying by a terrifying rebound force. It spun through the air before retracting back into Fang Can's abdominal cavity.

Wang Peng gritted his teeth, feeling the sharp pain in his chest. 'This freak... Is he even human? Goddammit!'

From his very first day of training, his master had taught him that a Martial Artist's weapon is their own body.

A truly powerful Martial Artist can utilize every part of their body; every part is a lethal weapon.

Wang Peng had originally thought his master's words were just a kind piece of advice. After all, when he killed him, the man had only used his limbs to fight back.

But now, seeing this freak before him, he finally understood. His master's words hadn't been a metaphor; they were a literal statement.

Damn it. Freaks who could use every single part of their body actually existed.

"This is... too damn surreal!"

Watching the scene in the water mirror, the entire imperial court, both civil and military officials, fell silent, seriously doubting their own eyes.

Although the mental Martial Dao shouldn't limit one's thoughts, wasn't taking it this far a bit too perverse?

Some ministers murmured in hushed, astonished tones:

"What in the world did Sect Leader Liu teach Fang Can? This doesn't fit the image of Jiejian Mountain at all."

"Aren't their Disciples all supposed to be female Sword Immortals in flowing white robes, holding sharp swords?"

"Exactly. This fighting style is nothing like Jiejian Mountain. It's simply inhuman."

The old ministers muttered back and forth, all of them baffled by the direction the battle had taken.

But there was one thing they all had to admit.

Fang Can's talent had truly reached a terrifying, breathtaking level.

You can only eat as much as your stomach can hold. One person's path cannot be copied by another. If your talent isn't enough, it just isn't enough.

Even if all of Fang Can's martial arts were taught openly to other Martial Artists, an ordinary person would need hundreds of years just to master them. But how long had this person before them cultivated?

According to the Celestial Secret Tower, it had been just over a month. This was simply staggering.

No one doubted Fang Can's future achievements. He was guaranteed to reach the peak of the Third Turn, and he had a high chance of breaking through to the Fourth Turn, or even the Fifth Turn.

At that moment, a wave of greed surged through the hearts of all the court ministers.

Compared to the matter of the future emperor, Fang Can was now far more worthy of their attention.

A Fourth Turn was greater than heaven itself; in terms of status, they were even more precious than the Great Derivation Emperor.

Just moments ago, they had been arguing about the foundation of the state, but now, a Fourth Turn prodigy had appeared right before them.

The thoughts in their hearts were obvious. They were practically going mad with jealousy.

How had Jiejian Mountain managed to stumble upon such a "wild" Fourth Turn prodigy first?

If someone had told them at the beginning that Fang Can could defeat a First Turn, they would have probably dismissed the speaker as a madman.

But now, witnessing the battle with their own eyes, even they had to begin a serious discussion about whether Fang Can could actually win.

"I still don't think so. The gap in their Realms is too difficult to overcome. Fang Can's body isn't strong enough."

"Indeed. Even with all its strength, his intestine couldn't drive the spine deep into the chest. That's the physical gap right there."

"As expected, he's still lacking a little. He needs to be tempered more."

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As the ministers discussed, the Third Turn General Yang, who stood to the side, snorted coldly and said:

"Young Fang's constitution is still a bit lacking. Once he's in the capital, he should come to my army. I'll temper him properly, and he'll definitely take first place in the tournament of nations."

As he spoke, the satisfaction in his tone was palpable, and anyone could see his appreciation for such talent.

"There's no need to trouble old General Yang. Since his surname is also Fang, perhaps we were part of the same family eight hundred years ago."

A minister also surnamed Fang spoke while stroking his beard, earning the collective scorn of the others.

'Who do you think you are to share the Fang surname? To share a surname with a future Fourth Turn? You want to be Fang Can's elder? Where do you get the nerve?'

Seemingly noticing the gazes of the other ministers, that minister puffed out his chest and said: ℯℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"Who said that Fang Can would be my junior? What if he's my elder?"

"Going by seniority, what if Fang Can is descended from one of my distant great-great-grandfather's lines? Then he would be my distant great-grandfather, so what about it?"

Towards the end, the minister's voice grew firm and resonant, as if he truly believed it himself.

'That shameless bastard. He's debasing his own seniority just to curry favor,' the surrounding ministers cursed internally.

Meanwhile, as they were engrossed in their heated discussion, Fang Can could also feel the disadvantages of his own condition.

It was like the saying, "even the most skilled housewife can't cook without rice." His weak body greatly diminished the effect of his every attack.

Under Fang Can's gaze, Wang Peng's body was now covered in a dense network of cuts, large and small.

Those were the minor wounds he had inflicted with his brain, cervical vertebrae, finger bones, and leg bones.

But so far, none of them were fatal. He simply couldn't break through Wang Peng's defense.

In contrast, Fang Can's own body was a tattered mess, like a figurine that had been crudely glued back together. Each injury he sustained would have broken the bones and torn the sinews of an ordinary Martial Artist.

If Fang Can failed to dodge any of Wang Peng's casual strikes, the force was enough to shatter bones and rupture organs.

By now, Wang Peng had recognized the flaw in his own insufficient offense. He dropped all defense for his entire body—save for his eyes, a clear weak point—and began to attack Fang Can with all his might.

'I need more power than I have now. A tougher defense,' Fang Can said in his heart.

Before him lay the next step, the one that would take him into the First Turn. At that time, in the same Realm, he could obliterate the so-called Wang Peng with a flip of his hand.

But was there truly no other way without stepping onto the Heaven-Ascending Road?

A cold light flickered in Fang Can's eyes. Was his supreme talent really so restrictive?

His body was telling him that there was still untapped potential within it!