Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 518 Witnessing? We'll win!
In the multiverse, there is no empire without a name.

On the bustling street, Fang Can walked out of the studio and strolled leisurely.

His current state of mind is the same as other players who drew the opposite side in the Seven Turns.

He was actually quite worried about the debate that was scheduled for half an hour later.

After all, the essence of debate is to use strong eloquence to constantly overwhelm and refute the opposing side, and then win the approval of the judges and the audience.

However, the topic of this debate was far too biased.

The malice of the question setter was immediately apparent from the initial design.

In a fictitious empire, is it fair to discuss the justice of fabricated charges in front of the entire nation?

Fang Can had no idea which idiot would come up with such a deadly question.

Based on the information obtained previously, the "Issued Empire" is a Leviathan organization that gathers all evils, which is simply outrageous.

If you dare to say something baseless and evil during a live broadcast one second, you'll be dragged out and beaten to death by the guards the next.

What could he say in this situation? He could only comply.

What would it be like to debate within a fabricated empire?

It's like there's an elephant in the room, and the debaters are busy talking about other things, all pretending not to see the elephant.

Those who cannot describe the elephant are like the lifeless knife brother, reduced to a gentle and harmless tool.

But as the elephants grew larger, the rooms became increasingly crowded.

The situation gradually evolved from initially vehement criticism that was forbidden to be discussed, to milder criticism that began to touch upon the elephant itself, and was instantly refined.

Finally, fast forward to the point where everyone is immersed in a false paradise.

Because some things don't weigh four ounces on the scale, but when they are, they weigh a thousand pounds.

Any word you say can be implied, amplified, and elevated to a direct attack on an elephant.

and so……

How should we debate this?
How can one legally criticize?

How can I legally verify information during a live stream?
This is Fang Can's primary concern right now.

As Fang Can pondered the journey, he strolled along the street.

With only 25 minutes left before the broadcast, he had to come up with a solution within those 25 minutes.

"Help!"

Just as Fang Can was deep in thought, a piercing scream rang out from inside the alley.

Fang Can looked in the direction of the sound and saw a well-dressed man tugging at a woman's sleeve on the street, emitting wicked laughs.

The street was not without pedestrians at this time, but those around them, upon seeing this scene, had no intention of approaching it; instead, they avoided it like the plague.

'Isn't it true that this is a fabricated charge? They actually kidnapped a woman in the street. But it's just in time...' Fang Can thought to himself, and then quickly stepped forward.

"Hehehe! Little beauty, don't resist. My dad is the sheriff. You can scream your lungs out and no one will come to save you!" the well-dressed man sneered.

The girl looked at the spoiled rich kid in front of her in despair. Just as she was about to fight back, she saw a boy rapidly approaching from behind.

Reaching out and gently patting the spoiled brat's shoulder, Fang Can said, "Hey, turn around!"

"Who the hell is so blind? Can't they see I'm doing my job?"

The spoiled brat turned around unhappily, but before he could even see who it was, Fang Can punched him to the ground.

Although Fang Can's power has been suppressed to the level of an ordinary person due to the Eighth Rank, he is still far superior to ordinary people.

With his suppressed mental power, Fang Can can ensure that he can make the most of his physical body and become a match for a thousand men.

Of course, with his current physical capabilities, this is all he can do, because the current situation is far worse than starting over.

If he were only stripped of his strength, Fang Can was confident that with his comprehension, experience, and insight, he could cultivate to the third level within half an hour and become invincible throughout the entire empire.

Those who have not painstakingly cultivated themselves step by step to reach the seventh level are afraid to start all over again.

As long as they don't lose their lives, even if they have to start all over again, almost all seventh-stage cultivators are confident that they can return to their peak state within a hundred years by following the path they came from.

But now they are being suppressed by the power of the eighth level.

Everything that made them different from ordinary people disappeared; their strength, intelligence, heritage, and temperament were all suppressed to the level of ordinary people.

In this situation, the newly created power will be suppressed again, making Fang Can feel restricted.

"Hey, you should hide first."

Fang Can stepped on the man's chest, turned around and said to the girl he was harassing:

"Be careful of his father's revenge. I don't have the energy to kill his whole family right now."

The woman stared in astonishment at Fang Can, who had white hair and wore a short-sleeved shirt. After giving a hesitant reply, she fled in a panic.

Lowering his head, the man covered his swollen and red face and said, "You...you actually dared to hit me? Don't you know my dad is the sheriff of this area?"

"You at least have a father, but I don't even have one. Who am I afraid of!"

Fang Can sneered and pulled the man up from the ground, then raised his hand and punched him in the abdomen.

Under Fang Can's relentless punch, the man's body arched like a lobster, and he retched bile.

"Now, if you don't want to suffer, hand over all the money you have on you right now."

Fang Can spoke very politely, but then pretended to continue hitting the man, which frightened him so much that he waved his hand and said, "No, stop hitting me, I'll give it to you."

As he spoke, he fearfully pulled a black bank card from his pocket and said, "The password is eight zeros, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Fang Can had already twisted off his brain.

Holding the black card in his hand, Fang Can walked directly towards the most luxurious shop not far away, amidst the horrified gazes of the surrounding civilians.

Two armed guards stood at the shop entrance, and they witnessed the entire process of Fang Can taking action.

After all, in such a chaotic place, you shouldn't even think about opening a shop without a certain level of self-defense capabilities, as you could be robbed at any time.

Before he even got close, the two guards warily pointed their guns at Fang Can: "What do you want to do?"

"What else can we do? Of course, we can spend money."

Fang Can held up his bank card and said, "As a business, don't you welcome customers?"

"You just killed Sheriff Walker's son, and now you want to use his bank card to buy our goods?" one of the guards thought it was absurd.

"What do you care where I got the money from? You have money, so what? Or are you afraid of a mere police chief?" Fang Can raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Let him in, he's our honored guest." At that moment, an old voice came from inside the shop.

After exchanging a glance, the two guards had no choice but to step aside. Fang Can slowly walked into the shop, where he was greeted by a dazzling array of gold ornaments.

At the very back of the shop, an elderly man with wrinkled skin looked at Fang Can with a slightly sinister smile and said:
"Young man, I know you. You're on the opposing side in today's global live debate, right? Your name is Fang Po, isn't it?" "But the show is about to start, and you're not planning to debate. Why did you come out? Is there anything I can do for you?" the old man said with utmost politeness.

This debate was attracting national attention, and before the program even started, Fang Can was certain that nothing would happen to him, at least not because of himself.

"So I'm that famous." Fang Can was a little surprised, but he still kept it brief: "There are only 24 minutes left before the start of the match, and I need to get the best computer I can get right now."

"Is that all you ask for?" The old man was somewhat surprised.

"Yes, just one computer." Fang Can repeated his request.

"Alright, young man, I'm sorry I can't grant your request," the old man said, spreading his hands with a troubled expression.

"why?"

"Because of your position, you are on the opposing side in the debate, and your debate today has attracted nationwide attention."

The old man explained, "Whether you win or lose in the end, you cannot escape the fate of death. The only difference is whether you die during the competition or after it ends."

"Although I have some influence in this city, helping you could very well invite a crackdown from the empire."

"Therefore, I absolutely cannot offer you any help."

"Oh...in that case..." Hearing the other person's words, Fang Can was not angry at all. Instead, he had a sudden inspiration and made up his mind:
"Old man, how about we make a deal? A deal that will guarantee you a profit."

"A sure-fire deal?" The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, a glint of light flashing in them as he listened to Fang Can's next description.

Three minutes later, Fang Can returned to the broadcasting building, holding the latest model computer in the city.

Behind him, two armed bodyguards lay unconscious at the shop entrance, while the old man clutched his bloodied gunshot wound on his shoulder, panting heavily.

Amidst his rapid breathing, he showed no sign of discomfort despite the excruciating pain from his wounds. Instead, a mysterious smile appeared on his face as he weakly spoke:

"Don't let me down, young man."

"I'm back!" Fang Can walked back to the storage room with his computer, attracting the collective gaze of the other seven class members.

"What have you been doing? I thought you deserted at the last minute!" Shu Neng Zhi Qiao said irritably, "There are only 15 minutes left before the match starts."

"Oh, I just grabbed a computer on my way out," Fang Can said with a smile, then plugged in the power and turned it on.

"What are you going to do with the computer?" the three seventh-ranked students asked, puzzled.

From birth, they have been single-mindedly devoted to martial arts, and are indifferent to everything outside of martial arts.

Although there were technological civilizations in the past, we simply absorbed their content to accumulate experience, but we didn't think much of these technological creations.

"Now our brains are suppressed to the level of mortals, and many things cannot be explored with our minds. We can only use computers to look up some basic information."

As Fang Can spoke, he directly entered the keywords for this debate competition, and many entries immediately popped up.

[Specific procedures and materials for the multi-faceted debate competition]

[Analysis of the format of debate competitions]

[The complete process of a debate competition]

……

Fang Can looked at the content of the debate competition and clicked on it to learn about the entire competition schedule.

In short, this competition consisted of two judges, 80 audience members, and 10000 armed soldiers known as the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

In a competition with a total score of 100 points (1 judge, 1 audience member), the side with the most points wins.

As for the 1 Imperial Guards, they are responsible for maintaining order on-site, with AI providing control and early warning, and for violently suppressing any disturbances that could destabilize the area.

After the three of them frowned and finished reading the message, they saw Fang Can start frantically typing on the keyboard.

"What are you doing? Is this... hacking into a website?" Qi Zhibai asked.

"Hacking into the AI's terminal, gathering more intelligence will give us a better grasp of how to respond next." Fang Can's fingers flew across the keyboard as he continued:

"Since the warning is issued by AI, it naturally has discretion. Why don't we just see how the AI ​​makes its decisions?"

Using this computer, Fang Can continuously turned computer accounts into botnets, spending ten minutes directly hacking into the AI ​​named GD Ling.

As the taboo content on the entire AI was copied down, everyone present fell silent.

There are... far too many!

The entire AI contains 75 sensitive words. Once their words touch upon sensitive words, they will be dragged out and shot to death by tens of thousands of imperial guards.

"What... what's the point of playing this?!" Qi Zhibai couldn't help but curse.

Each of their arguments contains at least a dozen sensitive words; any one of them could cross a red line!

Qi Zhibai's words silenced the other three.

Before an AI develops self-awareness, it has already been programmed with an ideology, with so many unfounded red lines that they could knit a sweater!
Fang Can didn't say anything, but continued to frantically operate on the computer.

"Brother Fangpo, what are we searching for now?" Shaoguang asked from the side.

"Upon opening the box, I discovered that the audience slots were allocated through an online lottery. It seems that even the fictitious officials were very confident of their victory, so they didn't engage in any behind-the-scenes manipulation."

Fang Can said while his fingers flew across the keyboard, "Since these people are operating online, I will directly open each of them online and see what their hobbies are."

"You really intend to win!" Shu Neng Zhi Qiao said with a defeated expression, "We're definitely doomed. We might as well fight them and kill as many as we can."

Fang Can looked up at the other person for no apparent reason. Such self-deprecating words were completely unlike what a seventh-level cultivator would say.

'Is it because your intelligence and perseverance are suppressed to an ordinary level that you become discouraged when faced with huge setbacks?'

Fang Can pondered for a moment, then typed on the keyboard and said, "If you think there's no hope, then just believe me."

"I hope you can give me about 30 more minutes. I need to understand all the preferences of these viewers and develop a strategy."

"But there are only 5 minutes left!" Qi Zhibai said with difficulty.

Shao Guang glanced at Fang Can and thought for a moment before saying, "Brother Fang Po, you want to buy time, right? Then you can be the fourth debater, and the three of us will hold the fort for you."

"Can we win?" Qi Zhibai asked worriedly.

"Trust me, we will win."

Fang Can said seriously, "Since all our abilities are banned this time, we can only rely on our true skills!"
So-called authentication! Isn't it just a matter of wildly labeling each other?

On this point, Fang Can fears no one!

As he watched the audience's identity information pop up on his computer screen, including their home addresses, workplaces, and so on, his confidence grew stronger.

"Whatever, let's go to hell!" Hearing Fang Can's affirmative reply, Shu Nengzhiqiao burst into a tirade, then recklessly declared:

"Anyway, I'm not planning to leave here alive. I'll take two of them down with me. I'll be the first debater and scout ahead for you guys."

"Thank you very much." Fang Can, completely absorbed in his computer, expressed his gratitude.

Just as the group was talking, the door opened again, and the same man who had entered earlier appeared. He said in a drawn-out voice:
"Gentlemen, please proceed. The debate is about to begin. Please get going!"

(End of this chapter)