Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 352 Reincarnation of the Dirty Land
The Third Martial World War?
In front of a dozen or so fourth-turn players, Fang Can made an official announcement: he would start a war single-handedly.

"You actually want to declare war on us nations?" The Chu Emperor's expression turned serious: "With just you and Dayan?"

"No, no, no, it's just me." Fang Can spread his hands, looking relaxed: "Dayan is just my battlefield, they don't interfere."

“The voices of the nations are still too sharp. If you lose, from now on all nations will become history, and only one nation will have one voice.”

"The battle will officially begin in three days. Everyone must abide by the rules," Fang Can said leisurely. "I have already restrained myself from killing you all, and I hope you will also abide by the rules."

Fang Can looked at Shui Men who was returning home and said, "You've been talking too much. It seems that even setting up a mind imprint on you hasn't been able to suppress your original personalities. Take me back."

As soon as he finished speaking, Minato Namikaze's eyes glazed over, and he was about to step forward to teleport Fang Can away.

But how could anyone around them possibly agree?

In an instant, even as the Chu Emperor gently curled his fingers, his inner vision materialized into a spiral-shaped spike, poised to pierce through Minato Namikaze amidst the howling wind and thunder.

Not only him, but also all seven fourth-ranked players made their moves simultaneously to prevent Minato Namikaze from taking Fang Can away from this place.

They launched their fiercest attack either at Fang Can or at Minato Namikaze!
These are the top four powerhouses among all nations, each a powerful ruler in their own right.

At this moment, they actually joined forces to attack. Even though they were only at the Qi Gathering stage, the surrounding air roared furiously, and the sky and earth changed color.

But almost instantly, without Fang Can even move, the substitute vanished into the wind.

The next moment, an invisible force spread out, and the Stand split into seven, simultaneously dealing with the attack of the seven people.

"Roar--"

The fourth-tier giant who had previously withstood the thunderstorm roared, sounding like an ancient god standing tall between heaven and earth.

Beneath his feet, the earth within a thousand miles seemed to support him, transforming gravity into a surging power within his body, like a tsunami.

With immense, world-destroying power, the four-turn fist, like a powerful comet, slammed towards the surrounded Fang Can.

But what awaits them is a counterattack from the substitute demon, who is even more formidable.

Boom——

Amidst the ear-shattering vibrations, most of the four-wheeled soldiers coughed up blood and flew backward, dragging a thick tunnel through the ravaged ruins once again.

Only a few fourth-tier fighters, known for their defense and strength, managed to defend against the Stand's attack.

'How is this possible?'

The remaining four-turners who hadn't yet made a move were incredulous. They were originally about to take action, but they froze in place. Fang Can hadn't moved an inch from beginning to end.

"Whether it's one ant or seven ants, they're all just scum I can crush with a flick of my wrist."

Fang Can crossed his arms and said disdainfully, "If it weren't for wanting to make this war game more enjoyable, you would have been crushed by me in the first place."

"You ants, dance freely in the slaughter, and struggle desperately in my death."

As he spoke, Minato Namikaze walked up to Fang Can.

With his arm draped over his shoulder, he activated the Flying Thunder God Technique. In a blur, the two vanished, leaving behind only a mess.

Such power…

Standing atop the ruins, the fourth-ranked members looked extremely grim.

"Pah—" The burly man at the fourth level spat out blood, his eyes filled with resentment at being knocked away: "I didn't even use my full strength. Next time we meet, it won't be so easy." "Alright, go back and prepare." A thin, middle-aged man at the fourth level said: "If he hadn't left just now, and a fight had broken out, even if we used our respective inheritances, at least half of us would have died."

"Clearly, he's serious about the war he's talking about. The fourth-tier priest's prophecy will probably come true, and then it will be another mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. I wonder how many more fourth-tier priests will die," Ye Hao said.

"Since he wants to fight, then let's fight him." The Chu Emperor sneered, "Giving us three days to prepare, he really treats war like a child's game."

"Things are completely different now than they were three months ago! Three days of preparation time is enough to mobilize most of the sects. Those old immortals who are hiding in the shadows should come out and get some fresh air."

"He wants to fight! Then we'll fight him! Let's see who comes out on top!"

A fourth-generation cultivator crawled out of the rubble and sneered, but his voice was filled with barely concealed anger, after all, he had been buried in the ground in such a humiliating way.

……

While these four were conversing with each other, countless ancient coffins stood upright underground outside the Dayan outskirts, while countless unconscious men and women lay sprawled on the ground.

An invisible wave from Feng Qiaoyan's hand enveloped the head of the unconscious man in front of her, and then erased a massive amount of his past memories.

Her superpower is called "Mental Bomb," which can destroy the memory of the other person by touching them.

Half a day earlier, while she was cultivating, Fang Can came to her door and asked her to erase the memories of those martial artists on the Path to Heaven.

As for the purpose of erasing memories...

Feng Qiaoyan shifted her gaze to the right and saw a middle-aged man with a square face pressing his hand into the minds of the martial artists whose memories were being erased.

This square-faced guy is naturally the lousy king who borrowed the power of the King of Intent.

As a massive amount of memories were injected into the minds of those martial artists, their bodies began to undergo visible changes.

No matter how many times she watched it, Feng Qiaoyan was still amazed by the kind of creatures martial artists. The spirit was the primary factor, far more important than the body.

Beside him, the second-stage martial artist transformed into a robust, black-haired man with an honest and simple appearance.

“You shall be called Agni. Inheritance is an eternal flame; as long as the will remains, the flame will never die.” The Rotten King said, chuckling as he spoke.

"Perfect timing! Go lie in the same coffin as Kaneki Ken and Eren, who are both second-tier players!"

Under the control of the King of Rotten Living, Agni's body was manipulated like a puppet as he indifferently walked into a huge coffin with three rows of horizontal columns.

With a deafening roar, the coffin lid slammed shut!
Swah——

Fang Can and the figure of Shui Men, who returned home, appeared on the pre-arranged incantation.

Looking at the hapless king, Fang Can asked, "How are the soldiers' preparations going?"

"Perfect. With the help of the mental bomb ability, it's much easier to inject memories into those martial artists after their memories have been wiped clean."

The King of Rotten Life gave a thumbs up and then said, "However, the only problem is that we only have one fourth-level martial artist, which is too few."

"It's alright. The enemy is our granary. The later the battle goes, the more our army will grow. The main problem now is the small soldiers. We have too few first-tier units to use for attrition."

"Over the next three days, I will capture tens of thousands of players for research."

"Those immortal bodies are quite interesting. I wonder if we could erase their consciousness."

(End of this chapter)