This High Martial World is Too Crazy!!!

Chapter 177: Chapter 176: Battle Formation Inheritance

Humiliation! Resentment!

Atop the ruins, Fang Can’s right arm was like a vise on his skull, pressing down on Xiang Longtao’s head and forcing him to his knees, unable to rise.

Intense indignation flooded Xiang Longtao’s mind. He had actually been beaten to his knees by Fang Can!

Beaten to his knees after giving it his all?

As he exerted strength through his right arm, Fang Can’s face grew pale from the strain.

But in the next moment, he could crush the head of the man before him.

But after a moment of consideration, Fang Can slowly relaxed his grip, removing his hand from the other man’s face.

Xiang Longtao’s bloodshot eyes widened as he stared at Fang Can. ”Do it! Kill me! Why don’t you kill me?!”

At this moment, Xiang Longtao’s psyche was collapsing. He was well aware that countless people had been eagerly watching this battle, and that his father, the emperor, who had placed such high hopes in him, was also watching.

In the face of such a defeat, being killed and forced out of this battlefield would have been the easy way out. Every second he remained was excruciating humiliation.

”What’s the point of killing you here? You won’t really die in the real world anyway.”

”Compared to your pathetic survival, your Fourth Turn father is the real issue. Whether I kill you or not, your dad will want to kill me.”

Fang Can shook his head and said flatly, ”Wouldn’t it be better to keep you alive, letting you disgrace yourself like a clown?”

”Every second you stay alive on this battlefield only serves to broadcast my power.”

”So, try your best. Try your best to chase my shadow.”

Fang Can said indifferently, ”Watch as I get further and further away, until the day being defeated by me becomes your glory, not your shame.”

Killing the body and destroying the mind! This was pure psychological torment!

The surrounding onlookers couldn’t help but think this as they listened to Fang Can’s impassive words.

Xiang Hongtu’s brow tightened. He stared fixedly at the young man, his killing intent overflowing. Never before had he wanted to strangle this boy so badly.

Kneeling on the ground, Xiang Longtao looked up at the young man’s blood-red eyes looking down on him. An unprecedented wave of humiliation washed over him.

Being alive was more painful than being dead.

After a first half of his life filled with nothing but success, he had now suffered such a major setback. A shadow was instantly cast over Xiang Longtao’s spirit.

One had to understand that on Fangcun Mountain, the suppressive power of the Heaven-Ascending Road was in effect, so the blessings of those shamans could not be used in this space.

Xiang Longtao’s state of mind was on the verge of collapse. Without any blessings to soothe it, his Dao Heart of invincibility was now covered in cracks, seemingly about to shatter.

What Fang Can was doing to him now seemed to be exactly how he himself had insulted other Martial Artists in the first half of his life.

Xiang Longtao grit his teeth. ”You’ve gone too far! You’ve gone too...”

BOOM!

With a light flick of his finger, he sent the noisy guy flying over a hundred meters away and said flatly, ”So what if I am...”

As his gaze swept into the distance, Fang Can retrieved Xuanhong and turned to leave, but his expression suddenly tensed. He felt a faint sense of threat.

Suddenly, a clear, high-pitched young woman’s voice chanted from a distance: ”The north wind rolls the land, the white grass snaps; the skies of Hu in the eighth month are already filled with snow!”

As she spoke, a great gale suddenly erupted across the sky, and a wanton hurricane swept toward Fang Can.

At the same time, the ground, which had been turned to ruins by the battle, was rapidly covered in white frost.

Before the white frost could completely freeze, it was whipped up by the howling gale, scraping toward Fang Can with great force like a flurry of sharp blades.

’What is this flashy nonsense?’ Fang Can thought as the ice shards struck his body. They were like swords and daggers, capable of shredding the body of a mortal, but that was all.

He was about to swat away the howling hurricane.

But then he heard the young woman continue her low chant: ”A hundred battles break the soldier’s armor, yet he alone holds for half a century.”

With her words, the power of the ice shards didn’t change, but they gained an armor-piercing property.

Fang Can felt only a slight stinging pain on the surface of his body as the ice shards, driven by the raging wind, actually managed to lightly graze his skin.

Fang Can: ”Is that all?”

The next moment, Fang Can raised his hand and threw a standard right straight punch. A force capable of toppling mountains and overturning seas surged forward.

Everything within a radius of several dozen meters in front of him was blasted away, clearing a direct path to the white-robed young woman.

”I have some impression of you.” Fang Can said, looking at the young woman before him. She was dressed in white with her hair tied up in a crown, her face as pale as if powdered, and her smile like a spring breeze.

”You’re Xiang Longtao’s younger royal sister, right? This is the first time I’ve beaten up the big brother only for the little sister to show up.”

”To be remembered by Young Hero Fang, the number one on the Hidden Dragon list, is an honor that would last me three lifetimes,” the young woman said with a clear laugh.

”Young Hero Fang Can is indeed a heaven-sent genius. To be able to defeat my good-for-nothing royal brother... even if I, his little sister, were to break through to the First Turn, I fear I would be no match for you.”

”Mhm, keep the praise coming. I like to hear it,” Fang Can said with a slight smile.

Seemingly not expecting Fang Can to say that, the young woman was slightly taken aback, then shook her head with a light laugh. ”This princess does not fight unprepared battles. Do you think I would come for you alone, knowing how difficult you are to deal with?”

”Royal Brother, how long are you going to mope? Have you forgotten our Father Emperor’s instructions?”

As she spoke, from the distant ruins, Xiang Longtao shattered the ground with a punch, leaped up, and landed beside the princess.

And in the distance, figures approached one after another. They were all top experts of the Great Chu at the Profound Gate Ninth Layer.

These people had long been hiding nearby. Now they all emerged, their eyes glinting with malice.

And from a distant corner, a pale-faced young man slowly walked out, gently cracking his neck.

Looking at the dozens of people before him, Fang Can laughed. ”Do you really think just having numbers will work? A few dozen Eighth and Ninth Layer Martial Artists with combat power in the three to four thousands?”

”It’s not just about numbers,” the white-robed young woman said with a smile. ”Brother Fang, do you know what the Great Derivation relied on a hundred years ago to sweep through the martial world with its million-strong imperial army?”

Fang Can’s expression turned slightly serious. He had been curious about this very question when he was in the Capital City, so he had brought it up with Prince Qing.

In response, Prince Qing had not hidden the truth, but had said with a bitter smile, ”At that time, my Imperial Brother was foolish. He vainly attempted to use a million imperial soldiers to fight a Fifth Turn expert, gambling the nation’s destiny on it, and was utterly defeated.”

As for the reason behind it, Fang Can coldly spat out two words: ”Battle formations.”

”Precisely. In that case, I’ll have to trouble Brother Gu to take action.” The young woman looked at the young man beside her.

The young man looked at Fang Can with a solemn expression. He spread his arms wide, and dozens of virtual chains extended from his back.

These chains instantly pierced into the backs of the dozens of Great Chu Martial Artists on the scene, linking them all together.

As the interlocking iron chains unfurled, the dozens of Martial Artists’ eyes flashed with ferocity, and they lunged at Fang Can in an instant.

”BOOM!”

In a flash, Fang Can’s arms shot out. A dozen or so Martial Artists before him were instantly sent flying.

But just as they were about to be knocked back, the virtual chains on their backs pulled taut, yanking them to a halt.

’This is...’ Fang Can’s eyes fell upon the arms of the dozens of Martial Artists. Their sleeves and collars all ripped at the same time, revealing reddened skin. ’Damage sharing?’

”My First Turn inheritance, [Interlocking Iron Chains], can link up to one hundred Profound Gate Martial Artists at once, allowing them to share all damage they receive.”

”Although it can’t compare to the Great Derivation’s Fourth Turn inheritance, [United as One], which could link a million imperial soldiers at once, you’re not a Fourth Turn expert either,” the pale Martial Artist said with a soft laugh.