This High Martial World is Too Crazy!!!

Chapter 84: Chapter 84: The Reincarnators’ Encirclement and Kill

”Everyone, get ready. The protagonist will be here any minute.”

On the silent street, a tense voice echoed in the minds of the numerous Reincarnators via their mental link.

Countless Reincarnators hid around street corners, behind doors, inside houses, beside buildings, and underground, their expressions incredibly tense.

Through the mental link, they could share their vision, synchronizing their lines of sight.

One of the Reincarnators had a pure white eyeball embedded in his left socket, allowing them all to see everything within a one-kilometer radius.

A total of five Reincarnation Squads had entered this world. Aside from Qu Hua’s team, the other four Reincarnation Squads had chosen the invading faction.

Unlike the team led by a scar-faced white man, the remaining three Reincarnation Squads chose to join forces to ambush Fang Can.

Of course, while they had chosen different strategies, they were still on the same side. The scar-faced man had cast a Mind-Blocking Art on them, ensuring that Mental Power on the level of a Transcendent Body couldn’t penetrate their consciousness.

Two thousand meters away, a sniper was currently clenching his jaw, his eyes shut tight. The sniper rifle in his hands was as steady as a mountain, ensuring not a single trace of killing intent would be revealed at the moment of firing.

At the mouth of an alley, a white-haired man gripped an invisible blade of space, calmly waiting to deliver the finishing blow.

At this moment, at least twenty-odd Reincarnators were hidden along this street, hoping only to kill the protagonist of this horror movie as quickly as possible and leave with a massive haul after Carnival Day ended.

As long as they killed Fang Can, their biggest obstacle, the tens of millions of ordinary people in the city would all become lambs to the slaughter. Even with the army’s protection, nothing could stop their massacre.

’So, Fang Can, please just die!’

All the Reincarnators repeated this sentence in their hearts. Suppressed by a Mind-Purifying Art, their extreme killing intent was buried deep within them, and they hid in the corners like stones.

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG!

Suddenly, accompanied by a series of explosions that grew closer and closer, everyone knew in their hearts: the prey was approaching.

In the distance, a young man’s gaze swept over the entire city like a hawk’s. By stomping on the air with his feet, he could leap high with every step, crossing dozens of meters at a time.

The so-called 50 meters per second wasn’t because that was his maximum speed. Rather, it was the limit imposed by factors like ground friction, his stride length, and the planet’s gravity.

With each casual step, most of his power was used to counteract the force of the ground. The air solidified around him like the surface of water, creating resistance. If he carelessly jumped into the air, he would have to wait for his body to fall before he could push off again.

If he were heavier, he could run even faster. But under the engine of real-world physics, he was like an ordinary person trying to run underwater—unable to exert his full strength.

Unfortunately, his current strength wasn’t enough to run by stomping on the air. Otherwise, given his stride, a hundred meters per second would be a piece of cake.

In the distance, a huge artillery shell was fired, blasting straight toward Fang Can’s face.

With an extreme twist of his body, Fang Can’s slender waist and abdomen tensed. He narrowly—incredibly narrowly—dodged the fist-sized shell and landed on the ground.

Without any nonsense, in the world of his Heart Image, an extreme white light flashed. A forty-meter-long greatsword chopped down, and the consciousness of the few thugs hiding inside the tank was instantly destroyed.

Even with the tank’s protection, when faced with an omnipresent skill like the Heart Image, the mortals hiding behind the armor were as easily crushed as defenseless ants.

After dealing with the tanks, Fang Can started running again. Accompanied by the loud booms of him shattering the air, his figure drew closer and closer to them.

Listening to the approaching roar, which grew heavier and heavier like that of a prehistoric beast, the hidden Reincarnators became even more tense.

Just as he was about to reach them, the sound of running abruptly stopped.

’What’s going on? Is Fang Can not coming over?’ someone couldn’t help but question through the mental link.

Others were burning with anxiety. ’Is this well-planned assassination going to end just like that?’

”Such a quiet street.”

Fang Can’s figure paused in mid-air. He did a flip and landed on the ground, looking at the empty, silent street before him.

Although everything ahead was dead silent, Fang Can felt a prickling on his back, as if countless killing intents were waiting for him.

Just a moment ago, his aptitude had suddenly skyrocketed, temporarily increasing from the normal 50 times to 200 times.

With his Reversal of Fortune ability, any potential sneak attack was like an open declaration of war.

’Why isn’t he coming in? Hurry up and take a few more steps!’

In the alley, someone was repeatedly screaming in their mind. Others wanted to strike immediately but were stopped.

As Fang Can scanned the area with a cold gaze, he casually swung a Heart Image hand-blade into the street.

’If there are living people in there, there will definitely be a reaction, whether they resist or are crushed.’

But the swing was like a clay ox sinking into the sea—nothing happened. Under the Mind-Blocking Art, their minds were as solid as rock, like inanimate objects.

Fang Can listened intently, but due to a Silencing Art, he heard no heartbeats or breathing. It was as if the street were truly empty.

It could only be said that when a dozen or so Reincarnators from different systems worked together, they possessed all sorts of bizarre abilities. Even someone a whole level stronger could stumble and fall.

”So the danger isn’t in front of me? Am I just scaring myself?”

Fang Can hesitated for a moment but immediately dismissed the thought. His intuition told him the enemy was right on the other side of the street!

’But so what?’ After a brief pause, Fang Can stepped in with a blank expression.

This level of danger felt incredibly perilous, but he trusted in the confidence born from two months of arduous training. He would charge right into this blatant death trap.

’He’s coming!’

Feeling the footsteps start up again, beads of cold sweat broke out on their backs. They were ready to strike at any moment.

One step, two steps...

As Fang Can slowly walked into the street, and after a short while longer...

THUD—

The paving stones beneath Fang Can’s feet suddenly shattered as two thick arms shot out, desperately grabbing for his legs.

”Earth Style: Headhunter Jutsu!”

That cry was like a referee’s starting signal. In the next moment, a sky-full of spells enveloped Fang Can.

[Slow]

[Gravity]

[Powerless Light]

”Got you!”

Underground, the Reincarnator grabbed Fang Can’s ankle, a flash of joy in his eyes, and was about to drag him down.

But faster than his movements was an iron fist from above.

BOOM—!!!

Hundreds of tons of force pressed down from Fang Can’s fist. The Ninja’s body below shattered inch by inch like a stalk of sugarcane.

The ground was smashed into a huge crater half a foot deep and two meters wide, and a massive amount of blood immediately spewed up from below.

Amidst the surging blood, Fang Can’s eyes were filled with bloodthirsty killing intent. He had entered the Evil Tiger Devouring Body state:

”Caught you, you little rats!”