Chapter 192 - 190: Shocking a Hundred Li (3)

Chapter 192: Chapter 190: Shocking a Hundred Li (3)

On the shores of Lotus Heart Lake, the Martial Artists all surrounded Fang Can.

Over a hundred Martial Artists, a hundred different methods, a hundred different attacks.

Every move was faster than sound. Every strike was as heavy and powerful as Furious Thunder descending from the heavens, enough to make mountains tremble and the earth quake.

Fang Can, dressed in white, stood in their midst, seemingly defenseless as he faced the siege.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG—

A series of dull thuds, like the ringing of a great bell as metal struck metal, echoed out. Every single attacker felt as if their strikes had landed on solid stone.

Feeling their hands go numb, some Martial Artists even lost their grip, their weapons flying from their grasp as their arms snapped on impact.

’How is this possible?’

A sliver of disbelief rose in the hearts of the Martial Artists. Only Xiang Longtao, watching from the rear, showed a flash of impatience in his eyes.

"You’re no match for Fang Can at all," he said. "The guy can use his muscles to give his skin the same explosive power as an inch-force punch. How long are you going to mess around?"

Technique has its own levels. Even with the same amount of strength, the difference can be as vast as that between heaven and earth.

And Fang Can had trained every part of his body to be as solid as a sheet of iron.

Whether it was his eyeballs or his brain, they were all as hard as his skull.

The same was true for his attacks. No matter the body part, organ, posture, or angle, Fang Can could unleash power comparable to a full-force punch.

Although he couldn’t project his force through the air, these Martial Artists could feel the terrifying explosion of the muscles beneath his skin the instant they made contact.

The moment his body felt an attack, it launched a counterattack.

First, he used a shaking force to make his body gently ripple and twist, deflecting the incoming blows. Then, he would abruptly unleash an inch-force explosion within the tiny space of his skin and flesh.

It looked as though they were hitting Fang Can’s body, but it was actually the equivalent of trading punches with him head-on.

The only way to break through this invincible defense was to use brute force to overcome his skill.

Unless one’s power reached the level Xiang Longtao had previously displayed, attacking with pure strength and speed.

Or, one could use a military formation inheritance like "Interlocking Iron Chains," which relied on a mechanism that distributed the defensive burden dozens of times over to crush an opponent.

Otherwise, there was no chance at all!

’Looks like the last half-month of sparring wasn’t a waste,’ Old Yang chuckled, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

Surviving more than ten days of high-intensity training with a Martial Arts Third Turn expert who suppressed his Realm to fight with pure technique meant he had certainly graduated.

After just one exchange, accompanied by a massive, exploding wave, the surrounding Martial Artists were shocked. They knew they had encountered a master of the Martial Dao, someone on a completely different level.

They wanted to press the attack, but a pair of fair, slender hands—looking nothing like they had been forged through years of training—had already burst through the waves, lashing out like an eagle’s talons toward one of the men.

’Retreat, retreat, retreat, retreat, retreat!’

A sense of dread filled the man’s heart. He tried to pull back and make a Rush escape, but their bodies still collided.

It was only a light graze, but the force transmitted through the muscles of his arm instantly slammed into the young man with the power of nearly a hundred tons.

In that instant, the Martial Artist felt as if he’d been hit head-on by a hundred-ton truck. He spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying backward.

Another man tried to pull back and escape, but he saw a figure, already spitting blood, fly past him.

As he turned his head, a massive force struck him in the waist.

Using the man’s body as a springboard, Fang Can kicked off forcefully. Propelled forward by the exploding limbs behind him, he crossed several dozen meters in an instant and charged into a group of four or five other Martial Artists.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!...

In that moment, he used his body as a weapon, crushing them with sheer stats.

These Martial Artists, who had only been on the Heaven-Ascending Road for two or three days, began to scream as they were sent flying one after another.

To the onlookers, the whole scene looked like an insurance scam. The Martial Artists would just barely be grazed by Fang Can’s body before being launched into the air.

For a time, the waves surged to the heavens, proving that in terms of physical combat, these Martial Artists who had just entered the First Turn—not even having completed their Hundred-Day Foundation Establishment—stood no chance against him in a contest of strength.

Watching the Martial Artists get sent flying in such an exaggerated fashion by Fang Can, Xuan Yuanhua sidled up to Xiang Longtao with a smile. "Prince Xiang, aren’t you going to go up and give it a try?"

"It’s pointless. He’s not worthy of being defeated by me right now." Xiang Longtao turned his head away dismissively. "I want to defeat him fair and square after he reaches the First Turn. As he is now, I could crush him with a flick of my wrist."

Many other Martial Artists shared Xiang Longtao’s sentiment. After all, this was just a physical brawl without the use of any inheritances; it didn’t count for much.

Aside from the hundred or so Martial Artists who were being beaten into a disorderly retreat, the other three to four hundred couldn’t be bothered to get involved. They were conserving their strength, preparing for the free-for-all that would follow Fang Can’s death.

But another Martial Artist said impatiently, "With just physical strength, how long is this going to take?"

"In that case, allow me to lend you all a hand."

Xuan Yuanhua shook his head and pulled a golden bracelet from the sleeve of his Daoist robe, drawing the attention of the surrounding Martial Artists.

"The Refining Heaven Sect’s Fourth Turn Heaven-Chaos Bracelet," a Martial Artist said, his eyes filled with astonishment and a flash of greed.

"The very same. My master granted me usage permission for this magic treasure up to the First Turn level, allowing me to carry it with me," Xuan Yuanhua said with a smile.

"A Fourth Turn Sacrificial Artifact? Inside the Fifth Turn Fangcun Mountain, isn’t it no different from an ordinary gold bracelet?"

A Martial Artist asked subconsciously, but someone nearby quickly replied, "You don’t even know about the Refining Heaven Sect? All the First Turn Disciples in their entire Sect share a single Fourth Turn Sacrificial Artifact."

"What do you mean?" another Martial Artist asked. "Can something like a Sacrificial Artifact be shared by multiple people?"

"Of course. This Heaven-Chaos Bracelet has been tempered and blessed by the light of the hearts of over a hundred Heaven-Ascending Road Martial Artists from the Refining Heaven Sect. You could say it’s the most versatile Fourth Turn Sacrificial Artifact there is."

"It contains almost every ability imaginable: splitting, protection, attack, locking-on, healing, true damage, teleportation, immense strength, and enlargement."

"The full authority over the Heaven-Chaos Bracelet lies with the Sect Leader. The elders and Disciples only have Level 2 and Level 3 permissions, and in case of danger, their access is revoked."

With his secret revealed by the other Martial Artists, Xuan Yuanhua just smiled. "Precisely. After bringing the Heaven-Chaos Bracelet in this time, I used the light of my heart from my recent breakthrough to temper it once more and enhance its power. I finally managed to unlock a sliver of its true might."

"Now, I can independently use any one of its First Turn abilities."

As he spoke, Xuan Yuanhua threw the Heaven-Chaos Bracelet toward Fang Can and uttered a single soft word: "Bind!"

Following his command, the Heaven-Chaos Bracelet spun in the air and instantly transformed into a streak of light, shooting toward Fang Can.

In the lake, Fang Can was in the middle of beating the hundred Martial Artists until they cried out, when he suddenly felt the back of his neck prickle. He knew someone was attacking from behind.

Almost instantly, he brought his long spear behind his back to block, but he immediately felt a strange suction force, and the spear was ripped from his grasp.

Fang Can: ?

He slowly turned his head, only to see a golden bracelet radiating a brilliant light facing him. His long spear was already in the Daoist’s hand.

"Young Master Fang, the games should be over now." Xuan Yuanhua formed a Sword Technique with his hand and said, "Leave the rest to me. I’ll be the one to send you out."