Monarch Night
Chapter 50 - 15: You Actually Want to Kill Me!

Chapter 50: Chapter 15: You Actually Want to Kill Me!

Below the stage, a middle-aged man who appeared to be only thirty-five or thirty-six, held his arms, watching Fang Che walk away.

He chuckled softly, "This kid is quite interesting."

Fang Che made his way to the administrative office and handed over his application for off-campus housing.

Inside was a bald old man who looked up in surprise, "Bought a residence near the Martial Arts Academy?"

He glanced down again and immediately said, "Fang Che?"

Looking up, "Mr. Fang from Bibo City?"

Then, "The Righteous Young Master Fang?"

Finally, "No wonder you’re so rich, no wonder, no wonder, approved."

Duang!

A stamp was placed.

Fang Che received the approval, feeling a mix of laughter and tears.

This bald old man’s sarcastic tone had reached quite a formidable level.

But Fang Che wasn’t even angry.

This old man had solid principles; just because he ridiculed Fang Che, he shouldn’t be regarded as an enemy.

Since the matter was settled, let the words be said, who made him the antagonist now?

He nonchalantly made his way back home.

Cultivate for two hours, take a nap, give Ye Mengxun another session, and then it shouldn’t be too late to come back in the afternoon.

Fang Che left.

But the people around the stage were still noisy and bustling.

Cheers echoed from below the stage every now and then when someone’s bet won.

It’s worth mentioning that in this first round of matches, most people bet on the top three or six; there were generally no surprises, yet someone screamed in agony.

This fellow had a tuft of hair on his face and was skinny and shriveled. Because he had lost too much in previous years, he bet on the ninth rank, his lucky number for his birthday, hoping for a cold bet.

But as it turned out, the one ranked ninth was actually not bad in strength, but terribly unlucky, drawing Ding Jie Ran in the first round. With a single move, he was beaten till bloody and rolled off the stage.

So there was one more person crying and bowing everywhere to borrow points, but alas, no one would lend to him.

Wherever he went, people avoided him as if he were a plague.

The tuft of hair stuck out in the crowd, looking quite desolate.

...

Fang Che’s performance sparked a heated discussion.

Many who were holding onto points and watching decided to drop Fang Che and switch to betting on others.

Because although Fang Che won the first match quickly and with bare hands against a bladed weapon, it was clear to everyone that while Fang Che’s strength was quite a bit stronger than Lin Ziqing’s, it still fell short compared to those who won their matches cleanly and efficiently on the stage.

Plus, Fang Che’s victory hinged a lot on psychological factors—his sharp tongue baffled the opponents.

Thus, Fang Che’s support rate clearly dropped.

Of course, there was a group of girls who were fans of good looks, who didn’t care about points and steadfastly placed their bets on Fang Che!

"Win or lose, it’s not important. For such a stunning appearance, it’s worth losing!"

It has to be said, these girls, completely smitten by his looks, were far from being in the minority.

The main attraction was just for fun!

Ah, just for kicks.

What are points? Admirers have plenty!

...

On the stage, the fights continued, and Fang Che’s guess was not wrong.

When he leisurely arrived in the afternoon, they had only reached the forty-fifth pair, with five more to go.

Fang Qingyun was waiting for him with a formidable entourage that had increased significantly from the day before, with several beautiful women added.

"Cousin, why did you leave? I circled around the stage looking for you eight times!"

Fang Qingyun was somewhat annoyed, "This is such an important match for you, and yet you don’t stay to watch the others’ strength? How can you take it so lightly?"

"Isn’t that what you’re for, cousin?"

Fang Che smiled, "You must have recorded all the information for me."

Fang Qingyun snorted and pulled out a piece of paper from his sleeve, "This is a list of all the previous victors. We’ve analyzed them together."

Fang Che took a look and wow!

Very detailed.

Names, ages, weapons, estimated cultivation, combat characteristics, fighting styles, rank of opponent, time of victory. Then in parentheses, suspected hidden strength... and so on...

"Too detailed!"

Just at a glance, Fang Che saw that there were as many as six who won with a single move.

Utterly effortless to the extreme.

And these six were now the ones with the highest support rates!

Huo Churan, Ding Jie Ran, Qiu Yunshang, Xie Gongping, Mo Gan Yun, Ximen Xuri.

"Pretty much as I guessed."

Fang Che looked at the six names.

These six had revealed the least, had the highest support rates, especially Huo Churan and Qiu Yunshang, who both had bets placed on them over twenty thousand!

"How many people are betting on me for the championship now?" asked Fang Che.

"I don’t know the exact number of people, but there are seven thousand three hundred points on you, putting you in seventh place!"

Fang Qingyun sighed.

"Why so many?"

"That’s all for your good looks." One girl with big eyes said smilingly, "I bet eighteen points on you. What can I do? My cousin is handsome."

"..."

Fang Che was at a loss for words. He thought his support rate had already dipped, yet it was still so solid.

It goes to show, this world’s obsession with appearances is incurable.

"It looks like I need to keep a lower profile and complete Huang Yifan’s mission first, focusing on tricking people."

Fang Che made up his mind, "Winning is enough. What comes after... we’ll see."

The fourth round concluded.

Fifty people advanced.

It was time to draw lots again.

Fang Che was still number one, the first to draw.

Upon looking at what he had drawn,

he couldn’t help but pause.

His target came up so early: Ximen Xuri!

Fang Che immediately remembered the keywords: Hidden Weapon, Crimson Blood Snake!

But the data given to him by Sun Yuan indicated that his opponent was an Eighth Grade Samurai.

However, he no longer believed it; if indeed he was just an Eighth Grade Samurai, it would have been impossible to kill so many demon beasts and seize points to reach the seventh rank among so many competitors!

This kid must be another sly one!

The two stood opposite each other on the stage.

"Fellow disciple Fang," Ximen Xuri, clad in white, looked quite handsome with fair skin, a tall figure, neither fat nor skinny, and a decent demeanor.

Though his face was a bit long, it wasn’t quite a horse face, at most a donkey face.

He clearly knew how to hide his weaknesses, slightly tucking in his chin and nodding gracefully, "I’m rather surprised to encounter you in this round. I am sorry that in a true battle like this, there really is no clever way to win."

His words obviously mocked Fang Che for winning first place by being cunning.

Fang Che responded with a warm smile, "Fellow disciple Ximen speaks the truth, no wonder you’ve achieved such a high ranking of seventh, your strength is indeed extraordinary."

Ximen Xuri’s face gradually turned somber as he said flatly, "Fang Che, does your name mean thoroughly defeated?"

Fang Che smiled faintly, hands behind his back, with a condescending gaze, he lightly said, "Fellow disciple Ximen, I’ve studied various subjects and have some research in interpreting literature and words. Your name is not very auspicious."

Ximen Xuri: "Oh?"

"Since ancient times the sun has risen from the Dongfang, how can there be a sunrise at Ximen? Your name reverses the order of the Five Elements and will surely bring divine punishment."

Fang Che offered kindly: "Perhaps you should change your name, what do you think?"

Ximen Xuri’s face went cold, "With me present, wherever I am, that will be where the sun rises in the east!"

Fang Che smiled lightly, "I’m afraid your western sunrise will be thoroughly defeated when it meets me."

The conversation was over.

But from the moment they stepped onto the stage, both felt they were not kindred spirits.

The hostility between them was palpable.

Neither gained an advantage through verbal attacks, both firmly holding their ground.

Since they couldn’t tear open a mental gap in the other as a breakthrough, they would have to let their abilities speak.

Ximen Xuri flicked his sleeves, his pale palm revealed as he smoothly took a seven-meter sliding step as if on ice and struck with his palm!

Fang Che took half a step back with one foot and then pushed off, stepping back into place, his black robe fluttering.

At the instant when the starlight faintly shimmered, he had already crossed two zhang and threw out his right palm as well.

Boom!

The palms of the two met, causing a muffled sound.

Both in black robes and white garments, drifted back at the same time, each retreating three steps.

The two referees on the stage glanced at each other, admiration in their eyes.

Both had deliberately held back in this palm strike to gauge each other’s strength. But the key was that neither had given their all!

Fang Che had used the strength of a warrior at the Ninth Layer Peak, while Ximen Xuri had used the strength of a First Grade Martial Master.

To the onlookers, it appeared to be a draw.

Ximen Xuri’s expression darkened.

His body spun, creating a small whirlwind on the spot, turning into a blur as he circled Fang Che, assaulting him like a storm.

Fang Che remained steady and focused, not overreaching, only ratcheting up his cultivation to the First Level Realm of a Martial Master, parrying each move, 30% attack and 70% defense.

In an instant, the stage was a whirl of black and white, indistinguishable from each other, as if a Tai Chi symbol of half black and half white had suddenly appeared.

Ximen Xuri held the advantage with an aggressive seven-layer offense. But he felt increasingly heavy-hearted.

He couldn’t break through his opponent’s defense.

Fang Che’s defense was flawless, and with every clash, Ximen Xuri could feel the recoil, making him feel even heavier.

The opponent’s cultivation was definitely above his own!

Despite holding the apparent upper hand, he knew he would lose if the fight went on like this, especially if Fang Che counterattacked.

Only Ximen Xuri, in the thick of the fight, understood that he was truly at a disadvantage despite what others saw!

I must win! I can’t let this kid play the fool and steal victory!

He was determined.

A white flash, an aerial somersault, his white garment unfurling like a white crane, with a flip, three cold glints shot out.

His hidden weapon skills were his rearguard technique.

"Hit!"

He threw the hidden weapon and shouted as a warning.

The two referees shook their heads in disappointment, already having a nine-tenths adverse opinion of Ximen Xuri’s character, but were ready to rescue Fang Che.

Fang Che seemed to be caught off-guard, dodging in panic, narrowly avoiding the strike.

But there were seven more cold glints followed by three barely visible dark light beams.

One aimed at the forehead, one at the Dantian, and one at the heart.

Mother and Child Soul Stealing.

Anger flashed in the referees’ eyes.

This was a killing move!

It was just a student competition, with no enmity, and yet a killing move emerged!

Fang Che flipped sideways, drawing his sword with a ’whoosh’ as if consumed by uncontainable fury.

Ting ting, two Three-Pointed Nails were knocked away; his body shook and he suddenly burst through the gap created by the hidden weapons.

His sword’s brilliance burst forth as if a sun had appeared on the stage, dazzling and blinding.

"Despicable!"

Fang Che roared, righteous indignation written all over his face, and on the stage, blood splattered!

Ximen Xuri screamed in agony as an arm connected to half a shoulder fell to the ground.

Fang Che already had his sword pressed against Ximen Xuri’s throat, seemingly unable to control his rage, his arm trembling, he bellowed, "It’s just a student martial competition, and yet you try to kill me!"

The severed arm on the ground was stamped on by Fang Che right where the wound was, causing the flesh to burst apart; the pallid hand spread open, revealing a handful of steel needles clasped in the palm!

The whole venue went silent!

Fang Che on the stage, his body trembling slightly, was full of aggrieved anger.

As if he had suffered an unparalleled injustice.

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