Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 162: Ten Thousand People Audition

Boom——Boom——Boom——

Inside the mansion of Prince Qing, with loud roars, Fang Can's body hit the wall one after another.

Gently spitting out some broken internal organs, Fang Can wiped the blood that flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"What a freak." Elder Yang commented as he looked at the boy who seemed fine.

Even though he had seen the entire fight between Fang Can and Wang Peng before, this encounter still frightened him.

Once the physical fitness is reduced to the same level, even with his third-rate eyesight, there will be no benefit.

Because the young man in front of him had completely transformed his body into a weapon, and had some techniques that went against the human structure that even he couldn't do.

What’s even more terrifying is that the same skills and moves may work the first time, but they will hardly be effective the second time.

Your own moves are either cracked or copied, and the only way to suppress them is to crush them with numbers.

The player has unlimited stamina, automatically recovers health in proportion, and the skills can be copied and detected by reading commands. There are no weaknesses or flaws, and there is no other way to play except to crush them with numerical superiority.

If this kind of game BOSS was designed, the planner would be scolded to death by the players.

And in front of the old man was such a monster.

"Go on." Fang Can said seriously. The old man in front of him could be regarded as the strongest enemy in his life.

“I feel that simple techniques are a bit too monotonous. Next, I will start using my true energy.” Old Yang said with a smile.

After realizing that the double power of Fang Can posed a risk of a reversal, he prepared to use some unconventional tactics.

Fang Can had no objection to this: "Okay."

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes blurred and a palm shadow filled with golden light grabbed towards him.

Each palm strike was extremely powerful, and the true energy contained in it would invade Fang Can's vital points throughout his body. The more Fang Can fought back, the weaker his body became.

Instead of dodging, Fang Can took the initiative to meet the opponent and fought with him.

"Why don't you learn your lesson? You know I have the acupuncture method, but you still dare to confront me so recklessly." Old Yang was puzzled: "Forget it, I'll just teach you a lesson."

As they collided, the center of their fight turned into a storm, with white air waves spreading outward with every collision.

After these days of transformation, Fang Can has been able to steadily increase his speed to the speed of sound.

The wrestling between them at this moment is like two hydraulic presses colliding and squeezing each other.

Fang Can quickly fell into a disadvantage in this confrontation. After only a dozen breaths, he was hit in the chest by the opponent's arm that was like a giant dragon's right claw.

Following a series of bone-breaking sounds, Fang Can flew backwards again.

But the old man was even more shocked. He looked at Fang Can who had stood up from the ground and said, "Why doesn't my acupuncture method work?"

"Oh, you mean the acupuncture point method that you think of?"

Fang Can used his muscles to bend the broken leg bone back into place, and then smiled and said, "I have moved all my acupuncture points."

"Nonsense, you don't have any acupuncture points, how can you move something that doesn't exist?" The old man was a little excited. He couldn't believe that the technique he had used for more than 400 years was suddenly broken.

After all, the so-called acupoints are what he thinks. Fang Can’s cultivation system is different from his. You can’t move any position.

"Oh, it's very simple." Fang Can heard the other party's words, gently pulled, and took the initiative to tear open his chest, allowing the old man to see Fang Can's insides.

Through observation, as the old man gasped, he found that Fang Can's internal organs had completely shifted.

Where the heart was originally, there was a pink-white brain, where the lungs were, there were two kidneys side by side, and the heart replaced the small intestine. "Your so-called acupuncture method is to imagine my body using the acupuncture points in your own body."

Fang Can smiled and said, "So in the battle just now, I have replaced all my skin, muscles, bones, and internal organs."

"Now you don't even know where to hit me, how can you press my acupoints?"

As he spoke, as if to demonstrate, Old Yang watched the various organs in Fang Can's chest begin to rotate and constantly change positions.

"If you can hit my acupuncture points in this situation, then I am not strong enough."

As he spoke, Fang Can gently pulled his chest back together as if he was zipping up a piece of clothing.

Without Fang Can's active display, at this moment, Mr. Yang had no idea how the other party's internal organs were arranged.

"You kid, you are really a... monster." Old Yang sighed sincerely.

"You're too kind. Compared to you, I'm still very inexperienced."

Fang Can replied, only to feel a dull pain all over his body now, and it would take at least ten minutes to recover.

"Come again." Without waiting for the injury to heal, Fang Can urged, "Time is running out, finish the fight quickly."

"You kid, you really don't sympathize with the elderly." The old man laughed and felt that the kid was to his liking.

The two chatted briefly, then their bodies exploded and they started fighting each other.

Outside Fang Can's residence, Ye Yonglie looked at the crowds of women on the street and subconsciously wiped a cold sweat.

In front of him at this moment was a pile of women like a mountain and a sea.

There was no end in sight, at least tens of thousands of women were lined up in sight.

The most terrifying thing is that now that the first round of auditions has gone through, these women are all quite pretty, at least one in a hundred, but even so, there are still so many of them.

"It seems that I have underestimated the reputation of God..." Ye Yonglie muttered to himself.

Originally according to their expectations, if they could get a thousand people after the preliminary auditions, it would be considered good.

After all, the Hidden Dragon List only records Fang Can's deeds, but there is no record of Fang Can's height, weight, body shape, and thickness.

Generally speaking, this wouldn't happen to someone you've never met, no matter how amazing his record is.

But Ye Yonglie underestimated Fang Can's talent.

The time, place and people are just right at this moment.

First of all, we are now in the imperial capital of Dayan, where the elites from all over the country gather.

It is now the period of competition among various countries, and warriors from all over the country have gathered here.

In addition, Fang Can's status as a member of the Hidden Dragon List and Ye Qingshi's inexplicable second place on the Rising Dragon List made those people suspicious.

It was all these coincidences that made this audition so popular.

"No matter what, the more people come, the more people will be selected in the end." Ye Yonglie waved his hand and said, "Let the judges continue to select and pick the best maiden of the god within three days."

"Yes!" Following Ye Yonglie's words, dozens of invited palace maids behind him said with bitter faces.

"Thank you for your trouble. In three days, I will reward you handsomely."

After these words were spoken, the maids and attendants smiled happily and turned to walk towards the audition crowd.

(End of this chapter)