This High Martial World is Too Crazy!!!

Chapter 219: Chapter 217: Sea of Blood Undying Body vs. Forbidden Word Skill

Seeing how completely unfazed Fang Can was, Xiang Yinchen could only marvel to himself, ’What a monster.’

”That kid... It’s only been a few days since his First Turn breakthrough, yet with pure physical strength alone, he’s already on par with a Second Turn Martial Artist.”

He had watched the Grand Tournament of the Various Nations. To have improved so much in such a short time, it looked like Fang Can must have used some kind of Secret Technique to bypass the Hundred-Day Foundation Establishment.

Watching the other man’s display of emotion, Fang Can simply said coolly, ”Trash. You haven’t even reached the average strength for a Second Turn Martial Artist, yet you dare presume to judge me?”

Xiang Yinchen gently shook his hand, and the aching numbness from their clash instantly vanished. Above, the river of blood shrank just a bit.

This was the Light of the Soul he had awakened upon his First Turn breakthrough: Undying Body.

In Xiang Yinchen’s mind, nothing was more important than staying alive!

Power, Realm, combat strength—all of it was secondary. Only a long life offered hope and a future.

He was well aware of his own Martial Dao aptitude. It was perhaps a one-in-ten-thousand talent, or even the cream of the crop among a hundred thousand.

But you could find several geniuses like him in any given city, and across all of Great Chu, he didn’t even rank.

If not for his family’s support, it’s doubtful he could have even broken through to the First Turn.

Advancing further after the First Turn was even more difficult than ascending to the heavens.

But in Xiang Yinchen’s eyes, the two-hundred-year lifespan of a First Turn Martial Artist was far, far too short.

His family was monumentally powerful, with mountains of gold and silver he could never finish spending. He hadn’t lived long enough. It was nowhere near long enough!

Driven by his desire to live, as he broke through to the First Turn, he decisively abandoned the legacy his family had chosen for him and gave his burgeoning Light of the Soul a single command.

’Live on!’

’I must live on!’

’I must live longer than anyone else!’

’No matter the method, I must enjoy my wealth and status to the absolute fullest. For that, I am willing to pay any price!’

With such thoughts driving him, after breaking through to the First Turn, Xiang Yinchen discovered to his horror that his body had begun to mutate.

He couldn’t eat!

The fine delicacies he once enjoyed now tasted worse than dog shit, and trying to eat them only gave him diarrhea?

He couldn’t cultivate!

The energy expended during practice could not be replenished.

Dual Cultivation was impossible!

His body had become like a funnel; he didn’t dare let any of his essence escape.

He was terrified of fighting!

Any injury would deplete his body’s very substance.

In this state of despair, Xiang Yinchen could only watch helplessly as his body wasted away, as if the heavens themselves were punishing him for his greed.

The First Turn should have granted him a two-hundred-year lifespan, but with this constant one-way drain, he was rapidly withering into a dried-up husk.

But during this process of waiting for death, by a stroke of sheer luck, he saw the blood spilled by two Martial Artists brawling on the street.

The coppery, sweet blood, which should have tasted like rust, was instead indescribably delicious. After he drank it, the energy he’d been losing for days was finally replenished.

After repeated investigation, Xiang Yinchen discovered that apparently only blood containing the Blood of Domination of Great Chu could replenish his body’s expenditure.

The once-promising rising star had become a monster who could only sustain himself on the blood of his relatives. The blow to his reputation was immense.

Xiang Yinchen was met with fear and rejection from his entire clan.

His elders grew distant, his peers regarded him with disgust, and the younger generations were terrified of him. He was treated like a pariah.

But none of that mattered, because Xiang Yinchen discovered that, for his body, time had almost come to a standstill.

He aged at least a dozen times slower than other First Turn Martial Artists of his time.

The power of time is infinite.

By the time he was 200 years old, all the First Turn peers who had once mocked him had died of old age.

By the time he was 300, four or five generations of descendants who had once feared him had come and gone.

When he knelt before the grave of his Second Turn mother, dressed in mourning, he couldn’t suppress the joyful smile on his face at his own longevity.

In his 437th year, his Third Turn father, with his 500-year lifespan, also passed away.

And he, who was never supposed to break through again, successfully advanced to the Second Turn after 626 years of bitter cultivation, extending his life once more.

His legacy also evolved from the original Undying Body into the Blood Sea Undying Body.

As long as the sea of blood above him existed, he was immortal and indestructible.

Now, having lived for nearly a millennium, all his peers and old acquaintances were long dead and gone.

He had outlived countless Third and Fourth Turn masters, and the grass on their graves grew dozens of feet high.

Even the current Chu Emperor, Xiang Hongtu, had to address him as an elder by seniority. Countless civil and military officials in the imperial court were his former students and subordinates. All of this, he owed to his long life.

Now, being mocked by Fang Can, Xiang Yinchen sneered:

”You sharp-tongued junior. Do you really think your aggressive ways will last? Today, I’ll teach you a thing or two.”

With an explosive roar from Xiang Yinchen, the ground trembled as his fist lunged forward like the snapping jaws of a tyrannosaurus.

Seeing this, Fang Can spun rapidly. As his spine twisted, his left hand parried while his right arm came down from above in a Great Sage’s Splitting Strike.

But as his right arm descended, a turbulent wave of air rushed to meet him. Xiang Yinchen neither dodged nor evaded, and was simply cleaved in two.

His sundered body dissolved into two pools of blood that merged again in mid-air. With a mocking expression, the reformed Xiang Yinchen lashed out with his right leg, aiming a vicious kick at Fang Can’s chest.

”Heh. Martial Artists like you who rely on pure physical strength are born to be the lowest tier of trash.”

As he spoke, his right foot had already slammed violently into Fang Can’s chest.

But then, the foot—powerful enough to shatter a skyscraper—felt as if it had struck a solid iron plate.

With a slight twitch of his shoulder, the rebound force caused Xiang Yinchen’s foot to shatter inch by inch, exploding into splattering flecks of flesh.

Carrying a trace of Fang Can’s power, these exploding bits of flesh rained down like thousands of cannonballs.

Amidst a series of RUMBLES, countless buildings were pierced by the flying chunks of flesh, and a large area of structures behind them collapsed.

Before Xiang Yinchen could even react, a hand that seemed cast from diamond filled his vision.

It was as if he wasn’t gripping the head of a Second Turn Martial Artist, but a piece of soft cotton candy.

With just a slight squeeze, Xiang Yinchen’s head was effortlessly popped.

”Since twenty thousand tons of force wasn’t enough, then two million tons should do.”

Fang Can’s tone was perfectly flat. Virtual black rings, draped diagonally like chains, had appeared on his left hand and right foot.

He had clearly activated his First Turn legacy: the Forbidden Word Skill.

If anyone could see Fang Can’s stats right now, they would notice the trick.

Health: 0.1

Strength: 200

Speed: 200

Defense: 200

Stamina: 200

HP Regen: 0

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The Forbidden Word Skill was an ability that granted massively boosted physical attributes in exchange for imposing a restriction on oneself.

The moment he activated it, Fang Can had completely sealed away his own surging, dragon-like lifeblood in exchange for his current, transcendent power.

What would be a mere scrape to an ordinary person would now be a fatal injury to Fang Can.

In other words, he could not afford to be injured by any of Xiang Yinchen’s subsequent attacks, because any injury would mean death.

But this death-defying risk, like walking on a tightrope...

...was exactly what Fang Can wanted!!!

”Did you hear that?”

Fang Can’s voice was ethereal, leaving the distant Xiang Yinchen, who was regenerating within his river of blood, completely baffled.

”The echo of Reversal of Fortune!”