Chapter 352 - 348: Farewell, King of Clownery

Chapter 352: Chapter 348: Farewell, King of Clownery

Fight! Vent your fury! Dance across this world as you please!

Let the entire world descend into absolute anguish!

Without killing, hatred will never cease!

Without killing, how am I any different from the weak!

Without killing, all sentient life is a curse!

Without killing, all is but an Illusory Bubble, empty and void!

...

He stood in a sea of fire that filled the sky.

By the time Fang Can came to his senses, the entire mountain peak housing the Refining Heaven Sect had been reduced to ashes by his fist.

Beneath him was a massive crater, several kilometers wide, still radiating immense light and heat.

The Martial Artists outside the crater, who had escaped the blast, watched in terror as the massive mushroom cloud spread toward them. Crying out in fear, they scattered and fled.

Fang Can stared at his empty palm. He had subconsciously killed the man who’d become the interim Sect Leader after the Refining Heaven Sect’s patriarch had died.

That hadn’t been his intention. He had planned to torture the man before killing him.

But the man had insisted on taunting him, even while being choked. After that, Fang Can had completely given in to his rage and thrown a punch without thinking.

By the time he came to his senses, it was already too late.

’Still, it doesn’t matter. He’s dead, and that’s that.’

A blazing fire of rage flickered in Fang Can’s eyes. In a single movement, he crossed over ten thousand meters in a flash.

Amidst the massive gale he kicked up, his hand shot out and clamped around the neck of a fleeing Martial Artist.

The light and heat from the distant dust and shockwave made the white-haired youth look like a world-destroying Asura.

"Wh-what do you want?!" The captured Martial Artist struggled, sending the question to the youth with his Heart Image.

As he spoke, his gaze involuntarily darted to the right, his eyes flashing with terror.

There, the dust cloud from Fang Can’s strike was rolling toward them, thick with heat.

If he didn’t flee now, he would be bathed in the heatwave and scalded to death.

Gripping the man’s neck, Fang Can revealed a contemptuous smile. "Tell everyone the destruction of the Refining Heaven Sect is only the beginning. I won’t spare any of the others."

"I... I get it! We have to get out of here! That sea of fire is about to reach us!"

The man struggled desperately, his face deathly pale. He watched the mushroom cloud draw nearer, his only thought to escape, but Fang Can just said, "Why leave? I’m not afraid of the heat."

At those words, a chill shot through the man’s body, as if he’d been plunged into an icy abyss. He could only watch, paralyzed, as the wave of intense heat rolled toward him.

In just an instant, the man felt as if half his body was being pressed against a furnace.

"AHHH!!!!" A heart-wrenching scream erupted from his mouth, but it was drowned out by the massive roar.

A minute later, Fang Can gazed down at the man kneeling weakly before him.

"This scar will be your glory from now on. From this day forward, you shall call yourself Two-Face."

"You demon!" Two-Face’s eyes went wide as he stared at the youth, cursing through gritted teeth, "You’ll get what’s coming to you!"

"Hmph! Nothing but the whining of a beaten dog!" Fang Can seemed to find the man’s words laughable. "Hate me to your heart’s content. Then spend the rest of your miserable life caught between fear and helplessness."

"If you want revenge, go cry to the entire world. Let more people learn of my terror. Then bring back a few worthy allies and try to get back at me."

Fang Can left him with those cold words, and then his figure vanished.

On a deserted mountaintop, Fang Can stood at the summit, gazing down at the sea of green forest below.

After destroying the entire Refining Heaven Sect, he found that his Sin of Wrath showed slight signs of being digested.

It seemed that as long as he kept fighting, as long as he kept killing, as long as he kept venting his rage...

As long as he plunged the world into cataclysmic destruction, his Sin of Wrath would be digested, little by little.

Moreover, with the awakening of the Sin of Wrath, Fang Can discovered a brand-new power he now possessed.

It was just like his Sin of Pride, which gave him the ability to grow stronger in more intense sunlight.

He decided to call the power granted by the Sin of Wrath: The Power of Soul Rings!

All who died by his hand would transform into soul rings, empowering him.

The closer their karmic connection to him and the more violently they struggled before death, the greater the increase in his power.

For instance, those from the Refining Heaven Sect who were instantly killed by the aftershock of his attack, feeling no pain or struggle, only increased his power by about 1% of their own.

However, if he could make his victims struggle with all their might, exhausting every last resort only to be slowly driven toward death and personally reaped by his hand, the power boost could reach as high as 30%.

’So for this to work, I have to crush them like ants, but not kill them outright? That’s actually pretty tricky,’ Fang Can mused, sitting cross-legged on the summit.

Digesting the Wrath Magic Potion and increasing his power both required endless death.

’That being the case, I need to think carefully about my methods.’

’He couldn’t possibly lower himself to toy with those below the Fourth Turn, but killing them instantly would be far too wasteful.’

Fang Can’s figure vanished. Since his rage was temporarily suppressed, he could now go searching for the other espers.

His intuition told him that not everyone had returned to the real world. Some had remained in the Martial World.

’While my mind is clear, I’ll deal with these matters. And then, I’ll do something big!’

...

At the same time Fang Can was deliberating, news of the Refining Heaven Sect’s annihilation spread among the kingdoms like a nuclear bomb.

In the capital of the Chu Kingdom, the new emperor’s brow was tightly furrowed as he listened to the report.

"You’re saying the Refining Heaven Sect was annihilated? By whom?"

The new emperor’s brow tightened. ’Truly a time of crisis,’ he thought.

An absurd number of things had happened today across the nations of the Martial World.

Years would go by without a single incident, but now everything was erupting all at once.

"We don’t know. However, the Sovereign of Great Zhou has sent a messenger. He says this matter concerns the very survival of the kingdoms and has ordered all Fourth Turn individuals to gather immediately at the ruins of the Refining Heaven Sect to discuss it."

"Great Zhou?" The emperor’s brow twitched. He recalled that Fourth Turn Priest from Great Zhou.

’He was the one who predicted the opening of that Sixth Turn secret realm, wasn’t he? Has he foreseen some new disaster?’

After careful consideration, the emperor finally made his decision. "Have the people from the Celestial Secret Pavilion arrange it. Teleport me there."

...

In another world, Fang Can drifted aimlessly over an endless sea, his eyes shut tight.

Although he didn’t know the location of the espers, he believed his luck would help him find his targets.

As he traveled, however, a sudden feeling made him stop in mid-air and open his eyes.

Before him, The Joker, with headphones draped around his neck and hands in his pockets, was smiling at him.

"Hajican," he said, "it’s only been a month, and you look like a completely different person."