This High Martial World is Too Crazy!!!

On the internet, several of the drones in the sky had been shattered by the initial shockwaves of the battle.

The remaining drones immediately gained altitude, observing the entire battlefield from a distance.

Thanks to the dutiful drones, they were able to witness the entire fight.

The bizarre appearances, the special weapons, and the power and speed that defied all limits left the livestream viewers in awe. They were thrilled, but also confused:

"What’s going on? Is this a civil war between superhumans?"

"What should we do? They’re all superhumans. Who are we supposed to root for?"

"Obviously, we wait for the official announcement. Hate whichever one they tell you to hate. Don’t disobey orders and start picking sides."

"Roger that!"

...

Meanwhile, at the Dragon Group headquarters in Akia, Ji Donglai watched the sudden appearance of the Reincarnators, his eyes filled with rage:

"Goddammit! One Fang Can was bad enough, but now there are over twenty superhumans here, and we weren’t told a damn thing, were we?"

On the streets of Z City, Fang Can had become a human meat grinder, slaughtering everyone in his path.

He also roared Santa Claus’s classic line over and over: "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

To these Reincarnators, he was an Asura with black hair and red eyes who had clawed his way out of Hell itself.

Spotting the ape-armed Reincarnator who had first ambushed him, Fang Can lunged forward, ready to tear him to shreds.

But the second before his fist flew, a tall woman brandished a golden nine-section whip.

As the metal tip coiled around Fang Can’s right arm, the woman tried to yank him back with all her might, but it felt less like she was pulling a person and more like she was trying to stop a meteor.

Unable to slow him for even a second, Fang Can yanked his right arm.

The stunning woman, gripping the whip tightly, was instantly yanked off her feet, only to be met by Fang Can’s swinging right fist.

As the fist grew larger and larger in her vision, the chilling threat of death crept into her heart.

She wanted to scream, but before the sound could even leave her throat, Fang Can’s fist smashed into her delicate face.

"BAM!"

With a sickening burst of flesh and blood, a headless female corpse was sent flying by the impact.

In the distance, a Reincarnator hefted a Gatling gun and opened fire on Fang Can.

Faced with a storm of bullets that could shred steel, Fang Can grabbed a nearby Reincarnator and used him as a human shield.

"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"

Each heavy Gatling round, like a miniature cannonball, struck the Reincarnator, effortlessly tearing his body to pieces.

Using the corpse as a buffer, Fang Can, whose movements had been so forceful and direct moments before, became as agile as a phantom serpent.

He twisted, dodged, and leaped, and it was as if the bullets that could rip flesh from bone couldn’t even graze his skin.

His body, small and nimble compared to other Martial Artists, allowed him to perform movements that defied the limits of human flexibility.

Meanwhile, his terrifying strength allowed his six-ton body to execute incredibly difficult maneuvers with micron-level precision.

Whether it was the "Golden Cyclone" or the "Thomas Flare," or even folding his legs upward 290 degrees, every one of his movements possessed a breathtaking, heart-pounding beauty.

By now, it wasn’t just the Gatling gun aimed at him. From a distance, seven or eight other submachine guns and pistols had joined in.

Countless bullets zipped past, grazing his skin. A single hit would make him stagger, leaving him open to the ensuing, endless hailstorm of lead.

But with his evasive maneuvers, not a single bullet managed to hurt him.

Right now, Fang Can was a human weapon of slaughter.

Strength, speed, skill, luck, intuition, flexibility, stamina... in every aspect, he had pushed his body to its absolute peak!

Within the same Realm, no one would dare guarantee they could ’play’ the ’character’ of Fang Can better than the man himself.

Right now, Fang Can was the ultimate master of his own heroic body, knowing every one of its performance parameters like the back of his hand and controlling it with absolute perfection.

’FWIP! FWIP! FWIP! FWIP! FWIP! FWIP!’

With the sound of bullets ripping through his clothes, Fang Can weaved through a hail of gunfire in just a few evasive moves, his perfect physique coming to a stop right in front of the Gatling gunner.

His T-shirt was now in tatters, and his loose pants were ripped to shreds, with all the fabric below his knees completely gone.

The Reincarnator looked up to see a body that seemed to have been carved by the Immortal Gods themselves. Fang Can’s handsome face was backlit and hard to make out, shrouding him in an aura of divinity.

He didn’t even have time to speak before a single punch pulverized his body, sending a spray of blood flying dozens of meters.

Grabbing the man’s arm, Fang Can flung the mangled corpse aside, then hefted the Gatling gun onto his own shoulder.

"You love shooting so much? Fine, I’ll let you have your fill!" Fang Can cackled, aiming the massive weapon at the other Reincarnators.

...

Meanwhile, back at the villa in Z City, several Reincarnators took advantage of Fang Can’s absence to sneak inside.

But the moment they stepped inside, they found Jiang Ning’an standing behind them, her right hand on her sword. A blade flashed, and in an instant, the invading Reincarnators were turned to dust.

After dealing with the intruders, the young woman turned, sheathed her sword, and walked back to the sofa in the living room.

Lying on the sofa was Liu Qingmeng, whose body had shrunk to the appearance of a sixteen-year-old girl. She was reclining on her side, a lazy yet alluring expression on her face as she watched the livestream on the screen.

"Master, the intruders have been dealt with," Jiang Ning’an said respectfully to the girl on the sofa.

The girl tilted her slender, swan-like neck in acknowledgment, her eyes remaining fixed on the livestream, a look of satisfaction within them.

The boy’s rampage on the livestream was, in part, a credit to the dozen or so days of her careful instruction, and it gave her a small sense of accomplishment.

Glancing at her Disciple, Liu Qingmeng felt that when it came to teaching, Fang Can was far less trouble.

A look of naive confusion on her face, Jiang Ning’an leaned in to watch the stream with her master. Her elegant brows furrowed slightly. "Won’t Fang Can’s Evil Qi become too intense? It could be detrimental to his cultivation."

"It’s fine. Once this Carnival Day is over, he will begin to cultivate the art of Yin-Yang union."

"Lust is a steel blade that scrapes the very bones. Before a beautiful young woman who can melt a man’s marrow, even the most ferocious Evil Qi will vanish into thin air."

"Not only will his Evil Qi be unable to withstand it, but I fear his will shall also falter."

"These past few days, Fang Can has overcome the common trials of aptitude, pain, and cognitive dissonance. It’s time for him to taste the trial of carnal desire."

"Sometimes, it isn’t pain that causes a person’s downfall, but pleasure."

"If he can successfully overcome this trial of the flesh, his future accomplishments will be limitless," Liu Qingmeng said, her expression serious.

Never imagining her master’s method for dispelling Evil Qi would be *this*, the expression on Jiang Ning’an’s peerlessly beautiful face fell.

"Master, is that really necessary? Why not just use the Purifying Heart Spell to dispel his Evil Qi?"

"Improper. I would allow it for anyone else, but he is different."

"So handsome, and so proud... I fear the red strings of fate that will entangle him in the future will be too numerous to sever, even with a cleaver."

"Rather than let it fester into a greater disaster down the road, it’s better he experiences this trial of the flesh sooner rather than later."