Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 405 Federal Street Unrestricted Fighting Tournament

silence--

At this moment, outside the cabin, there was a huge crowd of people.

But with Fang Can's appearance, the whole world fell silent as if to fall into stillness.

It was as if everyone's volume buttons had been pressed; everyone was captivated by Fang Can's beauty!

Yes, beautiful!
Ever since Fang Can cast the illusion spell on them, they have been starving, weak, and unable to show their talents!

Of course, the most important issue is cognition.

In their eyes, any "federal white" person, even if she is an exceptionally beautiful woman, is like an ancient god, and they feel disgusted by her.

In the past three days, the federal divorce rate has surged to 50000% compared to last year, while the number of times couples have been intimate has dropped to below 0.01%.

These people now rely on amateur films from the New Country region to satisfy their physiological needs.

Even the otaku from the Federation can't get ahead by producing adult anime, because some of the producers of those adult anime are from the Federation.

Under this extreme oppression, these people saw their first living, breathing new Chinese person, and Fang Can, a superior new Chinese person at that!

It's like the feeling of someone with a normal sense of taste being forced to eat canned herring every day, when they finally bite into a tomahawk steak.

In their eyes, Fang Can was truly radiating light at this moment, a sight of breathtaking beauty!
This is a level of impact that previous photos could not achieve!
Because a living, breathing Fang Can was standing right in front of them! Oh wow~
After a brief silence, the welcoming team, having regained their senses, erupted in an even louder roar.

“OHHHHHHHHH~~~~”

When Fang Can emerged from it, what he would likely see was this magnificent scene below.

Fang Can - The Sun

Rodriguez, Secretary of State and Secretary of Defense...

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As he stepped out of the cabin, Rodriguez immediately put on a big smile and strode towards Fang Can.

As he walked, he took off the glass cover over his head.

After all, even Fang Can, an angel from a superior nation, didn't wear it, so how dare you, from a mere barbarian country, wear it?

Within the Federation, those with power and influence can call themselves Celestial Dragons.

So, when facing Fang Can, aren't they still just dogs that come running whenever he calls?

When the glass cover was removed, the fragrance of the new country turned into the smell of federal herring cans, and Rodriguez's face immediately froze.

But he still forced a smile and kept walking closer to Fang Can.

Seeing the man walking quickly towards him, Fang Can was about to shake his hand out of politeness.

But he watched helplessly as the middle-aged man in front of him smiled, his legs went weak, and he knelt on one knee, leaving Fang Can's outstretched right hand frozen in place.

"Your Excellency Fang Can, I am Rodriguez, the current president of the Federal District. I warmly welcome you to the Federal District." Rodriguez said respectfully, bowing his head.

After he finished speaking, they noticed that Fang Can had extended his right hand halfway.

After a moment's thought, he knelt down and moved forward, placing the top of his head under Fang Can's palm, his face full of piety, like a baptized believer.

"Alright, alright, no need to be so polite." Fang Can withdrew his right hand and looked at the federal officials who had surrounded Rodriguez.

These people's faces were full of eagerness and flattery, and they all looked at him with fervent eyes.

"Enough with the small talk. I plan to have a good time in the Federation over the next few days, so I hope you Federation will serve me well and give me a good experience," Fang Can said calmly to the live stream.

“Of course, no problem, Your Majesty Fang Can.” Rodriguez smiled and said, “Although the Federation is not as vast and rich as the New Country, there are still some beautiful mountains and rivers in the Americas and Western Europe.”

Nodding indifferently, Fang Can glanced at the time and said calmly, "Next, we'll sign the peace agreement. As for the trip, we'll leave it for tomorrow."

“Of course, no problem.” The president said with a smile, “If you don’t mind, there’s an interesting program for you to enjoy next.”

Interesting program?
Fang Can's eyes widened slightly as he sized up the ordinary-looking middle-aged man in front of him: "Then I'll wait and see."

"Please get in, Your Majesty Fang Can. We'll be touring all of Washington from here on out," the president said, gesturing to the convertible behind him.

With a slight nod, Fang Can got into the convertible amidst the crowd, and then drove towards the White House amidst a slight jolt.

Along the way, under Fang Can's gaze, his banners were posted everywhere.

Even the billboards and electronic screens all displayed messages welcoming Fang Can to visit and provide guidance, showing that they really put their heart into it.

'Hmm...' Suddenly, Fang Can raised an eyebrow, vaguely hearing the noisy shouts in the distance.

"Give us back federal freedom!!!"

"Fuck you! You new national dog!"

"Give me liberty or give me death! Baka yarou!"

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Turning to Rodriguez, Fang Can said meaningfully, "It seems that you haven't been able to thoroughly clean up the problems within the Federation in the three days I gave you."

So, do you need me to clean it up for you?

Upon seeing the black aura emanating from Fang Can's hand, the President quickly waved his hand and said, "No, no, Your Majesty, please forgive us. This is merely the prelude to the performance we wish to present to you."

"You mean... this is your performance?" Fang Can asked curiously.

"Of course, I call this program 'Righteous Suppression of the Rebels'."

Rodriguez smiled and crossed his arms, saying, "I have always admired the creative vision of director Cameron before the Cataclysm."

"I heard that before the Great Destruction, in order to direct 'Titanic,' a huge sum of money was spent to build half of the Titanic according to the remaining blueprints."

"Titanic is simply a recreation of that true history, truly deserving of the title of the seventh art."

"It is precisely out of the pursuit of artistic truth that we followed the creative concepts of our predecessors and produced this...play on a one-to-one scale?"

"In this program, the rebels are real, the police are real, the president is real, and you are real too. There is no falsehood; it is an absolute documentary." "I admire you..." Fang Can rested his chin on his right hand, gazing at the crowd in the distance.

In the camera's view, a large group of men and women were seen approaching, holding up protest flags.

These demonstrators were heavily painted, their bodies covered in oil paint with insulting remarks against Singapore.

Some people weren't even dressed, expressing their protest by being naked, each one looking around with defiant eyes and gestures.

These scenes almost made Fang Can laugh in anger.

He pointed at the group of liberal leftists and said, "Don't these people know I know martial arts?"

"Your Majesty, you must understand that not everyone's intelligence and understanding are sufficient to comprehend everything. You also know that conspiracy theories are rampant in our Federation."

Rodriguez spread his hands helplessly: "These idiots think the earth is flat and that everything that was broadcast live a few days ago was just fake special effects, like the moon landing before the Great Cataclysm."

"They also believe this is a conspiracy by the reptilians and the High Table Freemasons, and that the damage to their bodies must have been caused by feeding them genetically modified food."

"In fact, it is not easy to gather these people. After all, most of the idiots on the Internet are pretending. We have to carefully investigate among a group of pretenders, picking out the shit from the shit, in order to distinguish which ones are pretenders and which ones are real idiots."

Fang Can nodded in agreement. Distinguishing between imposters and idiots online is indeed a skill: "So how did you guys do it?"

"Oh, we went straight into the flat Earth theory and amateur science forums, where the proportion of idiots is much higher."

"The Flat Earth Party and the amateur science forum fit my stereotype of federal happy education, so it's not surprising."

Fang Can nodded knowingly, after all, birds of a feather flock together.

It's like reading Da Qianlu's novels is all about being super cool and repressed.

What kind of normal person would someone be to be able to hang out in the flat Earth theory and pseudo-science forums, and believe in lizard people, Freemasonry, and moon landing conspiracy theories?
He casually asked, "And what about the rest?"

"Are you talking about those trolls online? Trolls are all treated as idiots, and any white people who talk trash to you will be physically eliminated."

Rodriguez smiled and said, "In fact, this is the last batch of rebels in the Federation. After all, Your Majesty, you know that such rare big idiots should be well protected, since most people with this kind of knowledge don't live to be this old."

"In fact, over the past three days, we have directly arrested the group owners of those forums, used their accounts to post comments, and proactively provided them with airfare to invite them to Washington to participate in this grand event."

"After three days of hard work, we finally managed to select these tens of thousands of people."

'Fishing, huh?' Fang Can thought, both amused and exasperated. Then, his gaze drifted into the distance, and his expression suddenly hardened: 'Why do these people have handguns?'

“Oh, how can they be considered rebels if they don’t have weapons? So I distributed some weapons for self-defense to them.”

"A one-sided attack is called a massacre!"

Rodriguez smiled as he put his bulletproof glass mask back on and said, "Only when there is a certain degree of armed confrontation can you sense that this is a rebellion, right?"

"Wonderful!"

Even at this moment, Fang Can had to admit that Rodriguez was a genius.

"So... Your Excellency Rodriguez, how do you plan to deal with these rebels?" Fang Can asked.

“Oh, actually, there are card options here.” Rodriguez said, taking out a tablet and handing it to Fang Can. “To give you a sense of participation, I created an optional mode.”

"Optional mode?" Fang Can took the tablet with a puzzled look. Different options were listed on it.

[Rapid Chase Mode]

【Ten Strikes Per Second Mode】

[De-urbanization model]

Black Hawk Down Mode

【All Trees and Bushes as Soldiers Mode】

[Chicago Typewriter Mode]

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Looking at the options on the tablet, Fang Can clicked on each one to examine them in detail.

【Rapid Pursuit】is to directly mark each of these people in the underground assassin organization with 1 Federal Coins.

Send in those elite assassins from the underground organization, dressed in bulletproof suits, to confront these protesters.

"Black Hawk Down" involves special forces descending from the sky to carry out a military crackdown on these targets.

Fang Can also saw the "Powerful Anti-Smoking" mode, which included a gas chamber item race.

"This gameplay is quite interesting." Fang Can pondered for a moment and then said, "Let's keep it simple and choose the 'ten strikes per second' mode."

“I understand.” Rodriguez nodded knowingly and said into his headset, “Execute Plan B, ten strikes per second mode.”

As soon as the words were spoken, the helicopters that had been waiting around flew towards the marchers, towing huge oil drums.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to them, a group of soldiers wearing full-body bulletproof vests and carrying batons were riding in armored vehicles toward the marchers.

"What's that?" Fang Can looked at the box hanging from the helicopter in the sky.

“Your Majesty, inside is a paint box, used to mark enemy units,” Rodriguez explained.

Meanwhile, those idiots who were protesting against the new country were gradually approaching the procession, each waving a banner of freedom.

These idiots are all armed and are heading towards Fang Can's route, following their initial path. A fight could break out if they're not careful.

As they walked, they glanced defiantly at the cameras on the drones around them, attempting to spread their heroic image around the world.

Indeed, it did spread, and those federal netizens couldn't understand it at all.

A group of people marching in Washington with handguns would almost certainly be violently suppressed, wouldn't they? What's so great about that?

Are these people idiots?
Hey! It seems that's really true!
That's not surprising then.

As the group of troublemakers walked towards Fang Can, some people noticed the huge boxes loaded on the helicopter overhead.

Before they could react, the box above their heads was suddenly lifted, and a massive amount of paint splashed all over them.

In an instant, all the red and yellow dyes covered the clothes of these people.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the rebels, he charged forward with his weapons drawn.

Immediately afterwards, the All-Federation Red and White Tournament officially began!
(End of this chapter)