Chapter 171 - 170: Instant Kill

Chapter 171: Chapter 170: Instant Kill

Within a vast emptiness, Fang Can sat cross-legged, the Xuanhong long spear in hand, ready to enter the match at any moment.

Meanwhile, the Capital City had already erupted in cheers.

Before today, the populace only knew that Fang Can was strong, but they had no clear idea of just how strong.

But now, with his power quantified by a number, they could intuitively grasp the staggering gap between Fang Can and his peers.

"A power level over ten thousand! He’s so much stronger than the others on the Hidden Dragon Roll, who are only at three or four thousand." ℯℯ𝘭.

"That’s our god for you! He’s supposed to be this powerful!"

"I’ve been sick of Xiang Longtao for ages. Go, Fang Can, beat that guy to his knees!"

...

Aside from the citizens of Great Derivation, the Martial Artists from the various factions stared at the number above Fang Can’s head, all trying to calculate what their own levels had been back when they were in the Transcendent Body Realm.

’Back then, without using a Secret Technique, I was probably at around 8,200. If I pushed myself to the limit, I might have reached 24,000,’ Liu Qingmeng estimated.

Beside her, Jiang Ning’an sighed inwardly. ’I broke through too quickly. Back at the Profound Gate Ninth Layer, I barely reached 800...’

’Back when I was at the Profound Gate Ninth Layer, my limit was probably around 8,500,’ the Sect Leader of the Tiansha Soul Sect calculated.

These Fourth Turn Martial Artists on site were all individuals of astonishing talent who had made waves in the martial world during their youth.

But no matter how they calculated, none of them could have reached Fang Can’s score of over ten thousand.

Fang Can was oblivious to the thoughts of the crowd. He simply kept his eyes closed, resting and patiently waiting for time to pass.

Then, Luo Yanmo’s voice echoed in his ears. "All contestants, please prepare. I will now send your physical bodies into Fangcun Mountain."

As his voice fell, Luo Yanmo flicked his fingertip, sending a few specks of mud flying to strike the soles of Fang Can’s feet.

Immediately, Fang Can felt a tearing sensation envelop his body. A terrifying suction force pulled at him, and by the time he regained his senses, he had vanished.

The other participating Hidden Dragon Martial Artists vanished along with him.

The battlefield for the Great Nations Tournament was situated within a void, constructed from a glimmer of spiritual light drawn from the collective consciousness of the citizens in each nation’s capital city.

This was also why everyone was able to enter and observe the competition.

It was a pure, pitch-black darkness, devoid of any medium for information. Countless Martial Artists were yanked out of thin air and sent plummeting downward.

As he fell, Fang Can’s five senses began to return. He felt the environment around him gradually shift from a void into a realistic landscape.

Air, sunlight, morning dew, grassy fields...

These abstract concepts coalesced into tangible reality. By the time Fang Can reacted, he was already standing on an unfamiliar stretch of land.

’So this is the arena for the Great Nations Tournament?’

Fang Can felt the firmness of the soil beneath his feet. The sunlight in the sky began to nourish his cells, and a gentle breeze stirred the hem of his clothes. It all felt just like a real, tangible world.

Indeed, as far as Fang Can’s senses were concerned, everything existed in real time.

But the moment Fang Can looked away, the scenery he had just been observing immediately shattered, reverting to a void.

And wherever his gaze fell upon the void, tangible reality began to form once more.

As a world constructed from the human mind, Fangcun Mountain was a place of absolute subjective reality.

Only what was observed could exist. If he were to close his eyes, the entire world would dissolve into nothingness.

It was like real-time rendering in a video game. Constructing an entire world would consume too much processing power, so it was easier to just render the view on-screen and call it a day.

Therefore, in this world, the only things that were real were the Martial Artists themselves. Everything else was an illusion.

’This place feels more and more like a virtual world. And this Fangcun Mountain would make a great alternative to the internet,’ Fang Can thought to himself.

Because their entry points were randomized, no one could predict where they would land.

Finding himself in a dark alley, Fang Can didn’t waste a moment. With a light push from his legs, he leaped high into the air.

He could now use the air itself as a stepping stone.

With a series of quick steps on the air, accompanied by massive sonic booms, he rocketed a thousand meters into the sky.

His raised right arm then touched an illusory ripple, a clear sign that he had reached this world’s height limit.

Looking down, he saw an orderly sprawl of ancient architecture with flying eaves and ornate carvings. The only eerie detail was the complete lack of people below. It was an empty city.

From his bird’s-eye view, Fang Can compared the layout to some well-known landmarks and quickly deduced he was in Shecheng, the capital of the Great Zhou.

’Next, I just need to get to the tallest building in this entire battlefield and formally challenge the Prince of Great Chu.’

As Fang Can considered this, his pupils contracted, his gaze sharpening like a hawk’s as he scanned the distance.

When it came to the tallest building in any of the capitals, the clear answer was the Twin Imperial Towers in the heart of the Great Chu capital.

The towers stood 817 meters tall. With sharp enough vision, one could spot them from anywhere within the Great Chu capital.

’In that case, I’ll head over there,’ Fang Can decided. Just then, he spotted several figures in the distance rushing toward him.

It seemed his ostentatious leap into the sky had been too conspicuous, attracting the attention of other contestants.

On a tower wall, three Martial Artists were sprinting wildly, their gazes locked on the figure slowly descending from the sky.

’He’s courting death. Daring to leap into the air right at the start... The fool doesn’t know the meaning of caution.’

The Martial Artists, who had been about to sneer inwardly, only got a clear look at the figure in the air as they drew closer.

He wore a white, close-fitting uniform inlaid with gold thread, his silky hair flowed in the wind, and his eyes, like the finest blood-red rubies, were staring right at them.

The moment they recognized him, the Martial Artists’ knees nearly buckled.

They had seen this figure before. Wasn’t it the top-ranked fighter on the Hidden Dragon Roll, the one who had challenged Xiang Longtao on Fangcun Mountain?

And especially the number above his head: 10205!!!

"It’s Fang Can! Fall back!"

In an instant, the Martial Artists frantically dug their heels into the ground, trying to skid to a halt so they could turn and run.

Inwardly, they were already cursing their own stupidity. Why did they have to stick their necks out for no reason?

But before they could react, a 2.5-meter-long, black-gold spear tore through the air, shooting toward one of them in a flash.

The hardened spearhead shrieked through the air before piercing a Martial Artist’s chest, pinning him firmly in place.

The instant he threw the spear, Fang Can’s body twisted in mid-air. He kicked off the air behind him and shot toward another Martial Artist.

In the span of a few breaths, Fang Can became a blur, crossing several hundred meters to appear right beside the Martial Artist.

Seeing the man cross his arms in a terrified attempt to defend himself, Fang Can said flatly, "Can you block this?"

The next moment, as he threw a right hook that seemed to contain the power of a primordial dragon, the Heart Image Martial Artist’s arms were instantly shattered by the blow.

With a thunderous CRACK, the man’s body was sent flying backward, disappearing into a nearby building in an instant.