Monarch Night
Chapter 213 - 171: The Ningxue Sword Arrives [Additional - 11 for Yan Hui’s Sorrowful Decline in the Grand Alliance]

Chapter 213: Chapter 171: The Ningxue Sword Arrives [Additional Chapter 11 for Yan Hui’s Sorrowful Decline in the Grand Alliance]

After casually inquiring around the city, he strolled towards the Tianren Martial Academy.

Neither hurried nor sluggish.

The event wasn’t over yet, it seemed like it would last a few more days. He arrived just in time, allowing him to enjoy the excitement for a few days and, by the way, observe the martial arts of students from the top academies around the world.

Perhaps he would gain some insight?

He gracefully moved along, with an elegance like jade, attracting countless gazes.

But few dared to speak to him.

It was because he carried an invisible aura of evil, instilling fear in those who beheld it.

After walking dozens of miles, he faintly heard the tumult, sensing the momentum of tens of thousands gathered, prompting him to quicken his pace.

The Tianren Martial Academy had arrived.

It was located on the outskirts of the city.

Fang Che thought this made sense; such a massive academy could not be in the city center. However, Tiandu City was indeed enormous.

A population of over a hundred million was a certainty, although the exact number was unknown.

He kept a low profile along the way, knowing that Tiandu was unlike Baiyun State, hiding true talents among the common folk. It was better to remain humble, ensuring a smooth journey.

He entered the Tianren Martial Academy quite easily.

Claiming he was a student from Baiyun Martial Academy, he was allowed entry after presenting his credentials.

Quite a number of students from various academies had come.

Fang Che found the arena with ease and saw a sea of people surrounding it. Many spectators climbed trees with long telescopes in hand to watch.

"Truly lively."

Fang Che silently squeezed his way in, blending into the crowd like a drop of water into the ocean.

As he pushed forward, someone turned back, displeased, and Fang Che greeted them with a smile.

Seeing such a handsome man smiling kindly, those he pushed past also smiled back, allowing him to pass smoothly. He smiled again, then continued onward...

Particularly if it was a woman upfront, it was even easier.

When Fang Che nudged, the other party turned back angrily, but Fang Che cast a school beauty smile their way, and their face immediately turned rosy as they stepped aside, even asking, "You... want to pass?"

"Indeed, it’s not clear from here."

"Then you can come this way... everyone upfront, make some room..."

"Thank you, senior sister."

"You’re welcome... Junior, what’s your name? Which academy are you from?"

"..."

Damn this infatuating appearance.

Fang Che sighed internally, cursing this appearance-obsessed society while enjoying the benefits of his good looks. His charm was unbeatable; he soon reached the front few rows.

It was currently the fourth-grade finals.

After the fourth-grade finals, it would be the first-grade finals; it wasn’t in sequence but based on the draw.

Fang Che quietly crouched down among the crowd.

The fourth-grade finals were between Baiyun and Tianren, competing for the championship.

After more than half an hour of fierce battle.

Baiyun Martial Academy fell short, finishing as runners-up, with Tianren Martial Academy winning the championship.

Fang Che shook his head.

The people from Tianren Martial Academy clearly had higher cultivation skills; this match was basically unwinnable.

The students from Baiyun Martial Academy were clearly a cut above other academies, but compared to Tianren, there was still quite a gap.

Huang Yifan led down five students with reluctant expressions, his face showing no disappointment.

"Seeing the gap is good. Return and work hard, come back stronger next year!"

"Yes, Mountain Master."

Sparks flashed in their eyes.

They all recalled the fierce battle of Senior Wu Zhibing before.

Although it was a semifinal match, it was against Tianren. Defeating Tianren Martial Academy, Baiyun would be the secure champion in the final.

The other two teams were simply not a match for Baiyun; the difference was too evident.

It was said that Senior Wu Zhibing lost to Tianren four times in a row! It wasn’t until this final year that he overturned the situation and emerged victorious.

If Senior Wu Zhibing can make it, so can we!

They rested briefly.

Then someone inspected the arena, reinforcing it. Someone cleaned up the bloodstains.

The referees changed shifts.

The first-grade finals were about to begin.

Suddenly, a roar erupted, deafening, startling Fang Che.

"Heavenly Venerable Team! Heavenly Venerable Team! Heavenly Venerable Team!"

Fang Che blinked in surprise, almost bursting into laughter.

It seemed those youngsters had been doing well recently.

But on the other side, there was also a frantic shout: "Tianren Tianren, sure to beat Baiyun! Tianren Tianren, sure to beat Baiyun!"

Both sides shouted hoarsely. Nearby, everyone yelled, "Tianren Tianren, sure to beat Baiyun!"

Fang Che, amid the crowd, didn’t shout, so two people beside him jabbed him with their fingers, yelling in his ear: "Come on, shout!"

Fang Che then opened his mouth and shouted: "Heavenly Venerable Team! Heavenly Venerable Team!"

Immediately, a few around him were speechless.

How did a donkey end up among sheep?

Fang Che’s shout not only failed to enhance the momentum but disrupted the rhythm, almost leading others to follow his lead.

A few girls, presumably cheerleaders, stormed over with angry faces: "Who’s causing trouble?"

A few boys pointed angrily: "Him!"

The lead girl looked sternly at Fang Che: "Why are you..."

Fang Che turned his head, wearing the sweet smile of a school flower: "Senior sister, any instructions?"

The lead girl’s stern demeanor softened immediately upon seeing his flawless, dreamy face, pouting softly: "You, why were you shouting randomly."

The boys beside covered their faces.

Were you here to blame him, or to flirt with him?

Fang Che looked helpless, saying, "Senior Sister, I’m from Baiyun Martial Academy."

The girls’ faces immediately showed understanding: "Ohhh, you’re from Baiyun, then it’s alright, haha... We can’t make you Baiyun people shout for Tianren, hehe, or you won’t be dead if you go back hahaha..."

The girls even started laughing with goose-like cackles.

The boys were baffled in the wind: Was there something funny just said? Why didn’t I get it?

Immediately, the girls came over, shoving a few boys aside effortlessly, saying: "Junior, which grade are you in Baiyun?"

And they managed to snag Fang Che a seat.

Then a few girls secured seats themselves, sitting right next to Fang Che.

The lead girl, looking earnest, said: "Since a junior from Baiyun is here to watch, we must treat him well, lest people say our Tianren Martial Academy lacks tolerance. What’s your name, junior? My surname is Yu, like in ’flawless jade.’

Fang Che wiped his nose, saying: "My surname is Fang, like a square block of wood."

"Hehehe..."

The girls burst into laughter again.

The boys were pushed aside, bewildered, unable to shout slogans as these girls were picking up a girl... or rather, flirting with... Hmm, no, they were teasing an innocent young man?

Fang Che skillfully handled the girls, quickly becoming friends, laughter and banter flowing.

The surroundings were filled with fragrant floral scents, the air buzzing with soft whispers.

Fang Che was satisfied.

The environment improved dramatically. The boys previously around him would unexpectedly let out a few farts. The smell was... unbearable.

Now the atmosphere was much better, fragrant and pleasant.

On stage, two small flags waved.

Suddenly, the surrounding noise ceased.

From the Tianren Martial Academy’s five-person team, the captain, Xue Wanshi, took the field first. From Baiyun Martial Academy, Yu Zhongge also stepped forward.

Both went ahead for the draw.

These two teams were meeting for the first time in the competition, and it was the finals.

Xue Wanshi had an unusual expression, saying lightly: "It’s you?"

Yu Zhongge smiled: "Brother Xue."

Xue Wanshi nodded faintly: "Let’s draw."

The box for the draw was placed on the table.

Xue Wanshi reached into Baiyun’s box, drawing a stick: "Ding Jie Ran?"

Yu Zhongge reached into Tianren’s box, praying silently, drawing a stick and reading: "Shen Changshan?"

Xue Wanshi remained calm: "That’s him."

The first match was Ding Jie Ran versus Shen Changshan.

The two continued to draw, completing the lineup for all five matches.

Yu Zhongge against Zhu Jianghai.

Mo Gan Yun against Lu Youlin.

Qiu Yunshang against An Yunxue.

The unluckiest was Jing Shuanggao, matched against Xue Wanshi.

Five matches in total.

Xue Wanshi glanced at the order, sighing regretfully.

Yu Zhongge said: "No need to worry, you should make it to the fifth match."

Xue Wanshi lamented: "Not necessarily."

He felt he probably wouldn’t get to compete.

Just looking at the lineup was clear.

Shen Changshan, Fifth Grade General, Ding Jie Ran, Fourth Grade General;

Yu Zhongge, Peak of Fourth Grade General, Zhu Jianghai, Middle Fifth Grade General.

Mo Gan Yun, Peak of Fourth Grade General, Lu Youlin, Sixth Grade General.

Qiu Yunshang, Fourth Grade General, An Yunxue, Peak of Fifth Grade General.

Jing Shuanggao, Fourth Grade General, but Xue Wanshi is Seventh Grade General.

In terms of overall strength and individual cultivation, Tianren Academy’s team utterly dominated Baiyun’s.

This match was practically unwinnable.

No wonder Xue Wanshi was disheartened; such a setup might even lead to a clean sweep in the first three matches. Even if pushed to a draw in one, the fourth match would see it end.

At this moment, Fang Che watched the stage, while the senior sisters beside him elaborated on the strength of Tianren’s team.

The more he listened, the more Fang Che felt something ominous.

If he were to fight, with his current strength, he could take down the five opponents in just a few moves.

It would be as easy as cutting through melons and vegetables.

But the problem was... he couldn’t take the stage.

He was excluded.

Mo Gan Yun and the others were an entire level below their opponents!

Fang Che sighed inwardly.

It seemed Mo Gan Yun and the others were facing an unprecedented defeat today.

He couldn’t help but feel a bit stifled: I came all the way to this place only to witness a disheartening defeat?

The gong sounded.

The first match was about to begin.

At this moment, a sharp sword intent suddenly enveloped the entire Zhongdu.

The sun had just risen, casting rays across the sky.

However, the appearance of the sword intent instantly made the sunlight feel sharp, as if the sunlight had turned into thousands of strands of sword qi.

Cutting through the brisk air, piercing into every person underneath.

In Tianren Martial Academy, countless experts soared into the air, facing the east.

They saluted in unison: "Welcome, Lord Jian, to the Tianren Martial Academy!"

The legendary Ningxue Sword’s intention to attend the academy competition had already spread throughout the world and was known by everyone.

But the Ningxue Sword had never shown up.

Everyone thought it might just be a rumor, but unexpectedly, right towards the end, this Lord Jian finally arrived fashionably late.

In full view, a white silhouette suddenly appeared from where the sun rose.

He appeared abruptly.

Somehow blocking the sunlight, his white silhouette became shadowy black.

Sword qi raged across heaven and earth.

Showcasing the unparalleled majesty of the Sword Monarch.

Three thousand miles of unstoppable sharpness, sword edge piercing through nine heavens in autumn; a solitary battle outside the Heavenly Gate, the Ningxue stands in elegance!

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