This High Martial World is Too Crazy!!!

The bullet didn’t hit his brain?

That guy is still... alive?

The thought that the boy who had just seemed like a god or a demon, who had inspired such immense fear in them, was still alive instantly silenced the raucous laughter.

In the distance, his body, which had been split in two, didn’t bleed a single drop. It looked just like a battle-damaged anime figure that had come apart.

But a Reincarnator immediately retorted, "How is that possible? Look at the center of his brow. The bullet went right through the middle. His brain can’t be on the left side like his heart, can it?"

After he spoke, another Reincarnator used their shared psychic link to look through the White Eye’s perspective, and their expression immediately turned grim.

It was completely unharmed. Fang Can’s brain was completely unharmed.

The bullet had indeed entered his skull, but it hadn’t damaged the brain. Instead, it was lodged inside his cranium.

"How is that possible!" a Reincarnator exclaimed in disbelief.

"He moved it," the owner of the White Eye said coldly. "In the instant before the bullet entered his brow, Fang Can compressed his brain and squeezed it to the right side of his skull, dodging the bullet."

"I didn’t think you’d actually figure it out." Fang Can, who had been playing dead, opened his eyes. "I was hoping to give you all a little surprise."

With that, Fang Can’s severed upper body propped itself up and looked at his lower half, which was lying nearby.

"Oi, how long are you going to play dead? Get over here."

The other Reincarnators were baffled, but then they witnessed a horrifying scene.

Fang Can’s lower body, severed by the Space Slash, actually twitched slightly and slowly stood up from the ground???

Yes, his lower half stood up on its own.

’How the fuck is that possible?! It’s just a lower body, it doesn’t even have a brain! How can it be consciously controlled? This defies all logic!!!’ a Reincarnator screamed internally.

Two thousand meters away, seeing that Fang Can hadn’t died, extreme terror began to grip the sniper’s heart.

According to his Future Vision, he was certain his bullet had entered Fang Can’s skull.

But because he was too far away for the psychic link, relying on his earpiece to communicate, he couldn’t borrow the White Eye to see the situation inside Fang Can’s cranium.

Besides, who in their right mind would think someone could survive having their brains blown out? ’You put Kennedy to shame!’

"This guy is a monster! I’m sure I—" The sniper’s words caught in his throat as his body went rigid.

His excellent vision allowed him to see Fang Can, two thousand meters away, turn his gaze upon him. Fang Can’s eyes locked firmly onto his position, and then he broke into an incredibly warm smile.

"As a reward for your sneak attack, I hope you’re ready to receive this next shot."

As Fang Can spoke, his brow furrowed. Then, to the astonishment of the surrounding Reincarnators, the brain inside his skull began to tremble.

With minuscule contractions, his brain started to move the sniper bullet lodged in his cranium, guiding it back toward the entry wound in his brow.

Immediately, even the audience in the livestream chat saw a slender bullet poke out from the hole in his forehead.

’What in the world is this monster!!!’

Everyone watched this scene in terror, feeling as if their minds had been invaded by an Ancient God. This was something they wouldn’t even dare to dream of.

The next moment, as Fang Can’s brain exerted its power, the slender bullet began to spin on his forehead.

One revolution per second... ten revolutions per second... a hundred revolutions per second... a thousand revolutions per second...

As the bullet spun at extreme speed, the surrounding air was drawn in, funneled bit by bit into the hole in Fang Can’s brow.

Fang Can slowly raised his hand, aiming his fingertip at the target two thousand meters away, and said nonchalantly,

"Come on. Try to block this sure-kill strike—with my eyes for sighting, my fingertip for calibration, the hole in my head as the barrel, my brain as the gunpowder, and the bullet as its core!"

"[Supreme Will Spiral-Thought Destructive Death-Ray Gun-Kata Bullet]!!!"

As the lengthy attack name was called out, Fang Can’s brain began to compress rapidly like a spring, shrinking to the size of a fist before suddenly expanding.

"BANG!!!"

A visible white shockwave exploded outward. Fang Can’s head recoiled slightly from the force as the small-mass bullet instantly broke the sound barrier and shot toward its target.

The sniper, who had seen this coming, cowered in terror behind a marble barrier, hoping it could block the shot.

But in an instant, the bullet curved around the marble, drilled into his temple, and blew his head apart.

In the last moment before his consciousness faded, he thought in disbelief, ’This move is...’

"Sorry, my brain has already learned how to curve bullets," Fang Can said with an innocent smile, propping himself up with his hands.

That last shot had temporarily boosted his talent to an unknown Realm.

The entire process took less than three seconds. After standing up, Fang Can’s legs had already walked over to his upper body.

"Dammit, we have to stop him."

Realizing the situation was dire, the powerhouse known as Power King roared and was about to charge. But Fang Can’s upper body leaped ahead of him, landing on his lower-body Mecha.

Fang Can Mecha! Re-engage!

The next moment, facing Power King’s destructive right fist, which carried the force of dozens of tons, Fang Can threw his own punch, ready to meet him head-on.

But upon impact, the recoil sent his not-yet-fully-reattached upper body flying backward.

Seeing this, Fang Can had a flash of inspiration and suddenly extended his muscular stomach and intestines.

A human’s large intestine is about 1.5 meters long, and the small intestine is about 6-7 meters.

As his torso was knocked away again, Fang Can’s small intestine shot out like a nimble snake, connected to the spinal column of his lower half, and pulled the stationary lower body toward him.

Insane! This is so fucking insane!

Witnessing this, everyone felt their brains shriveling.

The last time they had seen something like this was in the horror movie *Dead Alive*.

The creature before them was like a monster that had crawled out of hell, nearly scaring them to death.

Using his lower body as an anchor, Fang Can’s upper body swung in a wide arc.

As his right fist smashed into Power King, the recoil sent him into a backflip, which once again joined his two halves together.

"Being cut in half has just given me more ways to fight."

With those words, Fang Can laughed and willingly separated his upper and lower body again.

Looking at Power King, who looked like he’d seen a ghost, Fang Can grinned. "Now I can do split-body attacks, too."

As he spoke, Fang Can’s legs started running on their own, while Fang Can himself began to walk on his hands.

The two halves flanked Power King, one from the left and one from the right.

"Agh, stay away from me!"

Seeing Fang Can’s split-body attack, Power King felt like he was being haunted, his face filled with terror.

He raised his right arm to block the right foot coming down from above, only for the lower body to change its move at the last second, viciously kicking him in the face with its left leg.

Meanwhile, Fang Can’s upper body had circled around behind him, landing a straight punch on the back of Power King’s head and slamming his body into the ground.

Before he could even process what happened, a small intestine had already wrapped around his neck, and his entire body was flung into the air.

In the air, Fang Can’s lower half was already waiting, having leaped up in advance.