Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 401 The Eye of the Moon Project and the Lost Arm

Swah——

Over the Pacific Ocean, with Carter's defeat...

Fang Can began to focus his attention on how to create the two races, black and white.

A year later, superhumans will arrive on this planet from the sea of ​​stars.

Normally, he would implement a more lenient policy, trying to influence them little by little.

But now, in order to deal with the potential risks, he needs to upgrade to level four as soon as possible to deal with the possible crisis.

He didn't want to engage in the kind of behavior where he was fighting for the Earth on the front lines while some kind of bullshit protest or rebellion was happening in the rear.

Therefore, in order to eliminate the conflict between races and civilizations, the current priority is to...

Fang Can decided to use a slightly more radical approach.

Of course, he wouldn't resort to the highly efficient method of neutron extermination used by Paradox Interactive's war criminals; that would be too brutal.

With his current abilities, he only needs to perform a small psychological transformation on billions of white and black people around the world.

It's just a matter of mental reforming a mere few billion people.

For Fang Can now, this is not difficult.

After all, if these people were minced into meat paste and shaped into balls, the diameter would be less than 100 kilometers.

At that moment, during the live broadcast, everyone felt a chill run down their spines as Fang Can looked up.

It was as if Fang Can was staring back at them.

Even looking into the eyes of a god who can pierce through a planet wouldn't make them feel safe, even through a screen.

In response, Fang Can simply wore a calm, almost shy smile.

He is like a sunny and cheerful boy, yet no one can underestimate him.

"Now it's your turn to face judgment."

As Fang Can spoke, he spread his arms wide, like a god-king, conveying his image to every corner of the world through live streaming.

'Next, let's begin... Project Eye of the Moon!'

As he spoke, Fang Can clenched his right fist tightly.

Instantly, a terrifying aura emanated from Fang Can.

Under his control, people throughout the entire hemisphere could clearly feel that their bodies were malfunctioning.

'Let us sink into an eternal illusion.'

Fang Can's expression was cold and stern. On the moon, 38 kilometers away from Earth, a scarlet pupil appeared at this moment.

Fang Can's pupils!
That was an illusion created by Fang Can projecting the light from his left eye onto the moon.

Fang Can, who at this moment has fused all the martial arts of all the countries in the martial arts world into one, is now at this moment.

In most cases, you can find the martial arts technique you want in the armory.

If you really can't find one, then just delete and modify it, and create one yourself.

His primary target group for casting this illusion spell is the people of the White Federation and the Black Empire.

As for how to accurately distinguish between races, that can be done through genes.

There are subtle differences in the genetic maps of people of Asian, white, and black descent.

Fang Can directly modified the underlying logic of these races by inputting the predetermined gene map.

Next, he wanted to make every white and black person feel a huge change in their thinking.

Of course, this wide-ranging ability cannot modify a very high degree of strength.

One turn is usually enough to become immune to this kind of physical twisting.

However, in today's world, martial arts have only been spread for less than half a year, and only a few people with special abilities can achieve the effect of mental control at the realm level.

That's enough.

With the burst of power, the entire Eye of the Moon project used sunlight reflected from the lunar surface to shine onto Earth.

Just 1.2 seconds later, white and black people were immediately controlled by this illusion, and the original code was engraved into their genes.

In the blink of an eye, before the people of the entire White Federation and the Black Empire could even react, they were taken under Fang Can's control.

But none of this has had any effect so far.

In Fang Can's plan, this large-scale illusion spell has a limited effective period.

It will only truly begin to take effect once these people fall into a deep sleep.

After all, if the illusion were to take effect forcibly, it would cause all those under the illusion to fall into a coma.

It would be fun to put those who fly planes and perform surgeries to sleep. Fang Can only wants to enslave them, but he doesn't want to carry out any massacres.

That should be enough.

Fang Can muttered to himself, slowly releasing his right hand, and then looked at his left arm.

At this moment, the injury to his left arm, which had been severed at the root, had not yet healed; his entire left forearm and below had disappeared.

This is the wound that Black Emperor Rob used to cut through space, and it remains there to this day.

The reason it wasn't cured wasn't because it was impossible, but because Fang Can could feel that his severed left arm hadn't disappeared.

Because of their blood ties, Fang Can could feel that his severed arm was still transmitting waves of consciousness.

But at this moment, it seems that because of the great distance, the incoming fluctuations are intermittent, as if they are coming from another space.

"Was it thrown into another world by that spacetime turbulence?" Fang Can wondered to himself.

As he thought of it, the flesh of his severed left arm began to twitch slightly, and a hand made of a pitch-black heart grew out from the cut.

This is not flesh and blood, but a prosthetic limb formed by the aggregation of pure force fields from the transformation of the mind into reality, as precise as the original arm.

Whether in battle or in daily life, this pitch-black hand is no different from a normal arm. The only difference is that it is not made of flesh and blood, but is replaced by Fang Can's spiritual energy.

'I just don't know... where is my left arm now?' Fang Can wondered to himself.

Due to the effect of "Unyielding Spirit", every inch of Fang Can's flesh and blood has the characteristic of infinite value appreciation.

Therefore, Fang Can was extremely cautious about recycling his own flesh and blood.

Even when he left Yinghan's sixth-level secret realm, he took all his flesh and blood with him, leaving nothing behind.

Now that he has lost his left arm, Fang Can is not going to just sit idly by.

Instead, he wanted to wait until he had enough power to personally go to that world and retrieve the sacred relics.

'Before that, let's use our hearts as arms.' Fang Can looked at the black left hand, formed from condensed energy, which acted like fingers and arms.

After a slight movement, he was no different from usual. Just as Fang Can was pondering this, his fair left arm, which had been washed away by the spatial turbulence, suddenly appeared in a completely new world.

As the connection with the main body was broken, the passive program that Fang Can had set up in his arm began to take effect.

The so-called passive program is... returning to the original body regardless of everything.

In an instant, a mouth grew from the palm of Fang Can's left arm, and a violent roar came from Fang Can's left arm.

"Fang!!!! Can!!!!!"

The intense sound waves exploded from his arm like a nuclear bomb, turning everything within a radius of 10,000 meters into dust.

This is the backup hidden program that Fang Can set up in his left arm.

By continuously and purposefully chanting the true name of the entity, one can convey signals to the entity.

It was through the continuous and intense chanting of the true name that Fang Can, far away in another universe, was able to vaguely sense it.

But it was merely a feeling in one's heart.

Because Fang Can is only at the third level of cultivation, he can only sense that his arm is still alive.

But once you reach the fourth or even fifth reincarnation, you can lock onto this universe by using your true name.

With detailed coordinates available, Fang Can's plan to restore his left arm can then proceed.

Before that... all the left arm needs to do is to relentlessly call out the name of the original body.

In an instant, with the terrifying sound waves, like an explosion, everything within a radius of ten thousand turned to dust, and the shockwave turned the mountain peaks into a deep valley.

This explosive-like commotion is now spreading outwards, its vibrations reaching faintly even thousands of miles away.

"Fang Can Fang Can Fang Can Fang Can Fang Can Fang Can Fang Can Fang Can Fang Can Fang Can..."

Just like a sasaeng fan of the original body, the left arm constantly transmits information outwards using its own voice.

As the sound waves continued to spread outwards, gradually blasting the ground apart, the left arm also began to sink into the earth little by little.

If this movement continues, it probably won't be long before, under the influence of gravity, the hand will sink into the earth's core.

Fortunately, this planet in the universe is not entirely devoid of life.

Or rather, there are beings in this universe who are no less powerful than Fang Can.

"That's... a severed arm? Is it a Dragon-level threat?"

On a mountain peak a hundred miles away, a red-haired man in a blue T-shirt looked solemnly at the valley in front of him that was constantly exploding.

As he pondered, a boy dressed in medieval armor appeared beside him and laughed, "You startled me. To be honest, I thought it was a spacequake caused by the appearance of elves."

"Anyway, let's be careful. These are turbulent times. A strange organization called ETO has inexplicably appeared internationally."

"It doesn't matter, it's nothing new. In this day and age, there's always news."

The armored boy spread his hands and said, "What Ultraman? Aliens, Avengers, Birds of Prey, mutants, parasites, and visitors from the multiverse—all sorts of organizations and life forms have popped up."

The red-haired man shook his head and said, "Since the Great Fusion of the Multiverse, the international situation has been changing every day, so we're used to it."

As he spoke, the red-haired man stared intently at the commotion in the distance: "However... that severed arm seems to be calling out to something, fancan? Fangchang? Huanchang?"

"Who cares? We'll just report it truthfully," the boy laughed.

"This is already a Dragon-level disaster. Let's send out the Onmyoji in the organization. I heard they're currently involved in some Holy Grail War. If they succeed, they can grant one wish. I happen to owe them a favor."

"Why?" the red-haired man asked, puzzled. "If we're going to wage war, we shouldn't have the energy to deal with this kind of thing."

The boy responded with a grin: "I heard that the Holy Grail War requires some kind of artifact or something."

"Let's see if we can use this arm as an anchor point. Maybe we can summon something with it and settle a favor."

The red-haired man said speechlessly, "One hand is enough to cause a Dragon-level disaster. If you summon the main entity back, aren't you afraid of creating a world-ending crisis?"

The two chatted back and forth, then took out their phones to report the information from afar, and then quietly waited for their Onmyoji to come and pack their order.

Then, about an hour later on Earth in the present universe, Fang Can's mind went blank for a moment.

"What's wrong? Why are you suddenly spacing out?" Ye Qingshi asked, looking up in confusion from Fang Can's arms.

Since the Great War of the Martial World, Fang Can's followers and his harem have all followed the ability users back to the real world. Therefore, the two of them are now inseparable, like newlyweds.

At this moment, Fang Can sensed that his left arm had completely lost its movement.

It's as if it never existed, so what exactly happened?
After carefully sensing the universe to no avail, he shook his head: "Never mind, inter-universe travel is still a long way off for me. I'll have to wait until after the fourth revolution."

As he spoke, a wicked smile appeared on his face as he prepared to conduct a 'surprise check' on Ye Qingshi's physical condition.

But at that moment, the door was suddenly flung open.

Outside the door, Xiao Liu, wearing a fluffy pajama set, and Jiang Ning'an, in a pale yellow dress, walked in.

Upon entering, Xiao Liu looked at Fang Can, who had a speechless expression, with a carefree demeanor.

"Fang Can, come play with me, stop thinking about other girls all the time," said Xiao Liu, the legal loli, in a coquettish tone.

Upon Xiao Liu's appearance, Jiang Ning'an said in a shy tone, "Ah Can, your harem is already impatient. Can you show me your efforts?"

Looking down at Ye Qingshi in his arms, and then at the two women in front of him, Fang Can felt overwhelmed.

But after a moment's thought, he immediately came up with a solution that could satisfy everyone:
"I can satisfy Qing Shi while playing games with you, Xiao Liu, and at the same time, have the other concubines satisfy you with their AT fields, providing enough green energy for Ning An to cultivate on the side."

"In that case, I can grant all your wishes at once."

"You want to satisfy other people while playing games with me?" Looking at Ye Qingshi's face gradually turning red, Xiaoliu thought seriously and said, "It doesn't seem like it's impossible."

……

Meanwhile, Fang Can was troubled by having too many concubines in his harem.

Meanwhile, the White Federation and the Black Empire, which had been transformed by Fang Can's illusion magic, began to show their effects.

In a New York apartment, a freckled teenager wakes up from a deep sleep.

He was awakened by the stench around him; at that moment, the whole world seemed to be filled with an indescribable stench.

"Damn it, did the drainpipe next door explode?" Su An, who had just woken up, almost threw up and sat up in bed.

Upon opening my eyes, the world before me seemed to have entered a cool color palette, as if I had entered a black and white movie world.

Then, the sounds around him also carried a strange and uncomfortable feeling, somewhat irritating, which made him restless.

What exactly happened?

Su An thought there was something wrong with his eyes. Although he could still distinguish red, yellow, blue and green, everything he saw looked like an ink painting.

'Oh, right!' Su An suddenly realized, recalling what happened last night—it seemed to involve a demon from a new country…

As the phrase 'the demon of the new country' rose in his mind, Su An felt a sense of self-loathing.

It's as if I shouldn't say or think these things.

(End of this chapter)