Monarch Night
Chapter 81 - 44: Is it not good to be friends?

Chapter 81: Chapter 44: Is it not good to be friends?

The conflict had finally reached Huo Churan.

Huo Churan slammed down his chopsticks and sat upright, his gaze like cold electricity, "Fang Che, are you here to pick a fight?"

"None of your damn business!"

Fang Che replied unapologetically, "I’m just chatting with a fellow villager, what are you? Do you have a right to speak?"

Breathing heavily, Huo Churan slammed the table and stood up, "Are you looking for a fight?"

"You think you can beat me? It’s laughable to talk about fighting in my presence."

Fang Che looked at him with disdain, "Healed from the last beating?"

Those words were a killer.

Huo Churan gasped for breath, his eyes blazing, fists clenched tightly.

Fang Che ignored him and turned around, and with a smack, he slapped Wei Zihao, "What, hanging out with Huo Churan and you don’t recognize your fellow villager anymore? You backstabbing robber!"

Wei Zihao’s face turned pale.

The others had complex expressions that showed understanding.

Backstabbing robber?

There was something in Fang Che’s words.

"Fang Che, don’t slander!"

"Slander? Who ambushed and robbed me in front of the forest last time? Which bastard was it?"

Fang Che snorted, "Wei Zihao, just say, ’The person who ordered the robbery outside the dense forest last time, his whole family is bastard turtle sons!’ Say this, and I’ll let you go today!"

How could Wei Zihao curse himself as a bastard.

His eyes blazing, he retorted, "Fang Che, you’re being completely unreasonable, have you had enough?"

"Not enough! You say I’m being unreasonable, why can’t you say those words?"

Fang Che stared coldly at him, "Go on, say it, and you’ll be clear of suspicion. Cursing such a despicable person as a bastard, his father wearing a green hat, is that so hard?"

Wei Zihao wouldn’t say it.

"You actually dare not say it!"

Fang Che kicked him.

With a boom.

Wei Zihao was kicked flying, hitting Huo Churan’s table.

The angle was just right.

Huo Churan’s meal flew up.

No one expected Fang Che to start a fight in the dining hall; unprepared, the soup splashed all over Huo Churan.

Leaves clung to Huo Churan’s head, soup dripping down his chest.

With a slap, a piece of Demon Beast Meat fell from his hair to the ground.

"You!"

Huo Churan stood up furiously.

He was already hot-tempered, and now he couldn’t hold it any longer.

Just then, a ladle flew out of the kitchen, hitting the table with a clang, and a voice said, "The dining hall is for eating, settle your grudges outside."

Everyone understood from this sentence, Wei Zihao’s affair was definitely true.

Fang Che hadn’t lied.

Fang Che’s troublemaking was fully justified.

And as for Huo Churan, everyone had seen the platform competition before. It was clear to all!

The conflict had finally erupted.

"I’m done!"

Huo Churan wiped his mouth, staring fiercely at Fang Che, "Outside?"

"You’re done eating? Then leave."

Fang Che gracefully sat next to Mo Gan Yun, facing the freshly served meal, "I haven’t finished eating yet. Huo Churan, the dining hall is for eating, how come you don’t understand the rules? What kind of manners do you have?"

Huo Churan and Wei Zihao were so angry their hair stood on end, their faces turning ashen, staring venomously at Fang Che, wishing they could swallow him whole, chew him up, and immediately get diarrhea.

Huo Churan huffed angrily, then huffed again, unable to hold back.

Mo Gan Yun, like a tower, immediately stood up and cursed, "Huffing what? Is there something wrong with your nose? Are you giving me attitude?!"

Fang Che had just thoroughly enjoyed hitting and berating, and Mo Gan Yun was extremely envious.

This was truly imperious; compared to Fang Che, Mo Gan Yun felt his privileged background was nothing.

He only regretted not having a reason to join in; damn it, why hadn’t Wei Zihao robbed me?

Why hadn’t Huo Churan fought with me?

Now someone dares to huff in front of me?

He finally caught a reason.

Naturally, he couldn’t wait to stand up. If Huo Churan dared to say any word, Mo Gan Yun would burst forth, smoothly inserting himself into the excitement.

But Huo Churan didn’t bother with him and left the dining hall with a grim face.

Mo Gan Yun fumed, "Why aren’t you speaking? You dare huff at me... shit... why are you walking away so fast?"

Huo Churan and Wei Zihao had already walked far.

Mo Gan Yun felt extremely frustrated.

Why didn’t they yell at me?

Mo Gan Yun panted heavily, relieved at not getting into trouble, but he felt even angrier than Huo Churan.

"Let it go, let’s eat."

Fang Che pulled Mo Gan Yun to sit down.

Mo Gan Yun, face red with anger, sat down, grabbed a big bone, and snapped it in half with a crunch, "This is infuriating!"

The others watched Fang Che with some surprise, was that it?

How could it end like this?

Fang Che had deliberately caused such a conflict, how could it just end like that?

But, the Martial Arts Academy’s rules were correct; the dining hall was for eating.

Both ate like a whirlwind.

After lunch.

Everyone returned to their classrooms for cultivation, which was also a tradition at the Martial Arts Academy: the classrooms had Arrays that extracted Spirit Crystal Spiritual Energy for cultivators below the level of Grandmaster to absorb for their own use.

Every moment of cultivation was a moment to increase one’s strength.

So no one missed such an opportunity.

But Fang Che only cultivated for half an hour before standing up and walking out.

Mo Gan Yun, sitting cross-legged, watched Fang Che’s retreating figure, rolled his eyes, and also stood up, following eagerly.

All the way searching.

Eventually, they reached class 11.

Huo Churan and Wei Zihao were in this class.

At this time segment, it was the nap period, and instructors were generally not present.

Reaching the doorway.

Fang Che did not hesitate.

He simply lifted his foot.

"Boom!"

A kick swung the door open.

A loud blast.

Inside, a hundred people turned their heads all at once.

Fang Che stood at the doorway, calm and composed, "I’m here for two people, Wei Zihao and Huo Churan, are they here?"

The incident in the cafeteria had naturally spread far and wide by this point.

All one hundred faces inside wore complex expressions.

They never expected Fang Che to burst in so arrogantly.

They couldn’t help but recall the day of the big competition, Fang Che’s public vow: "Each time I see you, I’ll beat you. Even if I don’t see you, I’ll still come find you and beat you!"

Was this his way of... validating that vow?

Sitting among his classmates, Wei Zihao’s complexion stood out even more starkly.

The doubts within Fang Che’s heart deepened further.

Although he didn’t know the reason, it seemed there was a chance to fight.

There was an old grudge.

Beat him until he couldn’t take it anymore; Wei Zihao would definitely reveal whatever trump cards he had, and then analyze later—Fang Che was quite satisfied with his own method.

From this, an idea extended: In the future at the Martial Arts Academy, he should offend more people.

For no other reason than, it gave a perfect excuse for a fight: We have a grudge!

"Wei Zihao!"

Fang Che stood at the doorway pointing arrogantly, "And Huo Churan, if you’re men, then come out!"

Of course, Wei Zihao wouldn’t come out.

Coming out would mean getting beaten, and Wei Zihao wasn’t that foolish. He just sat there motionless with his head lowered.

But Fang Che wasn’t really targeting him. Wei Zihao could keep playing the tortoise all he wanted—after all, they had five more years together.

Opportunities would be plentiful.

But Huo Churan, already fiery-eyed, stood up and walked out aggressively.

"Fang Che! Today I’m going to beat you to death!"

Huo Churan roared.

Fang Che just stood in the doorway, watching Huo Churan approach without moving aside.

Huo Churan roared again, throwing a punch.

Fang Che blocked it.

A palm strike followed.

Blocked.

An elbow strike.

Blocked.

Eye gouge, blocked

A knee bump.

Blocked again!

Right in the doorway, a sudden whirlwind burst forth.

Their movements were rapid; in the blink of an eye, they only appeared as a blur too fast to see clearly.

Everyone there had sharp eyes, each sucking in a breath of cold air—the clash between these two, though right at the entrance of the classroom and using only fists and feet, being careful not to damage anything,

Yet the speed and ferocity were absolutely breathtaking.

Among their peers, few could withstand a round of combat like this.

A smack sounded.

It seemed as if someone had received a slap.

Then Huo Churan’s angry roar could be heard.

And then another smack.

Then a rapid succession of these smacking sounds erupted.

Huo Churan’s roars followed one after the other.

Tiny specks of red sprayed out, splattering on a student’s face in the front row; touching it, his hand came away blood-red.

"It’s blood!"

Someone exclaimed.

After a series of blows and blocks,

A thud.

Huo Churan staggered backward, while Fang Che’s body rolled upward into the air, leaning forward, one leg bent, knee dropping like a falling star, smashing into Huo Churan’s chest as he retreated.

Boom!

Huo Churan flew straight up, slamming into the wall with a bang, shaking the whole building slightly.

Huo Churan rebounded back, crashing to the floor, his hair suddenly disheveled.

He groaned twice, wobbling to his feet, allowing everyone to see his eyes already blackened, his nose flattened, his cheeks swollen, his lips split open.

Thick blood oozed from the corners of his eyes, mouth, nose, and ears.

Classroom silence!

Beaten this badly?

Huo Churan, eyes bloodshot, glared at Fang Che and suddenly charged again.

This time everyone saw clearly.

Fang Che stood at the doorway, not moving, stretching out a fist, deflecting Huo Churan’s punch, then another hand smacked Huo Churan’s face, whipping his head sharply to the side.

Blood spewed from his mouth in an arc.

Fang Che had already grabbed his collar, raised his right leg, blocking Huo Churan’s knee bump.

One punch to the face.

Another punch.

And another!

One hand held Huo Churan in the air, like picking up a torn sack, while the other hand pummeled his face.

Bang!

Bang, bang, bang!

The whole class’s hearts pounded with each deafening sound.

Too brutal?

"Fang Che!"

The class monitor stepped forward, "Even if there’s a personal grudge, if you keep hitting him, he’s going to die."

Fang Che stopped his hand, letting go.

Huo Churan fell to the ground like a rag doll, eyes fiercely glaring at Fang Che, his swollen eyes gleaming with a malicious light.

Fang Che looked down, towering over Huo Churan, frowning, "Tell me, you’re not even good at fighting, why provoke me? Beating you up makes you feel better? Scum!"

Spit.

A glob of spit landed on Huo Churan’s mouth.

Fang Che said, "Don’t provoke me again in the future. Can’t we just be friends?"

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