Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 170 Combat Power Detector
Is he psychic?
At the banquet in the royal palace of Dayan's capital, everyone who heard about this magical power for the first time subconsciously felt it was magical.

He actually had such magical powers that he could understand other people's inner emotions and thoughts at the first level and be able to foresee things.

What’s even more terrifying is that this magical power has three levels.

If the first layer is so magical, wouldn’t the second and third layers be even more amazing?

As if he understood what the people around him were thinking, Luo Yanmo sighed softly: "Buddhist magical powers are not for killing, but for cultivating the mind."

As he spoke, everyone could feel the slight sense of sadness emanating from the other person's heart.

The people around him were still puzzled, and Liu Qingmeng said calmly: "The second level of his telepathy is to let others understand his heart."

"When others see you, their emotions towards you will be reflected back. The image of you that others see is what they think of you deep in their hearts."

"What the Buddha sees is Buddha, and what the shit sees is shit."

"If others hate you in their hearts, they will feel that you hate them too. This will help them to constantly examine their own delusions and keep them clean from dust."

"And the master is at the third level of telepathy, where others know your mind."

“When you are at the third level, others can see your emotions clearly. That is, the master in your eyes is you in the master’s eyes.”

"You felt peaceful just now and subconsciously thought that the master in front of you was a good person because you are a good person in the eyes of the master."

Liu Qingmeng explained in a calm tone, but it made people around him feel that the second and third levels of his telepathy were even worse than the first level.

But Fang Can thinks that this method is really suitable for monks to practice. Monks do not tell lies. I let you feel my emotions at all times, and you will know whether I have hit you or not.

"Thank you, Mr. Liu, for answering your questions." Monk Luo thanked him. After Liu Qingmeng's explanation, everyone felt relieved for the time being and tried their best to restrain their thoughts.

After all, the guy in front of him was a telepath. If he couldn't hold back and said a few dirty words in his mind and they were heard, it would probably be very awkward for both sides.

Not long after, King Qing of Taishan smiled and said, "Elder Luo, the competition is about to begin. Please cast a spell to open Fangcun Mountain."

The reason why everyone was waiting for this monk was because he had the key to open Fangcun Mountain.

Before each competition begins, the Brahma Temple will send elders who have reached the Heavenly Path Realm with tokens to the capitals of various countries, using the power of Buddhist vows as an anchor to open the battlefield from a distance.

"Good!" Luo Yanmo put his hands together and uttered a Zen sound. Suddenly, a dazzling golden light spread through his body and outwards.

Along with the dazzling dizziness that penetrated the body, at this moment, the whole Kyoto was shrouded in light.

The next moment, Fang Can heard a soft "ding" sound in his ears, and his consciousness once again vaguely sensed the connection in the vastness.

With the connection of the sea of consciousness, everyone who closed their eyes felt that their consciousness seemed to be taken to an infinite height, overlooking the entire world from above.

Below, everyone can close their eyes and see the city buildings that have different scenery in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

These are the capitals of various countries, but at this moment they are being reconstructed in the virtual world by great magical powers and forcibly spliced together, covering an area of tens of thousands of square kilometers.

In the virtual world, Fang Can looked up and saw dozens of warriors standing around him. They were all contestants from Dayan, but corresponding numbers were displayed above their heads.

Fu Xiangyu: [3542]

Wang Shaocheng: [3315]

Yang Lisheng: [4152]

…Prince Qing opened his eyes, and his consciousness immediately withdrew from it, looking at Luo Yanmo in reality: “Master Luo, what are those numbers above these people’s heads? I have never seen them before.”

He had participated in more than a dozen competitions before, but had never seen a contestant with a number on his head.

"This is the latest result obtained by the master of Tianji Pavilion through his understanding of the sacrificial vessel [Yongle Encyclopedia]. Since the effect is not clear, I will use this national competition to test it out."

"So what does this number mean?"

"This is the real-time strength data of each contestant that Yongle Encyclopedia has summarized through information, and it is calculated based on the average strength of the first level of Xuanguan as 100."

"My combat power detector can still be like this." Looking at the numbers above these people's heads, Fang Can couldn't help but twitch his mouth slightly.

If the power of the first level of the Xuanguan is 100, then the power of the ordinary ninth level of the Xuanguan is 900.

These warriors who made it onto the Hidden Dragon List are all tall and strong, and with the help of horizontal training techniques, the amount of muscle mass they have is several times greater than that of ordinary warriors, so a number of 3 or 4 is reasonable.

Once they use their life-threatening skills, it is not a problem for the numbers above their heads to fluctuate around 10000.

"They are all pretty good." Fang Can looked at those with combat power values of 3 or 4, and sometimes even close to 5000, and nodded secretly.

As expected, they are all the best in the realm of Transcendental Body, this number is really good.

But the warriors around were not so calm. They looked at the number above Fang Can's head and fell into complete silence.

Fang Can: [10205]

Fu Xiangyu: ...

Wang Shaocheng: …

Yang Lisheng: …

Looking at the five-digit number above Fang Can's head, everyone felt the gap.

Their combat strength is less than 5,000, and this guy's normal strength is over 10,000. How can they fight?
"Hey, Elder Luo, is there something wrong with this number?" A warrior asked subconsciously, but was met with contemptuous looks from the people around him.

After all, when this kind of loser's language is asked, the person is finished as a clown and has lost half the battle before it even starts.

“According to the Pavilion Master of Tianji, the algorithm of this system has not yet been fully developed. It cannot accurately describe the power of the Heavenly Path Realm, and distortion may occur.” Luo Yanmo said with a faint smile.

"So there's really something wrong with the numbers?" The people around him thought subconsciously, but they heard the monk continue to smile and say:
"But donors with a value within one million can rest assured that the current value is not wrong."

Everyone:...

Looking at the number above Fang Can's head, these people were completely convinced. There was no point in fighting and they might as well just surrender.

Moreover, Fang Can's physique is the smallest among the crowd. How can his strength reach over 10000? Has this guy really not reached the level of heaven?
Only Fang Can knew that after the transformation of his body structure, his strength could reach eight or nine times the intensity and hardness of his normal state at the same body size.

As if sensing the dejection of the surrounding warriors, Luo Yanmo encouraged them, "Don't be discouraged, donors. This value can only test your strength."

"Things like skills, inheritance, and weapons are not taken into consideration. Who can tell the difference between martial arts and martial arts without trying it out?"

With the monk's encouragement, everyone finally perked up a little.

Fang Can had already calmed his mind, sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, and prepared to participate in the competition.

(End of this chapter)