Monarch Night
Chapter 53 - 18: In presence, I remain silent, none dare speak amongst heroes.

Chapter 53: Chapter 18: In presence, I remain silent, none dare speak amongst heroes.

Fang Che withdrew Mo Gan Yun, giving Qiu Yunshang and the others a sigh of relief.

In their individual assessments, Fang Che was one thing, but this Mo Gan Yun was absolutely a powerful roadblock on the path to the championship!

Side by side, the two men stepped onto the stage step by step.

Fang Che from the left, with his elegant demeanor and large cloak billowing, as if strolling through the clouds.

Mo Gan Yun from the opposite right side, moving with the power and grace of a dragon or tiger, his cloak undulating like a moving mountain range.

One was ethereal, the other solid.

They were the very embodiment of two opposing temperaments!

Fang Che gazed at him and sighed internally.

This Mo Gan Yun had upstanding eyes.

After meeting many people, one understands that those with upstanding eyes, even if they’re a bit bad, can’t be all that bad.

At a glance, Fang Che concluded: this should be one of his own kind—belonging to the Guardians.

Mo Gan Yun felt the same way, sensing a strange sense of agreement with Fang Che opposite him.

Both men were struck by the subtle feeling of ’not wanting to be each other’s adversary’.

In front of tens of thousands of onlookers, the two men locked eyes for three seconds.

Then they both sighed simultaneously.

The spectators were puzzled: "???"

What’s going on here?

You two step up and don’t fight, but sigh at each other?

Are you there to perform a play?

...

"Classmate Mo."

Fang Che smiled warmly, "I’ve long admired your reputation."

Mo Gan Yun, with his sharply defined features, cracked a slight smile: "Admired for a long time."

"Brother Mo’s name is quite interesting," said Fang Che.

Mo Gan Yun laughed heartily, "When my old man named me, he said his greatest hope was that one day, no matter where I was, before I opened my mouth, none of the heroes in the world would dare to speak!"

Fang Che laughed, "I guessed as much. It couldn’t possibly mean you wouldn’t dare to speak yourself, haha."

Mo Gan Yun smiled, "It’s just that now I don’t quite live up to my name. Others still say whatever they want in front of me."

Fang Che sincerely said, "One day, you will get there. By then, wherever Brother Mo is, as long as you remain silent, none of the heroes will dare to speak!"

Mo Gan Yun laughed loudly, "Thanks! Mr. Fang, how shall we play this?"

Fang Che replied carefreely, "Seeing Brother Mo, I’ve already made some calculations; how does Brother Mo wish to fight? Feel free to share, and we’ll see if it matches what I’ve thought?"

Mo Gan Yun smiled genuinely, "Since that’s the case, how about we compare our Fist Techniques?"

Fang Che clapped his hands and roared with laughter, "Exactly my thoughts!"

Mo Gan Yun also laughed heartily, suddenly feeling in high spirits.

Interactions between people are strange.

Some people you just click with at first glance.

And the ones you didn’t click with at first—the longer you look at them, the more they confirm your judgment: I wasn’t wrong about this person!

—He’s still so annoying, and it’s only getting worse!

Both men wore black cloaks.

They exchanged smiles and simultaneously cast away their large cloaks.

Onstage, two agile young men suddenly appeared.

Both long-limbed, with broad shoulders and straight backs, their muscular arms and legs showing perfect proportions.

Except Mo Gan Yun was a size larger.

One was refined and elegant as if a scholar in the breeze, the other exuded a strong masculine essence, rugged as an ancient mountain range.

"Please!"

"Please!"

The next moment, they transformed into two hunting cheetahs dashing through the forest!

A single movement and two shadows clashed, followed by a thunderous boom.

Mo Gan Yun staggered backward seven steps, while Fang Che, with arms spread, retreated like a large bird flying back two zhang.

The instant his toes touched the ground, Fang Che twirled his body and, with a roll, turned into a whirling cyclone, charging towards Mo Gan Yun with unwavering stature.

Both fists struck out!

Mo Gan Yun took a step back, his body slightly bent, like a hunting tiger poised before striking, and as Fang Che approached, he twisted his body and threw both fists.

It was the most basic, yet fiercest move in Fist Technique.

Fierce Tiger Leaves the Mountain!

With a muffled boom, their four fists collided harshly, and the two parted ways again.

"Good!"

Fang Che advanced three steps, lowered his stance, and his right fist burst forth like a tempest.

"Thrilling!"

Mo Gan Yun adopted the same pose, his fists as large as bowls thundering towards his opponent.

Their fists collided once more.

Both men swayed slightly before retracting their fists and striking forth again.

The pace accelerated.

The stage echoed with relentless thuds of impact.

No strikes elsewhere, only a constant exchange of blows!

All the spectators below nearly lost their eyeballs.

Competing in martial arts was no surprise.

But this kind of head-on challenge was truly astounding.

If the robust Mo Gan Yun chose this confrontational style, nobody would be surprised.

But no one had expected that the seemingly delicate and elegant Fang Che would choose such a head-to-head combat method!

Not giving an inch!

The contrast provided a sense of disconnect.

Yet, it was filled with a surge of adrenaline!

Their four fists clashed without rest on the platform, like blacksmiths hammering iron.

After five hundred continuous punches, neither man showed any sign of backing down.

Then they both shouted simultaneously and retreated, then flipped back to their feet again.

Almost the same movement: one leg braced against the ground while the other leg swung out fiercely.

No longer clashing fists, but legs.

Two long, slender legs kicked at each other boisterously in the ring!

When their shins collided, it was like two steel pipes constantly smashing into each other!

Every onlooker felt a sour sensation in their teeth.

Although it was just two people fighting, and they were low-level martial artists by comparison, the intensity made the audience feel as though they were witnessing something extremely fierce.

As if two stars were colliding!

Sparks flew in all directions!

"Doesn’t that hurt when they collide like that?"

Both the male and female spectators felt the urge to rub their own legs.

Without a doubt, just by watching, their legs felt sore and painful.

"My cousin is so tough!"

Several girls opened their mouths wide, their eyes rounded in shock, their hearts trembling with awe.

As the fight progressed on stage, their hearts thumped uncontrollably.

"So manly! So manly!"

Several boys opened their mouths wide, their teeth hissing, "That leg... is it going to break?"

It was like two tyrannosaurus rexes ramming into each other wildly on the stage.

Under the stage, Ding Jie Ran, Qiu Yunshang, Huo Churan, and Xie Gongping all watched the barbaric fight with twitching corners of their mouths.

A thought naturally arose in their hearts, ’Thank God it’s not me up there in that ring.’

Such opponents, indeed, no one wanted to encounter!

Each was fearless and tough! No tricks, just brute force!

And yet, they were capable of withstanding it!

Putting themselves in their shoes... Huo Churan couldn’t help but shiver in his calves, feeling as if his legs were already broken.

Qiu Yunshang was blankly staring, his mouth twitching uncontrollably, his legs moving instinctively, feeling parched.

Even the two instructing judges on stage were dazed, baring their teeth in grimaces.

Imagining themselves in such a kicking match against an opponent of equal rank, they couldn’t help the sour feeling in their teeth and moved their legs subtlety, swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

In fights, whether at the Martial Arts Academy or elsewhere, such an intense and explosive situation was rare to come by.

...

Boom Boom Boom...

The two clashed for more than three hundred kicks, then roared in unison.

Without prior arrangement, they flipped back and retreated.

They quickly approached each other again, swinging their left legs in place of their right, colliding fiercely once more.

Boom Boom Boom...

Under the stage, a group of onlookers counted out loud.

"Three hundred seventy-eight! Three hundred seventy-nine!..."

Gradually, tens of thousands of people joined in the counting aloud, "Four hundred fifty-one... four hundred fifty-seven..."

The ground shook as if trembling.

Although everyone was there for the excitement, they couldn’t help but express admiration in their eyes while shouting the counts.

These two fighters had almost won the approval of the entire academy with this battle.

Setting aside their cultivation levels for a moment, such a manly way of fighting was truly rare.

This was not a feint but a direct collision.

Everyone was a martial artist; how could they not understand the feeling? A typical person wouldn’t last beyond a dozen or so continuous collisions before having to change tactics.

Unbearable.

An idea couldn’t help but arise: If one were on the battlefield with these two as comrades, it would be extremely reassuring. — This was a martial artist’s intuition: people who can fight like this are no cowards!

The thundering sounds on the stage continued, and the crowd shouted louder and louder.

They kept shouting until they reached seven hundred sixty-three!

Then, the two on the stage simultaneously roared and leaped back!

Their retreat took them quite far.

Each made it to the edge of the stage.

Fang Che staggered a bit, but then stood firm.

On the other side, Mo Gan Yun also staggered, his right leg giving out, falling to his knees on the ground, then immediately springing up to stand firm.

The two men faced each other, clenching their teeth and smiling.

Fang Che’s smile was exceptionally gentle and warm, "Enjoy yourself?"

Seeing this gentle smile, everyone felt a strong sense of dissonance. Was this gentle, smiling, and amiable man really the same one who had just fought like a ferocious King Kong?

"Enjoyed it!"

Mo Gan Yun laughed heartily with the ambitious spirit of a young man dominating the winds and clouds.

As his laughter subsided, he turned to the judges and said straightforwardly, "I lost!"

"You lost?" Fang Che was surprised.

Everyone else was also puzzled, "Where did you lose?"

It was obviously a tie, wasn’t it?

Mo Gan Yun said, "I lost, that’s that. No shame in admitting it. I know how much effort I’ve put into my fighting skills. But you... definitely not the same as me. Also..."

Mo Gan Yun laughed heartily, "If we keep fighting, neither of us will win the championship. If we can’t have it, we shouldn’t let others benefit, so, I’m conserving some energy for you."

Fang Che sincerely smiled, "I didn’t realize you were so cunning."

"Of course!"

Mo Gan Yun laughed, "Besides, I still have to learn from you later. I can’t afford to offend you now!"

His words held a deeper meaning.

Fang Che’s eyes twinkled, immediately understanding. He admired the other’s foresight and said, "Alright!"

He didn’t offer any false modesty.

Mo Gan Yun’s eyes lit up, not the least bit upset, and looked forward eagerly, "You promise?"

"A promise is a promise!"

Mo Gan Yun laughed heartily and jumped off the stage. Almost losing his balance as he landed, he let out a stifled groan. Immediately after getting off, he rolled up his trouser leg to reveal a leg covered in bruises and swelling, with some areas so swollen that the skin had split and was bleeding. Grimacing in pain, he rubbed vigorously, "It hurts like hell... damn it! You’re truly tough, too tough!"

"Fang Che, you’re really a beast... This is the first time I’ve ever come across someone as tough as you in all these years."

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