Chapter 188 - 186: Luck Is the First Hurdle of Cultivation

Chapter 188: Chapter 186: Luck Is the First Hurdle of Cultivation

"That’s right... it’s me!"

Xiang Longtao said with a faint smile. But because of his drastic change in appearance, the expression on his face looked somewhat ferocious.

Right now, his right hand was wrapped around the neck of a struggling Martial Artist. It was this person’s directions that had led him here.

"You... How did you end up looking like this?" on the stage, Ye Kaishan asked, his face filled with shock.

Theoretically, advancing to the First Turn should cleanse the physical body, allowing one’s flesh and blood to break free from mortal limitations.

Even if one didn’t get handsomer, they shouldn’t have their looks degrade so drastically like Xiang Longtao’s. He looked as if he’d practiced some kind of demonic art.

"That’s none of your business." Xiang Longtao’s brow furrowed. These people really knew how to touch a sore spot.

To form his Nine Dragons Converging Body, he had consumed nine types of potent medicinal pills in succession. During his breakthrough, his physical body directly severed the Crimson Dragon.

Although his appearance had become a little uglier, the catalytic power of the pills had successfully saved him dozens of days of hard work, and his power had increased tenfold.

In terms of base power, no one in the entire Grand Tournament could surpass him.

Just by relying on sheer numerical superiority, he could overwhelm skill with brute force and crush more than ninety-nine percent of the Martial Artists present.

"What did you come here for this time?" Ye Kaishan asked.

"What for? Aren’t you targeting Fang Can? You even held some ’Kill Fang Can Convention’ here." Xiang Longtao’s expression was savage. "I’m very interested in this matter."

’So he wants to join us.’ The Martial Artists on site felt a sense of relief. That made things easy.

"Since Brother Xiang wants to join, you are naturally welcome." Ye Kaishan smiled. "With your help, Brother Xiang, our success is all but guaranteed. How about we take the initiative and attack?"

"Take the initiative?"

"We don’t have to wait until noon the day after tomorrow. We can just search for Fang Can’s location throughout the entire battlefield. Once we find him, we’ll just call for nearby Martial Artists to come and support us."

"Oh, and if you see any Martial Artists from Great Derivation along the way, don’t just stand there. Kill them on sight. Consider it revenge for our predecessors," Ye Kaishan said coldly.

...

"CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!"

In the basement in Great Chu, Fang Can slowly rose and began to stretch his body.

The number above his head was a bit higher than when he had first entered, reaching a base value of 10,900.

On the principle of not letting any time go to waste, he had just implanted the concept of ’bone’ into every part of his body. He successfully unified his physical strength, solidifying himself into an iron man with no weaknesses.

Whether it was his eyes, internal organs, or blood vessels and meridians, you would have to grind at them with a file for half a day just to draw blood.

As he flexed his entire body, he could almost hear the sound of his blood surging and rushing through his veins.

’This guy...’ Watching Fang Can stretch his muscles and bones, Xiang Ziyu complained inwardly, ’Is he even human?’

’My own imperial brother is 2.5 meters tall and only has a power level of twelve thousand. If this guy grew to 2.5 meters, at the same body weight, wouldn’t his base power break fifty thousand?’

"I’m all set. My body has been honed to its peak. Now I just have to wait for the final battle at noon the day after tomorrow."

Fang Can looked at his own body. After this period of intense tempering, it was almost impossible for him to make any further progress in the short term.

"Wait, you mean you plan to take first place in the Grand Tournament with a base power of less than eleven thousand, without breaking through to the First Turn, and without relying on any inheritance?" Xiang Ziyu couldn’t help but ask from the side.

"That’s right. Just watch."

Fang Can nodded lightly. "When the time comes, just stay behind me. You’ll be in charge of reciting poetry, and I’ll be in charge of killing people."

’Is that really going to work?’ Xiang Ziyu muttered to herself. ’I hope he can at least get past my imperial brother, who’s just the first hurdle.’

With this thought in mind, she suddenly asked, "But aren’t you afraid I’ll suddenly go back on my word and stop reciting poems? If I recited a poem about dark clouds obscuring the moon then, wouldn’t you just die?"

"Floating clouds may hide the sun, but they cannot blind the eye. You’re welcome to try it when the time comes."

Fang Can placed his palm on the girl’s head, his expression calm. "I don’t like to lie, and I don’t like being lied to. If you don’t keep your promise... No, you won’t."

Looking at the calm-faced young man, the girl subconsciously shrank back, an unsettling feeling rising in her mind at the thought of opposing him.

In fact, the girl’s intuition was correct. From the moment the thought of opposing Fang Can arose in this group’s minds, luck was no longer on their side.

The entire five-hundred-person "Kill Fang Can" squad was scouring the world, looking to cause trouble for Fang Can and the Martial Artists from Great Derivation.

But after searching for half a day, they hadn’t even seen a shadow of Fang Can. Instead, they had the misfortune of running into two monsters who had just reached the First Turn.

On the Great Derivation battlefield, a newly resurrected Yin spirit howled as it drifted above the city.

It was broad daylight, yet the air was filled with a ghastly, sinister aura, and a cold wind howled. A vengeful ghost in red, who had just used an extreme method to reach the First Turn, unleashed a murderous atmosphere.

On the other side, a man in white robes looked at the dozen or so First Turn Martial Artists surrounding him and sighed softly.

"You’re a Disciple from Great Derivation’s Transformation Sect, aren’t you, kid? Ranked 872nd on the Hidden Dragon Ranking. I’m more than enough to take you on alone," one of the Martial Artists sneered.

"Sigh, why am I so unlucky," the man in white thought helplessly.

’It was bad enough being locked up by espers after I transmigrated, but now I’m fighting in the Tournament of Nations and run into a dozen First Turn Martial Artists blocking my way. I really wish I had Fang Can’s kind of luck-based superpower.’

As he thought this, the young man’s body began to fade, merging into the air.

Then, under everyone’s wary gazes, a voice rang in their ears. "The ability of our Transformation Sect allows us to actively merge with a substance after reaching the First Turn, transforming into a lifeform of a pure, single element."

"At that point, the amount of that same substance you can control is proportional to your power."

"In the past, those old fossils would think of turning into iron or water, but the most common substance we encounter in our daily lives is clearly the gas we breathe every day."

"I’d like to see how you’re going to fight this—millions of cubic meters of nitrogen, which makes up 78% of the air?"

Following the voice, a giant, illusory hand descended and grabbed the dozen or so Martial Artists, tossing them all high into the sky.

Some Martial Artists tried to attack, but their power struck the illusory air around them without any purchase, and all they could feel was a surging gale.

"It’s useless, useless! Use your brains and think: how can a person defeat air with brute force?"

The illusory figure was about to say more, but in the next moment, a terrifying power forcibly gathered up those millions of cubic meters of air.

When the man looked down, he found that a giant chessboard had unfolded beneath his feet.

"Rule Power must be defeated with Rule Power."

"I admit your First Turn ability is an excellent counter to purely power-based Martial Artists."

Ye Yunfeng of the Chess Pavilion smiled. "But even if you’re some kind of ’nitrogen man,’ as long as you are still at the First Turn, you’ll have to play chess with me."

"So... let’s have a game of chess with our lives as the stakes."