Monarch Night
Chapter 216 - 174: As You Wish【Extra 14 for Yan Hui’s Sorrowful Decline】

Chapter 216: Chapter 174: As You Wish【Extra 14 for Yan Hui’s Sorrowful Decline】

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On the stage, Mo Gan Yun and Lu Youlin fought like two ancient giant bears, desperately grappling.

After a tumultuous struggle, it ended in a tie again.

Both were unable to get up.

Their bones were mostly broken.

Lying on the ground, Mo Gan Yun gasped, "Just you wait! My boss Fang Che didn’t come today! If he were here, beating you would be... cough cough, like beating a son!"

Lu Youlin coughed laboriously, gasping, "When your boss Fang Che comes... I’ll beat him like he’s a grandson!"

"Draw!"

The referee announced.

Below the stage.

A few girls looked at Fang Che with curious eyes, "Hey, did you hear that? They said beating you is like beating a grandson."

Fang Che smiled like a school beauty, "They’re just joking, don’t take it seriously."

"Tch."

The girls all rolled their eyes.

Ever since learning this guy was Fang Che, their attitudes had somewhat changed.

Curious, and suddenly feeling a distance.

The fourth match.

Qiu Yunshang against An Yunxue.

This battle left Qiu Yunshang completely powerless.

An Yunxue, though a girl, had cultivation that was nearly two tiers higher than Qiu Yunshang’s. Despite her frail appearance, her hand strength was anything but small.

What drove Qiu Yunshang to despair was that this delicate girl wielded a massive broadsword as big as a door panel!

Qiu Yunshang’s sword couldn’t even penetrate.

His sword looked like a toothpick before the girl’s door-panel-sized broadsword.

He hoped she’d tire out, but instead, she remained vigorous throughout. Her strength seemed endless!

Qiu Yunshang was miserably overpowered with no chance for close combat.

The opponent’s sword repelled even water; Qiu Yunshang doubted if even air could pass.

After hundreds of moves, Qiu Yunshang was swept off the stage with one strike.

Tianren Martial Academy wins!

Now both major academies had one win and two draws.

Inescapably, it came to the fifth match, the decider.

But Xue Wanshi was Tianren Martial Academy’s strongest newcomer, while Jing Shuanggao was Baiyun Martial Academy’s weakest competitor.

This match barely needed to be fought; everyone knew the outcome.

Yet Jing Shuanggao stubbornly jumped onto the stage.

Better to be beaten to death than scared to death.

Being defeated was fine.

But conceding without a fight was unacceptable!

This battle for Jing Shuanggao was filled with a sense of tragedy.

Xue Wanshi took the stage.

Before stepping up, he asked Yu Zhongge, "Your boss Fang, does he really beat us like beating sons?"

Xue Wanshi’s tone carried a hint of sarcasm, his lips curled in a mocking smile.

Yu Zhongge felt a surge of anger from within, couldn’t help but say coldly, "Perhaps, beating you might even be easier than beating sons."

"Alright, today I’ll first beat a son!"

Xue Wanshi laughed arrogantly, and leisurely walked onto the stage.

As the battle began, everyone sensed something different.

Xue Wanshi immediately took control.

Like a cat playing with a mouse, he overpowered Jing Shuanggao. He clearly could have won early but deliberately dragged it out, humiliating Jing Shuanggao on stage.

A single sword unleashed a flurry of movements.

Xue Wanshi’s swordsmanship was indeed impressive; with one move, snowflakes scattered, as if a sudden snowstorm had hit the stage.

Xue Wanshi stood tall, handsome and graceful, wielding a long sword, dancing amidst the snowy winds.

His posture was elegant and unrestrained, like flowing water.

Yet in his hand, each sword strike was a venomous move!

Jing Shuanggao struggled to parry, retreating step by step.

But he couldn’t withstand it.

Amidst Xue Wanshi’s laughs, he recited aloud, "I’ve honed my sword for ten years, never resting, asking who in Jianghu can match? Qiong Xiao falls, snowflakes drift through the ages, the young lord is most romantic!"

He laughed heartily, "There!"

Instantly, a splash of blood scattered.

Jing Shuanggao was pierced, red blood stark against the snowy flurry of sword shadows, like a red plum blossom.

Dazzling and vibrant.

Xue Wanshi grew more rampant, his sword danced more unpredictably, like a deer hanging off a cliff, leaving no traces.

Jing Shuanggao desperately tried to defend, but his cultivation was three Realms lower than Xue Wanshi’s, a chasm that courage could not bridge!

Jing Shuanggao’s body trembled, constantly getting hit.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Unyielding to defeat, he stood firm, but his stubbornness was insignificant against absolute strength.

Quickly he was covered in wounds.

Yet Xue Wanshi didn’t relent.

Strike after strike landed on him.

Blood flew incessantly.

"I hear your boss, Fang Che, is very powerful?" Xue Wanshi taunted Jing Shuanggao leisurely.

The sword light was imposing and elegant.

"Beating us like beating a son? Hahaha... why didn’t he come? Why didn’t he come?"

Xue Wanshi laughed aloud.

Jing Shuanggao’s eyes blazed, "Xue Wanshi, you wait!"

"Sure, I’ll wait! The Jing Family, hahahaha, Third Level, is it? What level is that Fang Che? How come I don’t hear of anyone named Fang? Beat like a son? Hahaha, is this how it’s done? Like that?"

Xue Wanshi sneered, his long sword steady and leisurely.

Below the stage.

Yu Zhongge and others cursed angrily.

Fang Che’s gaze turned ice cold.

Jing Shuanggao’s blood spattered through the air, turning Fang Che’s vision into a red sky.

But he didn’t move.

This was Jing Shuanggao’s battle.

Until Jing Shuanggao came down, no one else was allowed to go up.

This was the honor of a Martial Artist.

The head of Tianren Martial Academy called loudly, "Wanshi! Enough is enough!"

Xue Wanshi did not stop, laughing, "Master, I know, I’m just curious how that Fang Che beats me like a son. Let me demonstrate. See, this is how, like beating a son!"

With that, he continued striking Jing Shuanggao, laughing crazily.

Even with the head’s words, he did not stop.

Sitting, Ningxue Sword watched with a cold smile, said casually, "As expected, the descendants of the Xue family are extraordinary. Tianren Martial Academy surely upholds strict school regulations."

The head felt a chill, his face reddening like a monkey’s butt.

If anyone else said it, it would be tolerable, but for Lord Jian to say it, it carried weight.

But Ningxue Sword did nothing.

This was a major academy competition.

Whatever he did would lose poise. For the grand Ningxue Sword to act against a junior from the Xue family?

That would be raising him too high.

Besides, Jing Shuanggao wasn’t in mortal danger.

The one-sided fight continued on stage.

Jing Shuanggao persisted, filled with rage. Today, even if he died, he wouldn’t utter the words of surrender to such a person.

You Xue Wanshi are so arrogant, do you dare to kill me?

Try killing me!

Jing Shuanggao fought desperately.

Blood flowed more and more.

Eventually.

The referee couldn’t bear it, directly announced Tianren Martial Academy’s victory.

By then, Jing Shuanggao was already delirious. He swayed on stage, refusing to go down.

Finally, he was carried off.

Xue Wanshi stood on stage, laughing aloud, "Didn’t intend to be so arrogant, but you all actually have a Boss Fang, who wants to beat us like sons. Ridiculous!"

His expression chilled, solemnly reciting, "Tiandu produces Heavenly People, all directions to fall; One-step Ascension to heaven’s hall, one foot crushes Baiyun!"

After reciting, he laughed, raised his right hand, scanning left and right, "We Tianren Martial Academy are the champions! Number one! Fang Che? Hahahaha, what is that?"

One foot crushes Baiyun!

These five words were the utmost humiliation.

Yu Zhongge’s eyes were about to burst into flames.

About to leave the venue.

The victory was decided, Tianren Martial Academy was indeed number one.

It was an unavoidable fact.

Just then, a voice calmly said, "Fang Che is not some thing, Fang Che is right here."

It was actually Fang Che’s voice.

Immediately, Yu Zhongge, Mo Gan Yun, and others were invigorated, turning excitedly.

Boss Fang really came?

Everyone finally turned their heads.

On the stands, a black-robed youth slowly stood.

Even among thousands, he was still so conspicuous, immediately catching everyone’s eye.

Xue Wanshi looked up at Fang Che, shouted, "You’re Fang Che?"

Fang Che nodded calmly, "Do you have a problem with that?"

Xue Wanshi sneered, "Are you the one who said you could beat us like sons?"

This was naturally not said by Fang Che, but by Mo Gan Yun. But given the situation now, how could Fang Che back down?

With a chilling demeanor, he said, "I didn’t mean Tianren Martial Academy, I meant you, Xue Wanshi. I truly can beat you, like a son! But I’d feel reluctant beating a son; beating you, I’d be more than willing."

"Quite arrogant!"

Xue Wanshi shouted, "As expected of Boss Fang, come on up!"

Fang Che said calmly, "Now that the victory is decided, your Tianren Martial Academy is already the champion, why should I come up? Just to spar with you?"

Xue Wanshi knew there was a trap in this statement, but he dared not respond.

This was the honor of Tianren Martial Academy.

If he dared say, ’Come up, and if you win, the championship is yours,’ then regardless if Fang Che went up or not, whether he won or lost; Xue Wanshi would face the academy’s punishment.

Because he had no right to push the academy’s honor beyond its bounds or decide its outcome!

So Xue Wanshi wisely skipped over this and said, "Coming up simply represents your year’s highest combat power, for us to spar. After I beat your brother like that, can you hold it in?"

"I can’t."

Fang Che gently smiled, "If I, Fang Che, came up to spar with this Lord Xue, I wonder if the leaders are agreeable? Are Tianren Martial Academy’s leaders willing to let me up?"

The leaders of Tianren Martial Academy internally cursed Xue Wanshi’s foolishness.

Winning the championship was enough; why complicate matters?

Now another issue arose.

While they contemplated, an icy voice was heard, "I think a bout would be nice."

It was Ningxue Sword.

Lord Jian spoke.

Immediately, Tianren Martial Academy’s leaders nodded repeatedly, "A duel would indeed be good."

Xue Wanshi laughed, his white clothes like snow, splattered with Jing Shuanggao’s blood like plum blossoms, pointing at Fang Che, "Come up!"

"As you wish!"

Fang Che smiled faintly, stepping forward.

He walked towards the stage.

Under everyone’s gaze.

The black-clad youth, stunningly elegant.

With each step, the dark gold cloak rippled slightly, under the sunshine, golden beams flickered all around.

As if walking out of a starry sky.

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[Cough, monthly ticket...]