Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 114: Crushing! Humiliation!
At this moment, the sky was covered with dark clouds.

Fang Can stepped on the broadsword that was inserted diagonally into the ground with one foot, looking down at the five people present with contempt.

Invisibly, a terrifying aura burst out from within his body.

“Quack! God, show your might and beat these troublemakers to their knees!”

"Hee, I can't wait to see these caterpillars being dealt with by the gods!"

"We must severely humiliate these ignorant bastards!"

……

As the situation turned around, the disciples around cheered and were as happy as if it were New Year.

Ye Yonglie frowned and shouted sternly: "What are you guys still standing there for? Keep playing the music and dancing, and show the aura of our gods!"

The next moment, the warriors' solemn and holy prayers mixed with the background sounds of wind instruments and began chanting again.

"Something mysterious."

Wan Chenyu snorted coldly. Although his momentum was weakened by three points, he still held on to his fighting spirit and resisted the vast amount of thoughts: "I don't believe that you have ascended to heaven."

As he spoke, Fang Can's enlarged red left palm had already stretched forward, like five giant pillars supporting the sky pressing down, as if the entire world was shrinking in a small space.

When a mind-sensing warrior who was carrying the sedan chair behind him saw this scene, tears couldn't help but flow from his eyes.

Fang Can was using his unique martial art, the Heaven-Covering Hand Seal.

But the momentum, skills, strength and speed displayed by Fang Can at this moment were much stronger than his.

It was as if the world was truly obscured by a tiny palm.

Seeing the god using his own skills to fight the enemy, and being so much more powerful, he just felt proud.

As the person involved, Wan Chenyu was not so relaxed.

Facing Fang Can's unstoppable palm, Wan Chenyu felt that every direction around him was blocked and he could not hide anywhere.

Can't hide! Can't avoid! Can't dodge!

At this close distance, Wan Chenyu's martial arts training over the past decade or so is telling him the fact that he will definitely be suppressed by Fang Can!

That being the case.

Then don't hide! Don't avoid! Don't dodge!

As a warrior, if the sky oppresses me, I will split the sky; if the earth oppresses me, I will crush the earth.

The next moment, Wan Chenyu's eyes were filled with enthusiasm and fighting spirit, and he faced Fang Can's huge palm that covered the sky without dodging.

"Snapped!"

With a slight sound of flesh and blood being pressed down, Wan Chenyu's head was already tightly grasped by Fang Can's palm.

Under the terrifying pressure from the fingertips, the skin and flesh on his head began to deform, and the pain was transmitted to his brain through the nerves.

Fang Can grabbed Wan Chenyu's head tightly, raised his right fist high, and was about to punch out with his right fist.

But first, Wan Chenyu's right arm hit Fang Can's face with great force.

"Boom!"

Like the beating of a drum, the dull sound spread all around, drowning out the voices of prayer.

Wan Chenyu's eyes widened as the air exploded.

Under his full-strength attack, the bones in his right hand were fractured, but what about Fang Can's cheek?
No harm at all!!!

At least 70% of the force of this punch was deflected by the Golden Body of Subduing the Tiger and the Dragon.

As for the remaining 30%, at this moment's upright state, apart from some twisting and deformation of the skin and flesh under the great force, not even bruises appeared.

"How is this possible!" Several noble family disciples were stunned: "Could this guy really be a warrior who has reached the heavenly stage?"

"I've already let you punch me, now it's my turn."

With his cheek pressed against Wan Chenyu's fist, Fang Can's voice came in a low voice from behind the fist.

After the words fell! Raise your hand! Punch!

With his left hand holding Wan Chenyu's head, he swung his right arm like a giant hammer. Under this punch that could split mountains and shatter rocks, Wan Chenyu sadly discovered that he could not escape after his head was grabbed.

then--

"Boom!!!"

At the moment of collision, his nose was shattered into pieces.

The bones, along with the flesh, are deeply embedded in the skull.

With his face shattered, Wan Chenyu's originally high-spirited eyeballs were turned into meat paste by this punch.

With just one punch, his cheek was completely deformed, and blood and a little pink-white brain matter spurted out of his ears under the pressure.

Behind him, the originally lush trees became bare under the fierce scratching of the fist wind.

It seemed as if time had entered late autumn, with countless fallen leaves tumbling to the ground.

At this moment, fist to fist, face to face, the two situations form a contrast.

"Brother Wan!"

Looking at Wan Chenyu's miserable appearance, whose life or death was unknown, Li Xiangyang and others shouted subconsciously.

After shouting this, he realized that he seemed to have shouted a little too early.

As if abandoning the pleasure, Fang Can threw away Wan Chenyu's body with his arms hanging down, and stared at the few people with his scarlet eyes:

"I still have the mind to care about others. I was so busy dealing with him that I forgot to deal with you."

"Get out!"

Li Xiangyang heard the hurried voices of his companions.

But where to retreat? Where to retreat?
In his eyes, he saw a figure rapidly enlarging in his field of vision. When he came to his senses, his body had been swung up in the severe weightlessness.

Like a javelin, Fang Can aimed at the three escaping young masters of noble families and threw Li Xiangyang's body directly.

‘Damn it! ’

Listening to the sound of wind whistling behind his ears, one of them cursed inwardly.

He turned around and crossed his arms, trying to block the hidden weapon that was thrown at him.

But they saw that the so-called hidden weapon was actually a person, Li Xiangyang, their companion who came with them?

The most important thing is that Li Xiangyang's body did not fly from the front, but drew a strange arc in the air and directly hit his ribs.

"puff!"

As blood spurted out and ribs broke, the four of them were strung together and thrown out like dogs eating shit.

"Young man, do you know what gun fighting is?"

Fang Can muttered to himself, looking at the four people as if he were looking at a dead dog.

Among the five people who came this time, except for the one with the broadsword whose strength was acceptable, the strength of the others was just so-so.

"What a bunch of losers, they are still trying to pick fights with others." Fang Can curled his lips in disdain.

Just as he was about to step forward, he saw one of them holding his injured ribs and said, "Young Master Fang, we were the ones who offended you before. Now that the winner has been decided, why don't we..."

"Why not use you as a sacrifice?" Fang Can grinned and said:
"Come on, strip these guys naked and hang them on the poles. We'll take them to the capital for free."

As he spoke, with a twist of flesh and blood, Fang Can's body had returned to its 1.8-meter height.

The originally red skin turned white again, and the cheeks became slightly pale due to blood loss, making him look frail.

But everyone knew that this was just the boy's camouflage color, and he possessed demonic power in his body.

Seeing Fang Can going too far, the previously gentle man's face was filled with anger and he said, "How dare you!"

The next moment, Fang Can’s right foot had already stepped out, pressing the opponent’s head directly into the ground.

"I did so, what can you do to me?"

(End of this chapter)