This High Martial World is Too Crazy!!!

In a trench on the plains, Fang Can felt a searing pain across his left cheek.

From a third-person perspective, it would look as though half of Fang Can’s face was cracking, bit by bit, like shatterproof glass.

This was a side effect of his Heaven-Supporting Skill. While it increased the hardness of his epidermis by compressing his blood, it also reduced his skin’s resilience.

It was just like a car’s windshield forming a fine, spiderweb pattern of cracks after an impact.

’That last strike wasn’t just pure physical strength,’ Fang Can thought calmly.

In a villa back in the modern world over ten days ago, Liu Qingmeng had finished explaining the concept of Hundred-Day Foundation Establishment. She looked at the pensive Fang Can and said with a smile,

”You don’t think the only special thing about the First Turn is immense strength, do you?”

”There are other effects?” Fang Can frowned instinctively. ’The stat boosts are already absurd enough, but there are other mechanics, too?’

”Of course. The most important principle of our Martial Dao is turning the false into the real, the illusory into the tangible.”

”Before the Heaven-Ascending Road, a Martial Artist’s Heart Image can only affect the mind.”

”But after the Heaven-Ascending Road, your Heart Image turns the false into the real, allowing it to tangibly affect the physical world.”

”For example?” Fang Can asked, his curiosity piqued.

”For example, Inner Strength, True Qi, Magic, battle aura, Chakra—all these conceptual energies you’ve imagined in your mind will manifest.”

Liu Qingmeng said proudly, ”In the end, the energy you conceptualize during the Transcendent Body stage is all virtual. No matter how powerful a Transcendent Body Martial Artist is, they ultimately rely on their physical bodies to fight.”

”Even if you push your physical body to its absolute limits, you can’t escape that fact.”

”But once you reach the Heaven-Ascending Road Realm, you can use the battle aura, vital energy, and Spiritual Qi manifested by your Heart Image to aid in combat. You can truly project your energy externally.”

”Let’s say your physical strength was suddenly multiplied by ten. How fast do you think you could run?” Liu Qingmeng asked in return.

”How fast could I run if my physical constitution was ten times stronger?” Fang Can mused.

”Factoring in external forces like friction, air resistance, and gravity, I’d probably max out at 200 meters per second.”

”That’s the influence of real-world physics preventing you from fully unleashing your potential speed.” Liu Qingmeng wagged a finger.

”But with the aid of those energies, you can ignore most physical laws and completely unleash the speed you’re truly capable of.”

”At that point, reaching speeds of three or four hundred meters per second wouldn’t be just a dream.”

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’The manifestation of energy, huh...’

Fang Can thought back to Wang Peng’s punch. It had felt like a sledgehammer smashing directly into his face. ’It must have been something like a Martial Artist’s Gang Qi.’

As he rose from the trench, the area was already in chaos. Countless Martial Artists were scattering and fleeing, while his followers were trying to move closer to help.

”All of you, back away,” Fang Can said in a cold voice.

”My Lord God, that’s a First Turn Martial Artist! We want to help hold him back so you can escape!” a Heart Image Martial Artist said, his voice trembling with fear.

Though his legs had begun to tremble slightly under the First Turn’s oppressive aura, he still spoke through gritted teeth.

”I said, all of you back away. Or do you intend to interfere with my fight?” Fang Can’s voice was like ice.

’What is he saying!?’

At that moment, it wasn’t just the Heart Image Martial Artists at the scene.

Even the ministers in the imperial court, who were watching through a water mirror and preparing to intervene, were in utter disbelief.

”Does he really intend to fight a First Turn with nothing but a mere Transcendent Body?”

”He’s too young and arrogant.”

”It’s fine. Witnessing the gap firsthand will motivate him to improve. It’s a lesson he has to learn the hard way.”

”That’s right. As long as he isn’t dead for more than three seconds and the body is still warm, I can bring him back. Be ready to teleport me over there in a moment.”

The ministers exchanged comments, one after another, labeling Fang Can’s actions as arrogant and foolish.

It was because they had reached the First Turn themselves that they truly understood the difference between the two Realms.

Even the absolute weakest First Turn couldn’t be defeated head-on by someone at the Ninth Layer.

But his followers didn’t care about any of that. They gazed at their god with adoration, practically ready to rally behind a war banner.

’Yes! This is how it should be! This is the courage to draw a blade against a stronger foe!’

’This is the god we want to believe in!’

’Regardless of the outcome, would any of the other Evil Gods or Pseudo-Gods dare to do this?’

Immediately, some Martial Artists began to back away while chanting the *Sutra of the Supreme, Resplendent, and Glorious God-Emperor*.

”Are these people... insane?” one of the princess’s escorts muttered from a distance as their group retreated. They felt that both the god and his followers were unhinged.

But in the next moment, Wan Guixuan’s figure suddenly appeared and calmly ordered the team to halt their retreat.

The ministers had just ordered him to retrieve one of Fang Can’s severed limbs the moment he died, as it was necessary for the resurrection.

Even Wan Yuxuan himself had given the order, seeing it as a potential opportunity to repair his relationship with Fang Can.

The stage was now set. Wang Peng stared at Fang Can, his expression savage, and sneered, ”Hoh hoh, not only did you not run, you actually dare to fight back?”

”How can I possibly quell this rage and killing intent without beating you, a gutter rat, to death!”

”And here, in a place bathed in sunlight... this is my home turf.”

Fang Can’s tone was glacial. Under the great sun shining in the sky, its light was being absorbed and converted into energy for him.

The spiderweb of cracks on his cheek began to mend, bit by bit, at a rate visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, Fang Can’s body began to blur, creating layered afterimages that obscured his face.

”What is this Cultivation Technique?” one of the ministers asked instinctively.

With his powerful vision, he could see through the water mirror that Fang Can’s body was trembling violently.

Only Fang Can himself knew the truth. He was cultivating—cultivating right here on the battlefield.