Chapter 220 - 218: Knowledge Is Power

Chapter 220: Chapter 218: Knowledge Is Power

As Xiang Yinchen instantly emerged from the river of blood, Fang Can stood perfectly still.

His Forbidden Word Skill had generated bracelets and anklets that exuded a faintly demonic aura. On them, countless special characters formed ancient and intricate patterns.

The Forbidden Word Skill, generated from the entirety of his spiritual light, could do more than just seal conceptual powers.

Cultivation Techniques, memories, emotions—even one’s body, spirit, and life...

Anything one possessed could be pledged in exchange for immense power.

Of course, this was all just part of Fang Can’s wishful thinking.

What Fang Can could currently seal was nowhere near that absurd, but it was more than enough to take care of a Second Turn Martial Artist.

As Xiang Yinchen’s expression soured, the aura emanating from Fang Can began to surge at an astonishing rate!

[Y-God Curse] - Sealed

[Evil Tiger Devouring Body] - Sealed

[Fiery Fire Gun Skill] - Sealed

[Seventy-Two Paths of the Overlord Spear] - Sealed

[Qingtian: Single Pillar Form] - Sealed

...

Throughout his journey, Fang Can had witnessed countless techniques and skills, numbering in the thousands.

Some were crude, others refined; some were yang, others yin. It was impossible to use them all in a single battle.

’If that’s the case...

...then I’ll just fuse all these useless techniques into my body and let them fight alongside me in another form!’

At this moment...

Knowledge is power!

Three meters, five meters, ten meters, twenty meters...

Around Fang Can, as his power amplified, the A.T. field linked to his physical constitution began to expand rapidly.

The field, which normally had a radius of only three meters, now enveloped an area dozens of meters wide.

From the pressure of Fang Can’s aura alone, Xiang Yinchen could faintly hear the roar of a primeval, desolate beast.

"Damn it! I refuse to believe that the power I’ve accumulated for three hundred years in Yangyan City as a Second Turn Martial Artist can’t beat a mere newcomer to the First Turn!"

Xiang Yinchen’s expression was grim. The sea of blood above his head converged into a massive sphere.

Then, countless tentacles made of blood shot out from it, lashing toward Fang Can.

Every drop of blood within it had been obtained after he became the City Lord of Yangyan City by forcing all its citizens to donate blood every month.

To expand his power, he had pushed numerous pro-natalist policies, boosting the population of an ordinary, medium-sized ancient city to a staggering 500,000.

Now, after three hundred years of accumulation, the sea of blood behind him held enough power for a Second Turn Martial Artist to be reborn over ten thousand times.

But it was useless...

He watched the dense swarm of blood-red tendrils surging toward him with immense momentum.

The kinetic energy of each one was enough to rip a hundred-meter-long fissure in the earth and send clouds of dust into the sky.

"A mere three hundred years of accumulation? Your chips aren’t even enough to get you a seat at the table."

Fang Can’s tone was flat. Without even trying to dodge, he placed his final bet.

He sacrificed all of his Defense Power!

HP: 0.1

Strength: 1000

Speed: 1000

Defense: 0

Stamina: 1000

HP Regen: 0

...

After sacrificing all of his Defense Power, Fang Can’s strength reached its absolute maximum.

Millions of tons of force coursed through his body; a single punch could turn half a street to rubble.

But at this moment, Fang Can was also at his most vulnerable.

Because any attack that landed on him would cause his body, despite channeling millions of tons of force, to simply burst apart.

Even the slightest scrape, trivial for an ordinary person, would now be fatal.

Even a fierce gust of wind would be enough to slice him to death.

This was an incredible paradox.

According to the physics of the real universe, strength, speed, and defense are all interconnected.

Without a superior physique, how could one wield millions of tons of force?

But one must not forget: for the Metaphysical Martial Dao, the universe itself must yield.

One could think of Fang Can at this moment as a video game character with 1 HP, 0 Defense, and 999 Strength.

As long as he wasn’t hit, he could dish out as much damage as he wanted. But a single graze meant instant death.

Facing the sky full of tentacles, Fang Can’s A.T. field acted like a Wind-Stabilizing Pearl, freezing the entire world in place.

As long as he was enveloped by the A.T. field, its force-conducting properties meant he didn’t have to worry about the reactive forces of high-speed movement.

As for those blood-red tentacles filling the sky?

Fang Can would not let a single one touch him.

BOOM!

With just a light tap of his toes on the ground, a massive crater over a hundred meters wide was instantly torn open where he stood.

And Fang Can’s body had already vanished from the spot.

To the current Fang Can, the hundreds of meters separating them might as well have been inches.

Xiang Yinchen couldn’t see how Fang Can was moving at all.

In an instant, simply from the shockwaves of Fang Can’s movement, every single tentacle shattered inch by inch before being swept away by the resulting gale.

But Xiang Yinchen couldn’t afford to care about any of that now.

His eyes could only just make out a blurry figure—Fang Can—appearing before him as if he had teleported.

Before him, Fang Can clenched his right fist. He slowly drew his arm back like a coiling spring, continuously building power.

’CREAK! CREAK!’

Although their movements were faster than sound, as Xiang Yinchen watched Fang Can’s clenching fist and the bulging muscles on his arm, he could almost hear a sound from within Fang Can’s very flesh—the grinding of muscles harder than steel cables twisting together.

And then, the punch—

Fang Can’s right fist smashed viciously into Xiang Yinchen’s head.

It didn’t last even for a moment. His head exploded like a watermelon crushed by a hundred-ton truck.

Immediately, the force of the punch—into which Fang Can had poured his life, his defense, his knowledge, his everything—did not stop.

A crimson shockwave, more than ten meters thick, blasted forward from his fist.

The rampaging shockwave instantly shredded Xiang Yinchen’s body and, blazing red-hot from air friction, slammed into the sea of blood behind him.

The moment it made contact, a massive amount of blood was instantly vaporized.

Amidst the sky-filling, blood-red steam, Xiang Yinchen’s potential resurrections were reduced by nearly a thousand.

The power of a single, ordinary punch had just vaporized thirty years of Xiang Yinchen’s accumulated power.

But to Fang Can, this was just an ordinary, full-power punch. Nothing more.

’For a physical-type Martial Artist, what’s so hard about throwing a punch?

After one punch, you just throw another.’

Without a moment’s pause, seeing Xiang Yinchen preparing to revive within the sea of blood, Fang Can’s figure vanished and reappeared.

Again, he gathered his power and punched.

But this time, what awaited Xiang Yinchen were tens, hundreds, even thousands of crimson shockwaves.

Those were punches Fang Can had thrown from different directions.

Although he threw the punches sequentially, his movements were so fast that the shockwaves all struck the sea of blood at virtually the same instant.

In the midst of his regeneration, he felt as if the entire world had turned against him.

Incalculable pressure assaulted him from above, below, and all sides.

Three seconds. Not even three seconds.

Amidst the intense pressure and heat, everything fell silent.

A Blood Crystal the size of a human head rested in Fang Can’s hand. Trapped inside was the petrified figure of Xiang Yinchen, suspended in blood.