This situation suddenly beca an unexpected disaster.
No one had anticipated that a bloody mishap would suddenly erupt amidst a match that was proceeding normally!
Xin Xuri was filled with madness, his eyes already dim with despair.
Having cultivated until now, his skills in taking lives were mostly concentrated in the use of hidden weapons in his right hand, yet now, his right hand had been severed by Fang Che’s single strike!
He had even been stepped on!
It could have been reattached, but after that stomp, he was destined to be crippled!
His whole life was ruined!
His eyes were filled with deadly resentnt, he had forgotten everything else, wanting only to kill in revenge!
The head referee quickly sprung into action, "Stop..."
Just then, Fang Che seed to have regained control of his anger, moved his blade aside, stepped back, and silently gathered his cultivation, giving Xin Xuri a chance to counterattack, and then turned around with an apologetic look, "I’m sorry, teacher, I couldn’t hold back..."
The two referees also breathed a sigh of relief, "It’s..."
At this mont, countless shouts from below, "Watch out!"
A ferocious roar!
Behind him, from Xin Xuri’s left sleeve, a sudden streak of crimson light flared.
It was the Crimson Blood Snake!
This was even more unexpected; no one thought that Xin Xuri still hadn’t given up.
No.
It wasn’t about not giving up; he wanted to kill Fang Che for revenge!
He had lost all reason.
This ti it was truly too late.
From a distance, on the high platform, two figures dashed forward, flying over like lightning, but it was too late.
At this critical juncture!
"Damn it!"
The blade flashed fiercely, and with a turn, Fang Che roared as the blade light, filled with boundless rage, ca crashing down!
The Crimson Blood Snake was cleaved in two, and before the foul-slling blood could splatter, the blade had already descended from the top of Xin Xuri’s head, slicing from head to groin!
Both halves of the body fell to the sides.
Both halves of the face still bore resentnt.
Fang Che held the knife, his body maintaining the slashing pose, violently trembling with a pale face.
He seed terrified.
With a swish.
Two senior instructors landed on the stage, and the two referees had already acted.
But, everything was too late.
Xin Xuri was now in two halves.
No, three pieces. There was that arm too!
"Ah! This..."
Several instructors on the stage stamped their feet and sighed heavily, truly at a loss for words.
The incident had unfolded on stage, right and wrong witnessed by tens of thousands of eyes.
Even though Fang Che was the killer, everyone understood that it really wasn’t Fang Che’s fault!
Xin Xuri had started with the upper hand.
And that wasn’t the end of it.
Not only did he initiate the use of weapons, but he also used a hidden weapon, and only called out a warning after striking, clearly intending to kill without taking responsibility.
Being suddenly counterattacked and wounded in the arm, having a blade held to his neck, he had already lost. Fang Che, in his rage, had restrained himself and spared his life, yet Xin Xuri still tried to ambush his opponent when he was let go!
Having been split with a single blow, there was nothing to be said, and so might even find it imnsely satisfying!
Such a person deserved death!
Looking at Fang Che’s sowhat pale face standing on the stage, the face of the young and talented was filled with panic after shock.
Perhaps this child had killed for the first ti?
Although it was an angry counterattack in the face of danger, he must have been badly frightened.
Many female students felt a bit of pity in their hearts.
This Xin Xuri really was too much of a bully!
Fang Qingyun and a few others almost rushed onto the stage, extrely anxious, "Cousin! Cousin, are you alright?"
Fang Che’s face was pale, "I should be fine... did I... did I kill soone?"
Clearly showing the fear of taking a life for the first ti, after all, it was a human life.
Turning to look at Xin Xuri’s corpse, Fang Che suddenly covered his mouth, as if he was going to vomit.
On the stage, two instructors and two referees looked at Fang Che with so suspicion.
Sothing was a bit odd about this situation.
But now was not the ti to investigate.
First, they had to clean up the stage, then hastily arrange for the next pair to compete.
"The competition continues!"
And then, they took Fang Che away.
The crowd below was abuzz with discussion, and many were no longer concerned about the battles on stage.
Almost everyone was agreed: Fang Che was not in the wrong! This Xin Xuri deserved to be killed!
...
"Fang Che, you were at a disadvantage at the beginning, weren’t you? We don’t believe that when you were less powerful than your opponent, you were capable of penetrating his hidden weapon attack and countering," said one of the referees. "Explain yourself."
"I hid my strength!"
Fang Che confidently replied, "My cultivation was actually higher than his!"
"Oh? Which level of martial master are you?"
"Fourth Realm!"
Fang Che said, "Originally at the Third Layer, I reached the Fourth Level after coming to the Martial Arts Academy, with the help of Vice Mountain Master Huang Yifan."
"Vice Mountain Master Huang?"
The two senior instructors were flabbergasted.
How did Vice Mountain Master Huang get involved in this?
That’s pretty bizarre.
"Yes."
Fang Che decided to go all-out, pinning all the bla on Huang Yifan, "The Mountain Master told that the purpose of this bet was to teach the freshn a lesson, to not reveal all my strength. It wouldn’t be good if everyone placed their bets on . It wouldn’t achieve the desired effect."
The two instructors looked at each other, speechless.
This is absolutely ridiculous!
Could it really work this way?
This made the questions they were about to ask next suddenly beco unaskable.
"It was an arrangent by the leadership, and Fang Che just acted according to their wishes. What can you say? Could the leadership have anticipated Xin Xuri’s despicable act and deliberately arranged for Fang Che to strike back in self-defense?"
"That’s obviously not possible."
"...with your strength, you should have been able to control yourself and not kill soone," the instructor sighed, the interrogatory tone now gone.
Fang Che said, "That strike was a subconscious fight-for-life reaction; in that situation, it was impossible for to hold back. Maybe after going through more incidents like this, I might be able to control it, but for now... my strength isn’t there."
He wasn’t lying with that statent.
The two instructors looked at each other, finding the reasoning sound.
Not to ntion Fang Che, even if it were them in that situation, their first thought would be to counter-kill, removing future threats!
No one would hold back!
"You entered the Martial Arts Academy with a sword, why did you use a knife in today’s battle?" one of the instructors asked.
"My master was the Sword King, so what’s so strange about using a knife?" Fang Che responded.
There seed so much sense in that statent!
"And the sword?"
"After being reminded by Vice Mountain Master Huang, I bought a sword to wear as a ruse," Fang Che said sincerely. "Actually, I don’t know how to use a sword."
Vice Mountain Master Huang again!
Both instructors covered their foreheads with the sa gesture, no longer wanting to speak.
This is just...
They had never encountered such a speechless situation in their lives!
Just then, the door opened.
A man with three long beards stepped in.
This person appeared to be in his forties or fifties, exuded righteousness, and seed to be Chuchen; his eyebrows carried a pure aura, and he had the presence of soone used to high authority, commanding respect without anger.
As he entered, he simply asked, "Are you done with the questioning?"
The two instructors stood up at the sa ti, responding, "Supervisor ng."
Supervisor ng frowned, "Such a clear-cut case, did it need so much ti?"
"We are done with the questioning."
"Then hurry up and let him go!" Supervisor ng waved his hand and then turned a kindly smile to Fang Che, "Go rest well, you must have been quite startled today, it’s not easy the first ti you kill soone, right? Take so Elixir Pills to help calm your Divine Soul; a good sleep will do the trick."
"Yes, thank you very much, Lord Supervisor ng!" Fang Che bowed in thanks.
Quite obedient.
Indeed, Supervisor ng smiled, "You are quite well-behaved, kid."
He then took out a small bottle from his cloak, "Inside are two Elixir Pills that can help soothe your Divine Soul. You probably don’t have much good stuff on you, so let this old man help you out."
"Thank you, Supervisor ng!"
Fang Che accepted them.
"Off you go."
Fang Che then left.
The two senior instructors felt a whole belly of complaints they couldn’t voice!
After involving Vice Mountain Master Huang, the taste of the situation beca indescribable.
Who could have imagined that Supervisor ng, who usually didn’t ddle much, would actually show up for Fang Che’s sake?
Does this Fang Che have so significant backing?
But that’s not right... all the students’ backgrounds are thoroughly vetted, and if there was anything noteworthy, it wouldn’t have been overlooked.
Moreover, there wasn’t any fuss before the school year started.
"I’ll be going too, back to watch the matches," said Supervisor ng casually as he strolled away.
So, you ca just for Fang Che’s sake?
Afraid we might wrong this student?
How does one even begin to explain this?
The two instructors were suddenly doubtful about life itself.
Supervisor ng, whose na was ng Chizheng, usually kept a low profile in the Martial Arts Academy. He sought neither conflicts nor competition and was an embodint of righteousness, valuing fairness in everything. He had good standing among the people in the academy.
No one expected him to stand up for Fang Che on this occasion.
Even though everyone had seen what had happened, it still made no sense for the Supervisor himself to intervene.
...
Fang Che went straight ho.
This afternoon, the match between the fifty competitors would end.
The matches between the remaining twenty-five would start tomorrow.
Sun Yuan was already waiting in the courtyard, sipping tea while watching Ye ng practice martial arts.
He occasionally gave a pointer or two.
Ye ng practiced so hard that she was sweating profusely.
Fang Che, young and easily hoodwinked, could be casually deceived, but this Sun Yuan was a slick old-tir from the Demon Sect, a purebred old-tir from Jianghu.
Ye ng had to stay alert to get by.
Fortunately, Sun Yuan’s attention was completely sowhere else, and he seed rather distracted, which allowed the girl to breathe a sigh of relief.
When Fang Che ca ho, his face was still sowhat pale.
His body even trembled slightly.
Sun Yuan’s attention was imdiately drawn, and he stood up with concern, "What’s the matter, are you hurt?"
He had a bad feeling.
Was he defeated? How would they complete the mission then?
"I’m not hurt."
Fang Che’s face showed a hint of lingering fear, his voice slightly trembling, "Today I killed a man."
"Killed a man?" Sun Yuan froze, "Whom did you kill?"
"Xin Xuri. I killed him," Fang Che spoke with a pale face, seemingly still filled with residual shock, "It’s disgusting, I want to throw up."
So that’s what happened!
Sun Yuan imdiately relaxed, now a surge of joy rising, "Killing Xin Xuri is only natural, why scare yourself? Kid, you still need more experience."
Ye ng rolled her eyes secretly, what a thing to say.
Sure enough, Sun Yuan pushed it even further, "What’s killing a person or two? How about this, master could find a village for you to slaughter to practice? Don’t take it to heart, just think of it as killing dogs, you’ll get used to it gradually."
...
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