Monarch Night
Chapter 87 - 50 Unique Personality

Chapter 87: Chapter 50 Unique Personality

No one intervened!

Everyone just stood by.

Just as Fang Che had said, classmates were sparring, and you sent an assassin to kill?

What despicable character!

Huo Churan was knocked down soon after. Yet Fang Che did not stop, he continued to fiercely beat him.

But he knew very well, no matter how much he hit him, he couldn’t kill Huo Churan in the Martial Arts Academy; there were still things to follow after all!

So, he only targeted the most painful and uncomfortable areas to strike.

When Fang Che finally stopped, Huo Churan was already lying on the ground, limp like mud.

Fang Che stood up, looking at the hateful gaze from Huo Churan on the ground, and suddenly got angry again.

He picked up a head from the ground and smashed it onto Huo Churan’s head with a slap.

Bang!

Brain matter burst.

"Is this your uncle or your grandpa?"

Bang!

Another one.

"And this?!"

Bang!

A third one!

Three large bumps swelled up on Huo Churan’s head.

"Since you hate me, I’ll make you hate even more!"

"Keep sending people to kill me, you scum, let me see how many more of your family are still alive!"

The class was silent.

Fang Che’s brutal actions truly shocked everyone from the bottom of their hearts.

When Fang Che left, Huo Churan on the ground was already a pile of mud that could only gasp for air.

As he walked out under the shocked gaze of everyone, he casually slapped Wei Zihao on the back of the head, knocking him to the ground with a slap.

He then kicked him repeatedly.

"You’re no good either! You actually sent someone to rob me!"

Wei Zihao clutched his head and fell to the ground, his face a mixture of confusion and anger, darkness gathered around him.

This matter... wasn’t over yet?

Are you done yet?

...

The incident with Huo Churan stirred up a great commotion at the Martial Arts Academy.

Supervisor Meng Chizheng insisted on disciplinary action.

"Such despicable behavior, if not disciplined, how can our Baiyun Martial Academy command respect?"

Meng Chizheng’s reasoning was absolutely justified.

And Huo Churan’s actions were sufficiently despicable.

After the academy conducted an investigation and confirmed the incident.

Huo Churan’s disciplinary action was issued.

Recorded in the files!

Furthermore, Baiyun Martial Academy sent a letter to the Huo Family, demanding an explanation for the incident.

The wording was very strict.

When Huo Churan’s disciplinary action was issued, Fang Che’s cultivation had just reached a critical moment.

Peak of Ninth Grade Martial Master.

Just as Li Changkong announced the news, a sudden intense tremor surged within Fang Che’s body, an aura of breakthrough enveloped the classroom.

The classmates looked at each other in dismay.

Mo Gan Yun felt like he had eaten a sour pomegranate, starting to sprout sourness in his mouth.

They say that a joyful spirit comes with good fortune, but this... wasn’t just about feeling refreshed, right?

Damn, a breakthrough from happiness?

Is there such a thing in this world?

Not only Mo Gan Yun, but even Li Changkong and others were thrown into disarray.

Truly the first time they had seen such a thing.

Hearing that the person who framed him was disciplined, and breaking through from happiness. Damn, it really shows you can see anything if you live long enough.

Enlightening indeed!

Fang Che had broken through the Master Realm.

He became the first Grandmaster among this year’s newcomers in Baiyun Martial Academy.

Becoming a "Little Grandmaster" in less than two months.

This brought pride to the faces of all four instructors including Li Changkong.

And according to the academy’s rules: either study hard in the first semester and start doing tasks in the second, or become a Grandmaster and naturally qualify to receive tasks.

In other words, Fang Che was now qualified to go to the Task Hall and study.

But Fang Che wasn’t planning on going yet.

Because he felt his business was not yet settled.

The Huo Family had only sent three Grandmasters, which was not enough!

A few more needed to come.

Only by taking them down could he possibly draw out people from the San Sheng Sect and then logically crush the Huo Family.

And by the way, drag the San Sheng Sect into this muddy water.

The best plan would be, somehow, to also get the Heavenly God Sect involved, use the power of all parties to gradually erode their influence.

And then leverage the conflicts within the Wei Wo Zheng Sect to eliminate another part...

Thus, one could dig further downwards.

Also, there were the moles in Baiyun Martial Academy, and students from various sects in the academy.

Don’t forget, he himself was a major group leader of the Yixin Sect!

He had the authority.

Fang Che thought to himself that now he had firmly anchored the enmity with the Huo Family and Huo Churan. In any case, they should continue sending people.

So for his own safety, he had to be even... more careful.

He also wondered how many were secretly protecting him.

Sending a message to Qian Sanjiang but getting no reply.

Sigh... Demon Sect folks, truly not so reliable in their dealings.

...

Li Changkong had gone to the academic affairs office, now applying for a reward. The first Grandmaster among the newcomers, there was always a precedent for this.

Mo Gan Yun, who was closely following Fang Che’s steps, was now quite annoyed at being left behind.

"Let’s have a fight!"

Mo Gan Yun stood up, his body burning with fighting spirit, inviting a challenge.

The whole class eagerly watched.

Everyone knew this big guy was about to get beaten.

Three moves later.

Mo Gan Yun, with his two-meter-three stature, fell like a collapsing mountain or a toppling pillar.

With a loud crash,

the whole classroom was shaken.

The ground trembled three times.

Everyone’s eyelids jumped wildly, feeling as if a massive elephant had furiously collapsed in front of them.

Those who had never experienced such a towering, burly figure falling in front of them could hardly understand the sensation.

"Three moves!"

Mo Gan Yun lay on the ground with a face full of misery.

"How could it be three moves? He just fell?"

Fang Che, with his arms crossed, stood in front of him and said leisurely, "If you think that’s too many, I can make it one!"

"One move?"

Mo Gan Yun leapt up. "I don’t believe it!"

Crash!

Mo Gan Yun fell again.

This time it was even more straightforward—it really was one move!

Get up again.

Fall again.

It repeated over and over.

Mo Gan Yun set a record: he fell one hundred and twenty-four times within a quarter of an hour!

He was miserably carried off to the infirmary.

He still wanted to stand up in the end, but his whole body was out of joint.

"Fang Che!"

As he was being carried away, Mo Gan Yun shouted, "I will get back at you for these hundred plus falls one day!"

"You’re counting wrong."

Fang Che sighed. "You’re brainless. Since the start of the school year, it’s clearly been over nine hundred falls. You’re less than thirty falls short of completing a thousand falls in front of me!"

Mo Gan Yun said angrily, "Just you wait!"

Fang Che sighed again, "The last person who said those words to me was Huo Churan."

Amid a burst of laughter, Mo Gan Yun miserably shut up.

After Mo Gan Yun was carried away,

a person appeared at the doorway of Class One.

A face as rigid as a coffin, expressionless, pale, and with a thin figure exuding a cold, aloof aura.

It was Fang Che’s other target.

Ding Jie Ran.

"Is Fang Che here?"

Ding Jie Ran asked.

"Yes, what is it?"

Fang Che greeted him warmly, "Brother Ding, it’s rare to see you."

These words were true—ever since entering school, Ding Jie Ran had kept a low profile, engaging only in rigorous cultivation without causing any trouble.

He was often silent, sometimes not saying a single word all day.

Since enrolling, the most his classmates had heard him say was when instructors took attendance and he responded with ’present.’

Even his meals were hurried; he would gobble down his food rapidly and then leave as soon as he stood up.

Due to his eccentric character, this reclusive genius had a significant reputation in the academy.

Everyone knew there was a strange person in the first grade.

Even mute people spoke more than he did.

Surprisingly, this time he was the one who actively sought out Fang Che.

"Did Huo Churan send someone to assassinate you?"

Ding Jie Ran asked with a cold face.

"No problem, I counter-killed them."

Fang Che replied gently, "Don’t worry, I’m fine."

He reached out to pat Ding Jie Ran on the shoulder, but Ding Jie Ran instinctively stepped back and dodged.

"That’s good."

Ding Jie Ran said, looking down, "If there’s anything, I can help."

He looked up, nodded,

displayed a stiff smile as a gesture of goodwill,

then turned to leave.

"Did you come just to say these few words?"

Fang Che asked, "Is there anything else?"

Ding Jie Ran didn’t answer.

He walked away with his head down, his thin figure vanishing into the distance.

Walking in the sunlit Martial Arts Academy, but giving the impression of a lonely swordsman, walking alone in the stormy night of a barren desert.

...

While Fang Che was furiously beating Mo Gan Yun, Huo Churan was listening to the reading of his punishment.

His face showed no expression, utterly indifferent, as if the punishment wasn’t directed at him.

Even his gaze didn’t flicker.

After the instructor finished reading.

He asked, "Huo Churan, do you have any thoughts?"

Huo Churan looked at him steadily, lowered his head, and muttered, "Fang Che! A deep-seated hatred! In this life, it’s do or die!"

The instructor was furious.

"Huo Churan! Are you stubborn? How long do you want to persist in your mistakes?"

He yelled, "Fang Che fighting and humiliating you was naturally wrong on his part. But it all started because you disgraced him in front of thousands of people; otherwise, he wouldn’t have treated you like this!"

"Besides, this is the Martial Arts Academy where fighting happens every moment."

"If he fought you, it’s wrong since he’s not from the same class. But if it were a sparring between classmates and you ended up like this, then it’s just a fair spar without any grudge or gratitude! At most, Fang Che should be blamed for being disrespectful verbally!"

"Do you understand?"

"The rules of the academy state, how Fang Che treats you, you can treat him the same! If you have any ambition, strive hard and hit him back! Even a hundredfold wouldn’t be frowned upon!"

"Don’t you even have that much ambition?"

"Besides, even if Fang Che was wrong, even if he hurt you without any reason, you sending family assassins after him is still wrong! Undoubtedly!"

"Do you understand?"

Huo Churan still didn’t utter a word, turned his head, took the punishment notice, and left.

"Did you understand me?!" The instructor trembled with anger.

"I must kill him!"

Huo Churan stated firmly.

Then he walked away.

The instructor was so infuriated that he shouted, "Huo Churan, stop!"

But to no avail.

Huo Churan deliberately ignored him and left.

On the side, several other class instructors watched and chuckled, "Instructor Liu, truly worthy of being a seasoned instructor, such extraordinary students you’ve trained."

"Indeed, Instructor Liu is fortunate. His students are all so uniquely spirited, tsk tsk, ours just don’t have the guts like this Classmate Huo..."