This High Martial World is Too Crazy!!!

Chapter 88: Chapter 88: The 9 Clans as Bargaining Chips

On the street, tempers flaring, Fang Can and the Mighty King stared each other down.

Their exchange of trash talk had successfully fanned the flames of true killing intent.

An intense killing intent radiated from the Mighty King’s body, making everyone nearby feel as if the very ground beneath their feet was soaked in blood.

’This level of killing intent... he really is the Mighty King who’s killed over three hundred people.’ The Reincarnators watching from afar were ecstatic, thinking the win was in the bag.

But in the next instant, Fang Can’s Heart Image, for no apparent reason, crushed down upon the Mighty King.

If the Mighty King’s killing intent was a stream of blood, then the aura coalescing from Fang Can’s Heart Image was a monstrous tidal wave, threatening to sweep everything away.

In that instant, the Mighty King felt as if he were caught between heaven and earth, about to be overwhelmed by an ocean of blood.

Before the power of nature, he felt utterly insignificant.

’Crap, I forgot to cast the Mental Block on the Mighty King.’ The scar-faced Reincarnator behind him thought with alarm, immediately raising his wand to cast it.

The Mighty King, nearly brought to his knees by the mental assault, finally snapped out of it, only to see the young man before him with arms crossed and a mocking smirk.

”You’re not all that, are you? Needing help from the sidelines.”

Fang Can said contemptuously, his eyes flicking to the nearby Reincarnators.

’So he’s the one who blocked everyone’s consciousness?’

The Mighty King’s face instantly flushed red, and he coldly said to the Reincarnator behind him, ”Don’t interfere again. I’m enough on my own.”

As he spoke, he turned back and said defiantly, ”If all you can do is pull these childish tricks, then prepare to die.”

”Enough. You talk too much. Just make your move. I’ll even give you the first hit,” Fang Can said, waving his hand impatiently.

’If I’d actually wanted to attack, I could have landed a hundred punches while he was under the control of my Heart Image. Who does he think he is, posturing like that?’

...

At this moment, Z City had descended into chaos.

The battle between Fang Can and the Reincarnators had drawn away all support, allowing large groups of rioters to wreak havoc throughout the city.

But the chaos elsewhere no longer mattered. The entire nation’s eyes were fixed on the two men in their standoff, awaiting the imminent battle.

Watching the tense standoff, the King of Trash Takes was so excited he was about to pop a boner in the studio.

”This is great! So damn great! Fucking awesome!”

”Both are physically powerful! Both are espers with luck-based powers! It’s such a perfect matchup, and they’re fighting to the death with their nine clans on the line!”

”It feels like clenching every muscle in your body right before you blow your load! I could die happy just from watching a fight like this!”

Staring at the screen, the King of Trash Takes’s hands trembled as he slammed the track change button, switching to an even more intense song.

To the beat of the drums, the once-sensational song from before the Great Cataclysm, ”YMCA,” began to play!

And to this powerful beat, let’s tally up the stakes for both fighters.

The so-called nine clans are divided into: four from the paternal clan! Three from the maternal clan! And two from the wife’s clan!

To list them out individually, they are: parents, siblings, children, paternal cousins, nephews and nieces, grandchildren, maternal grandparents, maternal uncles, and parents-in-law!

In this regard, both men were on equal footing. Each had a living set of parents, but no siblings.

Fang Can wasn’t at a significant disadvantage when it came to cousins, either.

However, since Fang Can wasn’t married, he was at a clear disadvantage regarding the two from the wife’s clan.

So, in this battle waged with their clans as collateral, Fang Can had seven ”shares” at stake, while the Mighty King had a full nine, giving him a distinct advantage.

Even a child could tell you that if their clans were depleted at the same rate, the one starting with more would naturally last longer.

Thus, from the very start, Fang Can was destined to be at a disadvantage.

If their luck was equal and the fight dragged on, Fang Can’s ”clan reserves” would likely run out first.

Outside of Z City, the parents and relatives of both Fang Can and the Mighty King watched the live broadcast, their faces filled with terror and panic. They never imagined they could be affected while watching from thousands of kilometers away.

”Damn it! That ungrateful son, gambling with our lives!” Fang Tao’s rage was uncontrollable as he watched Fang Can on television. ”He’s just the model of filial piety, isn’t he!”

Beside him, Yang Huaqin looked on worriedly. She was shocked at the power her son was displaying, but also terrified that she herself had been dragged into a battle between espers.

It wasn’t just them. All the relatives of both Fang Can and the Mighty King were scared to death, wishing they could have their names struck from the family records immediately.

The moment the clan tally was complete, their eyes met. The Mighty King threw a savage punch with his head-sized right fist!

As his fist cut through the air, Fang Can was a step ahead. His right leg swung high and viciously connected with the Mighty King’s cheek.

”BOOM!”

With a deafening explosion, the Mighty King’s body was sent flying as if struck by a multi-ton battle-axe. He plowed a furrow in the ground before crashing into a nearby storefront.

With a loud CRASH, countless bricks rained down, burying the Mighty King’s body.

Meanwhile, in a hotel in C City over a thousand kilometers away, the moment the Mighty King was hit, the lights in Fang Tao’s room flickered and then went out.

The Mighty King’s parents watched in horror as the glasses in their hands suddenly cracked.

Beyond their physical strength, the clash of their luck had now officially begun!

”Fang Can, I’m going to kill you!”

The next moment, with a tremendous crash, the Mighty King burst from the rubble, his eyes locking onto Fang Can with pure, unadulterated killing intent.

His hands had transformed into blades of steel.

As he charged at Fang Can, he dragged his bladed hand along the ground, carving a narrow, ever-lengthening groove in the pavement.

He swung with a vicious slash, but Fang Can sidestepped it. The sharp gust of wind from the attack split a wooden rack behind him in two.

The Mighty King hacked relentlessly with his bladed hands. The force of his swings was enough to score even solid steel.

”Die, die, die for me...”

The Mighty King roared, but in the next second, a fist slammed into his chest, caving it in. The pain forced the words back down his throat.

With a squelch of shifting flesh, the caved-in muscles popped back into place. Aside from some slight swelling, he appeared unharmed.

”Pathetic technique. Other than being a bit thick-skinned, it seems I overestimated you.”

Fang Can scoffed. ”Now, you can just let me beat you to death.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a flurry of blows, so fast they became afterimages, rushed toward the Mighty King, whose pupils contracted in shock.

”BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM...”

In an instant, dozens of hundred-ton punches enveloped the Mighty King. He tried to fight back, but none of his own attacks could even touch the young man.

Far away, the sniper, who had been lying dormant for a long time, suddenly snapped his eyes open.

His instincts told him his chance had arrived.