Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 517 Debate Across Worlds! A Deadly Situation!

A vast and empty void...

As spacetime distorted, the eight people stood in this silent world.

'Is this where the debate is about to take place?' Fang Can murmured to himself.

Looking around, all I could see was endless nothingness in all directions, nothing but the seven positions and seven transformations.

With just one glance, Fang Can recognized the identities of these seven seventh-rank cultivators by observing their appearances.

These individuals have the following IDs: [Yuanyan], [Qizhibai], [Yexingdi], [Shunnengzhiqiao], [Shaoguang], [Lingqi], and [Wenxuan].

At this moment, not only Fang Can was observing, but the other seven people were also looking at each other warily.

Because they all knew that in this decisive match, four of them were destined to die.

No matter how happy you are in a chat group, you absolutely cannot let your guard down when you're offline.

Fang Can even speculated that some of these seventh-ranked players might want to kill the fourth-ranked player before the match and end it early.

After a moment of frozen atmosphere, laughter mixed with divine sense filled the void. Qi Zhibai, a seventh-level cultivator, laughed and said, "You are the participants in this debate competition, right? We've been chatting in the chat group for so long, but we haven't officially met in person yet."

"Although this debate is a matter of life and death for everyone, teammates and opponents have not yet been determined, so it's best not to hurt the harmony."

“Fellow Daoist Qi Zhibai is right. We are all participating in this debate against our own will, and we should not harbor any resentment towards each other. At that time, life and death will be left to fate,” Yuan Yan echoed.

With the two of them breaking the ice, the atmosphere on the scene immediately eased considerably, and at least a superficial peace was maintained between them.

Even Fang Can joined in, occasionally chiming in.

The peaceful atmosphere during the lively exchange only lasted for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

As a ripple arose before everyone, their expressions hardened, only to see eight playing cards quietly appear before them.

The backs of the eight playing cards are engraved with a balance scale, while the fronts are inscribed with four cards each of "positive" and "negative".

Although the font was different from what Fang Can had learned before, he could easily understand the meaning behind it.

"You're starting to choose already?" Emperor Yexing laughed, reaching out to immediately grab the card representing the "opponent".

Almost simultaneously, the other seven people, including Fang Can, also made a sudden move.

Clearly, everyone knew that as long as they obtained the card representing the opposing side, they could easily win the debate and escape with their lives by participating as the opposing side.

Their previously friendly attitude instantly changed.

Almost instantly, the power of the eight seventh-level beings converged in mid-air and swept towards the playing card.

Boom——

In this void, a tremendous explosion resounded.

All the power of the seven revolutions collided with each other, and the core area where the playing card was located was thousands or even tens of thousands of times denser than a black hole.

At the very center, the ultimate power erupts, rendering time and space meaningless, yet the seemingly flimsy playing card remains completely undamaged.

Although both are at the seventh level, the difference between those at the seventh level is greater than that between mortals and those at the sixth level.

Unlike the other seventh-tier warriors, the one with the ID "Skillful Proficiency" actually entered this area with his bare body, and then, under the pressure of everyone, managed to grab a "Violent" card.

In that world far exceeding the density of a black hole, the skillfully crafted body trembled slightly.

It was like an absolutely solid fluid, repelling all forces, laws, and traditions that attempted to influence or destroy his physical body.

'That's a seventh-tier level [Absolute Skill]!'

Fang Can understood. During their previous conversation, he had secretly opened the Yongle Encyclopedia to learn about these seven-stage inheritances.

The so-called "absolute technique" is to use meticulous and ultimate techniques to defy the laws of physics. Even if you use the power of a single turn, you can easily crush a peak sixth-turn opponent with a single finger.

When he skillfully obtained the first reverse card, Qi Zhibai chuckled and his entire body transformed into pieces of conceptual white.

In nature, white can reflect almost all wavelengths of visible light, and its albedo is ten times that of black.

If absolute skill is about avoiding all damage, then the concept of white, which is the embodiment of lacquer white, is about reflecting all damage back with near 100% efficiency.

As for the final, almost zero, unreflectable damage, Qi Zhibai only needs to withstand it with his own body.

"Fellow Daoists, I'll gladly accept this second one."

A blindingly white arm reached into the void, enduring immense damage to retrieve a [negative] card.

Seeing that both cards had been claimed, everyone became anxious.

Even if it's unclaimed, you can't steal it, let alone snatch it back from these level 7 individuals.

Suddenly, a card disappeared, and everyone looked up to find that Shao Guang was holding a reverse card tightly in his hand, with a victorious smile on his face.

It is light, the ultimate light, almost a billion times faster than the speed of light.

With extreme speed, they carved out a piece of history in this world where time and space no longer exist, and held the cards in their hands in the past.

In less than 0.000000000...1 second, three of the opposing team's cards were taken away.

This aroused tension among almost everyone else, who stared intently at the last card in the battle, the one inscribed with "Opponent".

This is our last chance!
The remaining four seventh-level cultivators, cornered against the wall, unleashed their fury, continuously elevating their power and pushing forward with all their might to gain a final glimmer of hope.

Gathering all the power and techniques accumulated by four seventh-level cultivators, this turbulent torrent of chaos was enough to shatter half of the observable universe into a mess.

But before he could make his move, a white-haired boy was already standing in front of the last card to be contested.

"Don't even think about fighting us!" Night Star Emperor roared, but his divine sense had already been submerged in the storm of attacks and could not be transmitted.

Fang Can remained silent, his slender index finger reaching out to gently pick up the card in front of him, his gaze sweeping over the remaining four Seven Turns.

dong dong——

In an instant, the heartbeats of everyone present stopped for a beat.

All offensive tactics paled in comparison to that indifferent gaze.

All means began to fade and become nothingness, being dragged towards the future by an invisible hand.

As the attack was abruptly cut into the future by Fang Can, reality returned to normal, and the scene reverted to before the cards appeared.

But 3000 years from now, a void where there is probably no one will ever exist suddenly explodes.

The chaotic power, enough to destroy the world, transformed an area spanning billions of light-years into a deathly wasteland that even those at the sixth level of the rank of immortals could not tread upon, a wasteland that has persisted for countless millennia.

Silence, absolute silence.

The four players who failed to get a card stared at Fang Can, their eyes twitching wildly, but they couldn't utter a single curse word.

The three who had previously grabbed the cards stared in astonishment at Fang Can, who made the final move, their eyes no longer calm.

Because Fang Can's move was too terrifying!

This is not some extraordinary method, nor is it a concept of "unparalleled skill," but simply pure power!

Yes, without any fancy tricks, Fang Can accomplished this purely through his personal strength.

He absorbed all the attacks from the seventh level and then instantly threw them all into the future.

This is like a group of martial arts masters competing in a ring.

The ring was filled with people practicing Wing Chun, Jeet Kune Do, Judo, and Muay Thai, and the competition was in full swing. Then Fang Can simply dropped a nuclear bomb into the center of the venue, wiping everyone out.

There's really no skill involved, it's all about numbers.

But the greatest terror lies in the lack of skill; Fang Can's strength at this moment is as if he exists in another dimension.

"Senior Fang... is Fang Po an eighth-level cultivator?" Qi Zhibai, holding the cards, asked haltingly, repeating the words of the other seven.

"It's not that strong, otherwise I wouldn't have come to participate in this stupid competition." Fang Can shrugged helplessly. Fang Po was his chat group ID.

After accepting the new law, his power increased every second.

On average, each second is added to the Planck timeline of oneself on the basis of the base value.

Now, since he awoke, he has spent about 2 years "gathering the six reincarnations, reforming the new dynasty, sorting out the myriad realms, and training his girlfriend".

If we consider his normal seventh-tier stat as 1.

His current combat power across different timelines could be:

【1X10^43X3600X24X360X20000】

Well, after calculating with my brain, I filled in a long string with my feet. Although it far exceeded the seventh level, it still didn't even touch the edge of the eighth level.

Gently holding the card representing the opposing side in his hand, Fang Can pulled back a distance and looked at the other seven people with the eyes of someone watching children play.

Clearly, he didn't think these people would try to steal the cards from his hand after seeing the gap; they could only try to resolve the issue internally.

Yuan looked at the lonely and neglected "pro" faction, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

The other three, [Night Star Emperor], [Ling Qi], and [Wen Xuan], also focused their attention on the seven turns of the other three who had obtained the reverse cards.

But seemingly because the cards had already been dealt, Fang Can saw the remaining four cards fly directly into the bodies of the remaining people.

A feeling of time and space being reversed arose in everyone's hearts.

By the time Fang Can realized what was happening, he was already sitting on a pile of slightly messy clutter in a closed room.

'What's going on?' Fang Can stared blankly at the room in front of him, feeling a complete fog in his head.

This feeling was so unfamiliar; Fang Can hadn't had it since he started practicing martial arts, as if his strength had regressed to that of an ordinary person.

Within his line of sight, the three players who had received the reverse card – [Qi Zhi Bai], [Shu Neng Zhi Qiao], and [Shao Guang] – also looked over with bewildered expressions.

Fang Can looked at his arm and tried to conjure a galaxy-destroying ball of light, but he couldn't do it no matter how long he chanted it.

No... it's not that the power disappeared... it's more like...

"Our power has been neutralized."

Those who have mastered the seventh level of cultivation through sheer skill and absolute technique are most able to perceive the differences, and said calmly:
"It's like the annihilation of matter. Now, every bit of power we exert is countered by a bit of opposing force. Both our mindset and our heritage are suppressed to the level of ordinary people."

“This must be the work of that Eighth Rank cultivator!” Shao Guang said with certainty.

Just as the four were stunned, the previously closed door to the room was suddenly flung open.

A man strode in, his face full of arrogance, and said:
"Hey, the director asked me to remind you to get ready early, the debate starts in half an hour!"

Qi Zhibai asked in a daze, "A debate competition???"

"Of course! Have you guys lost your minds? This is a debate broadcast live across the multiverse, and you, as the opposing side, are supposed to participate!" the man said irritably, his attitude extremely hostile.

"Wait, you said multiverse, in which country is this competition taking place, and who are the participants?"

Fang Can immediately seized on the key point in the man's words and asked a question, while her sense of unease grew stronger.

"Of course, it was hosted by our noble [False Excuses] Empire, and the grand live broadcast included the New Dynasty, Ye Dynasty, Jing Realm, and all the other worlds watching the competition. How come you, as the contestants, didn't know this?"

The man snorted coldly:
"You traitors should just surrender already. Does our fabricated empire need any proof of how righteous it is?"

At this, the expressions of the four people, including Fang Can, instantly turned sour.

From the very beginning, this debate was a huge deception.

The team that will truly win this match is not the opposing team, but the affirmative team!

The three of them thought they had secured the positive side, but then a stunning reversal occurred.

Realizing the huge pit inside, the group cursed viciously:

"Grass!!!!"

While Fang Can and his three companions were speechless, in a room not far away...

The feelings of Yuan Yan, Ye Xingdi, Ling Qi, and Wen Xuan took a complete turn for the better.

Compared to Fang Can's dilapidated storage room.

The four of them were in an incredibly luxurious living room.

Yuan Yan lay on his side on the leather sofa and laughed heartily:

"He's like someone who'd rather walk into hell than take the path to heaven. We've all been wrong!"

"This competition is not held in the void, but rather inside this fictitious empire after all our powers have been sealed."

"A nation that argues within a fabricated empire whether it is 'just'!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Ling Qi, whose emotions had been fluctuating wildly, couldn't help but burst into laughter:

"The arena! The referees! The audience! They're all our people, what do they have to fight us with!"

"The real loser in this match is not us trying to prove that the fabricated charges are righteous, but those who, on our own field, are proving that the fabricated charges are evil!"

"If you call a monk a bald man or a Taoist priest a 'bull-nose,' even if you're right, you'll still get beaten up!"

……

On the other hand, Fang Can is in a terrible situation.

Everyone, including Qi Zhi Bai, Shu Neng Zhi Qiao, and Shao Guang, was cursing this regulation.

The content of this debate was completely the opposite of what they had predicted.

The real challenge of the competition is not how to persuade the affirmative side with clever words.

It's not about how to speak the truth in a debate!
Normally, they would not be afraid of this small country.

But now that all your power has been suppressed, if you dare to say anything strange in this fictitious empire, you'll be beaten to death.

"We're doomed!"

This was the first thought of all the seventh-level cultivators, including Fang Can.

But the next moment, Fang Can stood up from the pile of clutter, got up, opened the door, and walked outside.

"What are you going to do?" Shao Guang asked hurriedly.

“We can’t just sit here and wait to die, I’ll go out and find a solution!” Fang Can replied.

(End of this chapter)