Monarch Night
Chapter 86 - 49 Add Fuel to the Fire

Chapter 86: Chapter 49 Add Fuel to the Fire

Ye Meng’s hands seemed to go weak as she picked up her tools and continued to tremble.

Blood still flowed incessantly from the dead man’s neck...

Fang Che snapped a command, and only then did Ye Meng jolt and began to work.

Drenched in sweat.

Ye Meng’s display was partly an act at this moment, but there was also a hint of truth in it; she had killed before, but it was in battle, and she never dealt with the aftermath.

When had she ever been so close to a corpse?

This was unprecedented for her, the slow pace of digging a grave was infuriating.

Fang Che sighed. It seemed the girl was getting carried away with her performance.

He grabbed a shovel and began to help.

Dirt flew as Fang Che expertly dug a hole large enough to accommodate three bodies, about ten feet deep.

With a kick for each, he threw the corpses into the pit and sprinkled in some medicated powder he had exchanged for at the Martial Arts Academy.

As it landed on the bodies, they visibly shriveled.

Then Fang Che quickly refilled the grave.

He leveled the ground and stomped on it firmly, hopping up and down on it a few times.

Satisfied, he stopped.

"Tomorrow, go buy some Spirit Fruit Trees."

Fang Che instructed Ye Meng, "Plant them next to this. If there are more corpses in the future, bury them here."

Ye Meng’s face turned pale, "Ah?"

"Ah what?"

Fang Che said, "Martial Artists spend a long time refining their bodies, which become full of Spiritual Energy. After death, the Energy slowly dissipates. Planting a few Spirit Fruit Trees here will definitely ensure they thrive."

Ye Meng felt an urge to vomit.

"When the Spirit Fruits mature, I’ll have you eat them every day," Fang Che said. "They’re fragrant and sweet."

"Ugh..."

As Ye Meng visualized that scene, she finally threw up.

On both sides,

Qian Sanjiang and Fan Tiantiao were unaware of each other’s presence, but they both spat out in their minds at the same time: Born a little demon!

All clear.

On Fan Tiantiao’s side, the team withdrew and everyone rested.

Qian Sanjiang, however, silently disappeared.

Come again tomorrow.

Early in the morning.

Fang Che carried a bag containing three boxes.

With a stony-faced expression and an aura of icy killing intent, he walked towards the Martial Arts Academy.

Huo Churan needed further stoking.

As Fang Che walked along,

drips of blood fell continuously from the bottom of the bag.

He didn’t go to his own class.

Instead, he went straight to Huo Churan’s Class Eleven.

A knock at the door.

An instructor was giving a lesson.

"Fang Che, what brings you here at this hour?"

"Instructor, excuse me, I need to speak with Huo Churan."

"What’s there to ask?"

The instructor frowned.

Fang Che’s face was pale.

He untied the bag and laid out the three boxes, opening each one.

Suddenly, three hideous severed heads were revealed.

At the same time, clang clang clang, three Identity Jade Tokens with flame insignias were tossed in front of Huo Churan.

Fang Che stared at Huo Churan, speaking indifferently, "Huo Churan, are these people from your Huo Family?"

Huo Churan stood up abruptly, his face turning deathly pale.

His eyes glazed over.

The instructor understood immediately and couldn’t help but glare furiously at Huo Churan.

The class erupted in turmoil.

Various complex glances were directed at Fang Che and Huo Churan.

"Huo Churan."

Fang Che’s voice was calm, but it carried the tremor of a volcano on the verge of eruption.

Everyone felt an inexplicable pressure.

Fang Che’s voice was unhurried, his words slow, but each syllable was crystal clear.

"We’re classmates, and despite the occasional friction, what of it? How many times have I ever tried to assassinate you?"

"Would you actually send members of your family to kill me over a trivial school rivalry? They came in the dead of night, merciless in their attempt! If it weren’t for a relative of mine who happened to visit me, where would I be now?"

Fang Che’s voice rang out with righteous indignation, "Why would you do this?!"

Fang Che was crafty; this time, he positioned himself on the moral high ground.

Silence fell!

Huo Churan stood there dazed, his mind blank.

Among the three dead was Huo Churan’s uncle.

The other two were also important figures in the Huo Family.

The Huo Family, as an Eighth level Family, had a much deeper foundation than Fang Che’s Ninth level Family. However, the loss of three Little Grandmasters was a tremendous cost.

A raging fire burned within Huo Churan’s heart as well.

He wanted to retort: Why do you ask?

Your incessant bullying and humiliation, a fight a day, in full view of everyone, coupled with insults, why do you ask?

But it was as if his throat was blocked.

Looking at the three heads on the floor, his mind went blank, and he could not utter a word.

Tears streamed down his face.

But those around him couldn’t empathize, only puzzled and indignant.

Had Huo Churan truly sent someone to assassinate Fang Che?

Martial Arts Academy students are accustomed to fights, being beaten and battered; isn’t it a daily occurrence?

Someone spoke up, "Huo Churan, how could you hire someone to assassinate Fang Che? It’s true that Fang Che beat you and bullied you. If you were capable, no one would blame you for fighting back in the future—this is the Martial Arts Academy, after all. But to hire someone to kill him? Isn’t that going too far?"

Another person said, "Besides, initially, Fang Che sincerely wanted to be friends with you. It was you who flatly refused in front of tens of thousands of people, showing utter disdain. Who humiliated whom first? We are all young people here. You want face; does that mean others don’t want face? And you actually hired someone to kill him?"

"So if a fellow student injures you during a spar, are you going to hire someone to kill us too?"

A student said with contempt, "I look down on you!"

"Exactly, exactly."

Everyone echoed in agreement.

Such actions from Huo Churan had undoubtedly provoked public outrage because the Martial Arts Academy is a place for combat, where students are constantly sparring with one another.

And you hire an assassin after you get beaten?

Hearing this kind of talk, Huo Churan erupted like a volcano.

He wanted to argue that one shouldn’t preach benevolence without having suffered as others have.

Do you understand my feelings?

Have you faced such humiliation?

But as anger surged within him, he instinctively felt, "Are you garbage even worthy?"

Seeing me get beaten, you all gang up on me?

The one who died was from my family, not yours!

Feeling wronged, furious, suffocated, and heartbroken, Huo Churan’s emotions exploded. His face turned sanguine as he turned his head and roared, "Injured during a spar? Are you even worthy?!"

This statement truly incited everyone’s anger.

A student said with disdain, "Yes, yes, yes, we are not worthy, only Fang Che is. So you hire someone to kill him?"

Huo Churan was panting heavily, grinding his teeth.

His nature was already violent and everyone in his family indulged him because of his talent. Even the Demon Sect, like the San Sheng Sect, valued his potential, choosing him as a seed.

He had become increasingly contemptuous of everything.

But after entering the Martial Arts Academy and encountering Fang Che, he had suffered one heavy blow after another. His mental state had already fallen apart, and now, seeing the heads of three relatives chopped off and placed before him, he couldn’t hold back any longer.

Now, he had only two words in mind: Revenge!

His eyes lifted from the heads on the ground, bloodshot as he looked at Fang Che, clenching his teeth and hissing through clenched teeth, "Fang Che! Fang, this is a blood feud!"

"You should think about how this blood feud came to be!"

Fang Che met Huo Churan’s gaze with a mocking smile and scorned, "Your family sent people to kill me, and if I let you kill me without fighting back, then there wouldn’t be a blood feud, right? Huo Churan, is there something wrong with your brain?"

Huo Churan howled to the heavens, his pent-up rage erupting completely, "From this day forth, it’s a fight to the death between you and me!"

"A fight to the death? Haha... What a great classmate you are."

Fang Che clearly didn’t want to end it like this either, "You hired people to kill me; I never intended to let you off!"

His face showing grief and anger, he turned to the instructor and said, "My apologies, respected instructor, but today... I will take liberties during your class."

The instructor had a complex expression, sighing softly.

Without a word, he turned and left the room.

He left the classroom to Fang Che.

If such a midnight assassination couldn’t let Fang Che vent his anger, then where was justice?

Martial Arts Academy, established by martial prowess.

And by leaving without a word, the instructor was actually telling Fang Che.

No killing!

Fang Che took a deep breath and rolled up his sleeves.

Narrowing his eyes, he said word by word, "Huo Churan, don’t you want revenge?"

With that, he kicked the head on the ground with the tip of his foot, causing it to roll, suddenly facing upward to reveal the face, a visage of deathly pallor.

The lifeless eyes of a dead fish stared vacantly into space.

Fang Che pushed the head with his foot and said indifferently, "Looks like a ball."

Huo Churan’s eyes caught sight of his uncle’s face, and then Fang Che’s foot, carelessly flicking his uncle’s head as if it were a ball.

His body trembled, and he slowly raised his head, putting so much force into it that his neck made a cracking sound. His eyes, like those of a starving wolf, fixed on Fang Che as a muffled roar escaped his mouth.

"Fang Che!"

With a roar, he charged forward.

At the same time,

Fang Che, too, had eagerly rushed forward like a starved wolf.

With a boom, the two collided.

Like two ravenous beasts, they were frantically tearing at each other.

Bang bang.

Bang bang bang bang...

"Executioner! Murderer! Fang Che, you heartless creature..."

Huo Churan raged, attacking.

Fang Che responded to each move, steady and sure, and after three moves, he had Huo Churan suppressed.

Huo Churan’s roar turned into a curse, "You will not die a good death!"

"I must kill you!"

"Kill you!"

"Kill you aaargh!!"

With a thud, Fang Che’s heavy fist smashed down on Huo Churan’s nose, and with a crack, Huo Churan’s nose collapsed once again...

From that moment, Fang Che entered berserk mode, Huo Churan was completely dominated.

Fang Che’s fists, like hammers shattering the heavens, kept falling on his body, face, head.

Huo Churan’s screams and curses rose amid the fierce pounding.

And Fang Che’s cold and mocking insults also clearly entered the ears.

"Spar with a classmate, and if you can’t win, you try assassination!"

"You are really ’capable’."

"You really have a ’brilliant’ mind!"

"You have the cheek to show your face!"

"Son of a bitch!"

"Bastard raised by a bitch!"

"Bang bang bang bang..."

Fang Che cursed as he fought, punching with relish, and cursing bloodily.

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