This High Martial World is Too Crazy!!!

Chapter 197: Chapter 195: Shocking a Hundred Li (Finale)

’What a bloodbath...’

In the pavilion at the center of Lotus Heart Lake, Xiang Ziyu watched the distant slaughter and sighed to herself.

She never expected Fang Can to have quietly developed such a terrifying technique that could amplify his flesh and blood by a factor of 52.

For a mere Transcendent Body to suppress and beat hundreds of First Turn Martial Artists was truly terrifying.

’But... I hope the kid is smart about this. A pure physical powerhouse who hasn’t even reached the First Turn can be countered in many ways.’

’One mistake, and death will be what greets him,’ Xiang Ziyu assessed from her spectator’s viewpoint.

’I hope he wins. That way, I can just coast into the top five, hehe.’

...

On the other side, after grabbing a Martial Artist he had been watching and using him as a shield against a dart, Fang Can turned his head to look at the person who had just cried out.

Noticing Fang Can’s gaze, the Martial Artist’s expression changed. He subconsciously took a step back, and then a dreadful palpitation spread through his body.

”Wait... this isn’t right... This feeling is from my Soul-Chasing Life-Taking...”

The Martial Artist screamed as he, the one who had just thrown the Soul-Chasing Life-Taking Dart, also melted into a pool of blood.

’So it really is shared damage...’ Fang Can exhaled, looking down at the pool of pus and blood at his feet.

A moment ago, he had been about to casually smash this Martial Artist to a pulp, but a bad feeling, an intuition of danger, had come over him, causing him to hold back.

Looking back now, if he had struck then and turned the man into meat paste, his own body would have probably suffered unimaginable damage.

’In the end, even a pure flesh-and-blood Martial Artist has limits,’ the thought surfaced in Fang Can’s mind.

Just now, despite possessing overwhelming power, he was still surrounded by hidden dangers. The slightest carelessness could have gotten him killed by some dirty trick.

You could never predict what bizarre inheritances these Martial Artists might pull out.

If anyone else possessed Fang Can’s physical strength, they probably would have been defeated long ago. It was only because of Fang Can’s superhuman intuition, his ability to sense danger, that he had managed to fight his way to this point.

Moreover, different types of Martial Artists countered one another.

For example, Martial Artists who could turn into elements or wraiths, even if they had just entered the First Turn, could fight opponents several ranks higher thanks to their tenacious damage immunity.

Take that Great Inference Martial Artist from the Transformation Sect who had turned himself into air. Even the current Fang Can would have to put in some effort to deal with him.

But because his stats were insufficient, that Transformation Sect Martial Artist, who would have been troublesome for Fang Can, could be forcefully pulled onto a chessboard for a game of life-and-death chess by a Rule System Martial Artist.

And Ye Yun Peak, who could have used chess to strangle the Transformation Sect Martial Artist, was instantly and forcefully crushed when facing Fang Can, whose stats were a cut above.

In the Idealistic Martial Dao, stats and mechanics have always existed in a relationship of checks and balances.

And now, after blasting another Martial Artist to pieces, Fang Can’s gaze swept across the entire field.

’Four hundred people left. But I dealt with the troublesome ones in the last 90 seconds. There shouldn’t be any more weird inheritances left.’

Fang Can scanned the Martial Artists before him, compressing his body down to three meters as his muscles tensed bit by bit.

At this moment, his white hair flowed freely. The clothes given to him by Ji Donglai had transformed into a pair of pants hanging at his waist, covering the crucial parts.

His golden-glowing skin revealed powerful muscles that exuded absolute sexual tension, which, combined with his handsome features, made him look like a god descended to the mortal world.

And as they met his gaze, the surrounding Martial Artists were utterly despondent.

This Fang Can was simply too overpowered. He was clearly a flesh-and-blood Martial Artist, yet in addition to his absurd stats, he also had an ability like intuition.

He had sensed and dodged most of the fatal sneak attacks, and those with cognitive-altering inheritances were blasted out of the air before they could even make a move.

Just now, someone had even transformed into a sky-full of Gu-insects, only to be forcefully punched into insect paste mid-air by Fang Can.

What Fang Can brought them now was pure, unadulterated despair.

He had overpowered stats and a superhuman intuition that crushed all opposition, and the only one who could have checked him, the Great Inference Martial Artist, had been killed by their own hands due to the influence of fate.

Despair... A despair that surpassed all expectations...

Watching the youth walk toward them, a profound sense of powerlessness welled up from the bottom of everyone’s heart.

Who among them hadn’t endured hardship since childhood?

They started martial arts at three, entered the Profound Gate First Layer at five, and by ten, had stabilized their bodies at the peak of the Eighth or Ninth Layer of the Transcendent Body.

Then, from the age of ten until today, they had spent years tempering and polishing their bodies to solidify their foundations.

They had spent so many resources, so much effort and sweat, to obtain physiques several times stronger than ordinary people of the same realm.

Which one of them wasn’t a genius renowned throughout the kingdoms, one chosen from hundreds of thousands, even millions, of Martial Artists?

But after breaking through the Heaven-Ascending Road, even when they joined forces, they couldn’t withstand a single blow from this Transcendent Body before them.

The gap between them was unimaginably vast.

Xiang Longtao clenched his fists in fury, his enraged eyes locked onto Fang Can, overflowing with surging killing intent.

A legacy flesh-and-blood Martial Artist like him, even with a combat power of 700,000 to 800,000, was categorized by Fang Can as non-threatening and wasn’t cleared out in the first wave.

Watching the youth approach, Xiang Longtao wished countless times that Fang Can would kill him first, but each time, he was ignored.

It seemed that in Fang Can’s eyes, the other Martial Artists were far more threatening. He, the former number one on the Qianlong Ranking, was nothing more than a small fry.

But how could that be? He was number one on the Qianlong Ranking! He was supposed to be *tied* for first place with Fang Can!

In his extreme rage, Xiang Longtao felt his body, which had just achieved a breakthrough, begin to show a trace of instability.

’Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!’

All sorts of thoughts flooded Xiang Longtao’s mind, but just as he was about to make a desperate, last-ditch move, Fang Can’s gaze swept over him.

Subconsciously, all his anger subsided, and a wave of joy rose in Xiang Longtao’s heart. He just knew Fang Can cared about him after all.

For a moment, the feeling of being acknowledged by someone stronger welled up inside him, but it was quickly shattered.

Because Fang Can had truly just given him a casual glance, paying him no more attention than he would a stray dog on the side of the road.

’I was ignored? He actually ignored me?’

A sense of absurdity rose from the bottom of his heart, and Xiang Longtao roared in fury without hesitation, ”Fang Can, come and kill me! Don’t you want to kill me?”

”Why are you yelling so loud? You’re being a little noisy,” Fang Can said with a frown.

”As long as you kill me, you’ll be the undisputed number one on the Qianlong Ranking, you...”

His words were immediately cut off. Fang Can looked at the youth before him as if he were a clown.

”Why do you care so much about that stupid ranking? I’m not embarrassed about being tied for first. Besides, doesn’t it just make you look more like a clown?”

”PFFFT—”

Following Fang Can’s words, a mouthful of fresh blood spurted from Xiang Longtao’s mouth.

Under the pitying gazes of the surrounding Martial Artists, Xiang Longtao collapsed to the ground. His Dao Heart had become unstable, and the flesh on his body immediately began to mutate uncontrollably.