Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 35 [Psychological Aspect·Martial Soul True Body·Cosplay·Superman Fist]

mad! So crazy!
Faced with Fang Can's confident humiliation, the disciples around him were so angry that they turned red.

Everyone present here is a warrior who has devoted himself to martial arts for years, training hard in the coldest and hottest days of winter and summer. How can he not have blood?

Especially after these three battles, they could clearly see that Fang Can might not even have broken through the first level of strength.

Combat can be roughly divided into three dimensions: mechanism, value and operation.

The opponent was able to win three battles in a row, entirely relying on superior skills. It would be impossible for any of them to replicate this.

"I don't believe it anymore!"

A loud shout was heard from the crowd, and a fierce young man holding a silver spear walked out of the crowd, his eyes full of indignation.

"This is my Liaoyuan Spear Technique. Please teach me, brother." The young man took a stance, pointing his spear at an angle, his eyes sharp as if he could see through everything.

But such handsomeness did not last long. After a dozen breaths, Fang Can used the Dragon King to break the raging waves, and used his spear to lift the boy up and swept him across the field.

Since then, his superb skills with the spear have been demonstrated.

But it's not over yet. With the defeat of the spear, the nunchaku, double swords, horizontal swords, katana, and boxing gloves...

Disciple after disciple came up to challenge, but none of them could last more than half an incense stick.

Moreover, these people were defeated by Fang Can's weak body using the same weapons, the same moves, and more skilled techniques.

Almost every ten or so breaths, a disciple would be knocked away, and then the next one would come up to challenge.

Because Fang Can held back, these losers were barely hurt except for a little pain, which further stimulated their competitive spirit.

Fists, legs, palms, knives, guns...

Sword, halberd, stick, club, hook...

As more than twenty rounds of warriors were eliminated, Fang Can, who was leisurely in the center of the crowd, had a question in his mind:

"Won't this guy get tired? Why wouldn't he? Why not! "

After defeating more than twenty people in a row, Fang Can not only did not sweat, but even his breathing did not increase. This was beyond their common sense.

After all, although a warrior's stamina bar is longer, it also consumes more during battle.

The high-intensity fighting, with dozens of exchanges every breath, makes their endurance not much higher than that of ordinary people.

But Fang Can is different. His Immortal Demon Body can do it. Wherever the scorching sun shines is his domain.

The sunlight can restore his strength and strengthen his physique, allowing him to fight all day long like Captain America.

Standing in the middle of the crowd, Fang Can waited quietly for a while. Seeing that no one came up, he said helplessly: "My fellow brothers, I still say the same thing. You can beat me up in a group."

"If a one-on-one fight doesn't work, then a group fight will work. If a group fight doesn't work, then a sneak attack will work. If a sneak attack doesn't work, then you can drug them..."

Faced with Fang Can's arrogance, someone finally couldn't help it: "Fang Can, don't be so arrogant. Do you think that if you can defeat all of us in a single fight, you can also defeat us in a group fight?"

"Let me tell you, there are so many of us here. No matter how skilled you are, you will never be able to defeat us all before you run out of energy."

"Senior Brother Li is right. Let's all stand together and teach him a lesson. Can he defeat all of us by himself?"

Facing the excitement of the crowd, Fang Can shook his head helplessly: "When one party speaks such loser language, the momentum has already been lost halfway."

Finally, Fang Can's arrogant attitude completely angered everyone. Someone shouted first: "Beat him to death!" The crowd in the entire martial arts field rushed towards Fang Can like a tide, trying to drown him.

But in Fang Can's heart, there was no sadness or joy, and Jiang Ning'an's teachings came to his mind.

……

In the villa a few days ago, when Jiang Ning'an saw Fang Can using the mind in a crude and barbaric way, he couldn't help but remind him:

"Your fighting style is too crude. You can't even exert one ten-thousandth of the power of the mind."

"Oh, please give me some advice, Senior Jiang." Fang Can asked curiously.

“The so-called mind image is your mind condensed into substance, but apart from affecting people’s hearts, the mind image cannot even pick up sand.”

"Before reaching the Heavenly Path, the physical differences between warriors were not obvious. In most cases, the strength of a warrior at the ninth level of the Mystical Gate was only nine times that of a warrior at the first level of the Mystical Gate."

"Faced with a large number of people, theoretically, two eighth-level warriors with tacit cooperation can surround and kill a ninth-level warrior. Dozens of fourth- and fifth-level warriors will have to temporarily avoid the ninth-level warrior."

"But this is only the case when the mind is not used, because the mind is an extension of the body. Although it cannot shake the sand, it can shock people's hearts."

“You can’t just express it crudely, but you should treat your mind as an extension of your hands and feet, and achieve harmony between body and mind through the moves.”

"You just need to plan the damage that this punch can cause before you strike, and unleash the greatest destructive power you can imagine. After that, the whole world will make way for you."

Listening to Jiang Ning'an's earnest teaching, Fang Can nodded thoughtfully and took note of the other party's words carefully.

Time flies, and now it is two days later.

Looking at the hundreds of disciples rushing towards him like a tide of zombies, trying to break his hands and feet, Fang Can's face was grim and he took a deep breath.

He inhaled a strong airflow that was almost visible to the naked eye into his lungs, and his body made of fine steel finally began to move slowly.

Without using any weapons, he slowly raised his right fist. Faintly, the disciples seemed to see a tall and majestic figure emerging behind Fang Can.

"This is the mental state!" Yang Lie, who was watching the fun from a distance and ready to take action at any time, shook his hands violently, and the wine jug he was holding tightly fell out of his hands.

He had been practicing hard for more than ten years but was stuck at the fifth level of the Xuanguan without making any progress. He had not been able to comprehend the state of mind until now, but now he saw it in this young man who was not even at the first level.

At this moment, everyone within a ten-meter radius of Fang Can could vaguely see a majestic image through the projection of Fang Can's mind on them.

It was a man with short black hair, wearing a dark blue tights, a red cape behind him, and an image of an S printed on his chest.

Although the clothes were different, in their eyes, the other person looked exactly like Fang Can.

The man's arms, as strong as those of ancient Greek statues, were raised high like Fang Can's. His eyes were filled with the radiance of salvation for all living beings, just like a god.

As we all know, the longer the name of the martial arts, the more powerful it is.

and so!
All kinds of martial arts, this is——

[Mind form·Martial spirit·Cosplay·Superman fist]

In an instant, Fang Can's true body's right fist fell at the same time. In everyone's sight, it was like a volcanic eruption, and a huge amount of dust was raised from the ground.

In just a moment, a dent several meters wide was created in the hard bricks and stones, and a violent sandstorm began to sweep in like a tornado, sweeping all of them flying backwards.

The tornado that swept away everything was like a meat grinder, tearing everyone's flesh and blood.

(End of this chapter)