Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 34 Defeat all the heroes!

"What did you say?"

Following Fang Can's provocation, a huge uproar ensued, and the looks from his fellow disciples around him immediately turned unfriendly.

One person can single-handedly challenge hundreds of people in their entire training ground?
Even if Master Yang Lie, who had practiced for a lifetime and barely reached the fifth level of Xuanguan, were to do this himself, he might not be able to accomplish it.

Although they didn't know how Fang Can cultivated so quickly in seven days, it was obvious that he would not exceed the second level of Xuanguan.

Since there is no huge generation gap between them, it would be too arrogant to take on the role of one against a hundred.

Thinking of this, they suppressed their shock at Fang Can's increased strength, and everyone stepped forward together, surrounding Fang Can, as if they were going to fight him if they disagreed.

"Brothers, can't you hear clearly?" Fang Can threw Li Qunfan's body away like throwing away garbage, then clasped his hands and said:

"I want to test my own strength, so I would like to ask for your advice, brothers."

"We are here to learn from each other. There is no limit to the number of people. Please give us your guidance."

"Okay, okay, I admit that you may be a genius, but you are still too arrogant." A burly man, two meters tall, strode out of the crowd.

"My name is Ye Qin. There is no need for anyone else to help. I will meet you alone." The big man said with contempt in his eyes.

You country bumpkin, do you really think you are a master just because you can defeat a guy named Li through a sneak attack? Wait until you defeat the most powerful one first.

As the stance was unfolded, Ye Qin had already made the starting gesture of the Sixty-Six Moves of Tiger Boxing. Faintly, everyone seemed to hear the roar of a tiger roaring in the mountains.

Seeing Ye Qin's starting gesture, everyone couldn't help but hold their breath, because the other party had already integrated his true meaning into the moves.

If you attack with artistic conception and your opponent does not have it, your inherent momentum will be weakened, causing your state of mind to show flaws and lead to defeat.

"Then please teach me, senior brother." Seeing the other party's actions, Fang Can also followed and made the same starting gesture.

But although it was clearly the same action, everyone felt dazed, as if a real tiger was lying on the ground and attacking.

Yes, the so-called true meaning is a lower-level substitute for the external manifestation of the mind-image. In terms of momentum, it is less than one percent of the mind-image.

Using true intention to collide with the mind is like trying to stop a chariot with a mantis arm. Although Fang Can did not even show his mind, Ye Qin was already inherently inferior in the collision of momentum.

'His understanding of this boxing style is even more profound than mine.'

Ye Qin couldn't believe it, but since the fight had already begun, the more he hesitated, the greater the possibility of failure.

"boom!"

With the mood of a tiger fighting, Ye Qin stomped his legs hard on the ground, and the blue bricks under his feet exploded, making the whole person pounce forward like a real tiger.

In response, Fang Can did not dodge at all. He swung out with his right hand in the form of a claw, anticipating the enemy's move, and directly twisted Ye Qin's thick wrist, directing the force.

By the time Ye Qin reacted, his entire body was already spinning in the air like a top, and then Fang Can grabbed his head and pressed him straight into the blue brick.

'Who am I? Where am I? How did I lose?'

With his face sunk into the bricks and stones, Ye Qin felt his skin burning, not knowing whether it was pain or anger. He did not understand how he had lost.

"I'm obviously stronger than him, how is this possible?" Ye Qin stood up doubting his life and said, "Come again!"

Fang Can ignored him and continued to clasp his fists and said, "Which other brothers want to challenge me? Whether it's a one-on-one fight or a group fight, I will accept it."

"I'll do it!" A tall and thin man came up and said, "Brother, you have some skills, but I don't use the Tiger Killing Fist. You can't defeat the enemy first by relying on your proficiency."

"Then please give me some advice, senior brother." While Fang Can was speaking, he had already taken a step back. A thick thigh as big as a log came down from bottom to top like a machete.

"laugh!"

In just a moment, the other party's toes plowed across the ground, leaving a conspicuous knife mark on the blue brick.

If Fang Can hadn't dodged at the right time, the distance from the lower abdomen to the pubic region would have been cut into pieces. "Kick technique? I happen to know a little bit of it." Fang Can smiled and kicked at the same time, and kicked the opponent's knee fiercely when the opponent drew back his leg, startling the opponent and quickly kicking to defend.

"Bang bang bang!"

The collision of the two legs made the air explode, and the pure leg power contest surprised the onlookers.

"Am I seeing things? They seem to be using some kind of leg technique."

"Yes, this is the sect's Fiery Blade Leg Technique. This newcomer not only surpasses Ye Qin in boxing skills, but his leg skills are also not inferior at all."

The onlookers were surprised, but the brothers involved in the fight were even more horrified.

Because this was a pure leg fight, every kick from Fang Can hit his weak spots, resulting in him being unable to exert any strength even though he was clearly much stronger than his opponent.

The entire fierce leg battle lasted only four or five seconds. Fang Can found a flaw and stepped down fiercely.

With a dull sound, Fang Can had already stepped on the opponent's knee joint, forcing this leg-training senior brother to kneel on one knee, unable to get up.

Fang Can took two steps back and bowed with a smile, saying, "Brother, I'm grateful for your kindness."

Knowing that he was not as skilled as his opponent, he stopped talking and disappeared into the crowd.

This time, Fang Can didn't need to speak. Someone grabbed a long sword and said, "Junior brother, I only know swordsmanship, I wonder how good your swordsmanship is?"

"I understand a little bit." Fang Can responded calmly.

The next moment, Yang Lie, who was watching the fun in the crowd, threw a sword at him and said, "Go ahead."

Taking the sword, Fang Can slowly pulled the scabbard out a little, and a sharp cold light came into his eyes.

"The sword is three feet, three inches and three centimeters long, and it shines with a cold light. It weighs six pounds and four ounces, so it can barely be considered a good sword." Fang Canrui commented.

Without further ado, two cold lights lit up at the same time. Although the sun was shining brightly in the sky, the fellow disciples around him only felt a chill.

There is a huge wall between bare hands and armed. Before reaching the Heavenly Road, warriors are ultimately flesh and blood, and can only dodge when facing attacks from sharp sword energy.

“Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!”

Everyone only saw the two of them dancing their swords at the same time so tightly that not even water could get in. Within one second, there were at least a dozen dense collision sounds.

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle."

As the sword energy was flying everywhere, the surrounding disciples were clearly one or two meters away, but the cloth on their bodies was cut several times by the sword energy of the two men fighting, forcing them to continue retreating.

The battle only lasted for a dozen seconds. Fang Canxuaner put away his sword and said, "Brother, that's already thirteen swords."

As soon as Fang Can finished speaking, everyone suddenly realized that the clothes on the neck, heart, tendons of hands and feet had been cut by the tip of the sword with thirteen cuts.

Looking at Fang Can's still-new Tiger Sect uniform, he held the sword and bowed bitterly, saying, "Thank you."

"Are there any other brothers who need your advice?" Fang Can smiled and put his long sword upside down and said:

"No matter what martial arts or weapons you use."

"Whether it's a one-on-one fight or a group fight, I accept it."

"Because now is the time when the gap between you and me is the smallest."

"It's also the time with the greatest chance of defeating me."

"If you miss this opportunity, from today on, you can only look up at my back and follow my steps with difficulty."

(End of this chapter)