The top four had been decided.
Fang Che, Huo Churan, Qiu Yunshang, and Yu Zhongge.
To everyone’s surprise, having witnessed Fang Che’s unbeatable move, none of these three showed any signs of backing down!
According to the rules, Fang Che had to fight two battles.
As Fang Che drew lots, Huo Churan and Qiu Yunshang both stretched their necks and stuck out their pig-like heads, looking on with concern.
Yu Zhongge was also watching, but unlike them, his head was not swollen like a pig’s.
Fang Che’s fair fingers held the lot, gently turning it over.
Two!
Fang Che had drawn Huo Churan!
In Huo Churan’s eyes, a vigorous fighting spirit suddenly blazed!
He took a deep breath.
Fang Che revealed an extrely friendly smile and said cheerily, "Brother Huo, next up, it’s between us."
Righteous Young Master Fang intended to repeat the trick he used on Ding Jie Ran, planning to use the sa tactics on Huo Churan.
But he hadn’t expected that Huo Churan would not fall for it at all. With cold arrogance, he said, "Fang Che, don’t try to hoodwink as if I’m so idiot like Ding Jie Ran, I don’t have ti to make friends with you!"
As these words were spoken, before Fang Che could respond, Ding Jie Ran at his side suddenly burst into rage, one hand on the hilt of his sword, he said sternly, "Huo Churan, are you courting death?!"
Huo Churan defiantly said, "You’re not qualified to fight right now. I’ll finish with Fang Che first, then I’ll fight you!"
Ding Jie Ran took a deep breath, sharp Sword Qi and astonishing killing intent suddenly radiating from him, and he said word by word, "You said it, when the ti cos, don’t be afraid to die!"
Fang Che laughed loudly and said, "Brother Ding, calm your anger. Whether Huo Churan has the strength to fight you after facing is still uncertain."
He pointed his finger at Huo Churan and said indifferently, "We don’t make friends, your words, not mine. Don’t bla for being ruthless today. And not just today, if I see you in the future, I’ll fight you every single ti!"
Huo Churan scoffed coldly, "With just you?!"
Fang Che was furious and imdiately raised his hand, making a clanging oath, "I swear to the heavens, every ti I see Huo Churan from now on, I’ll fight him! If I don’t see him, I’ll still actively seek him out and fight!"
Everyone was stunned.
Damn, is he really that ruthless?
Little did they know that Fang Che was also helpless.
Can’t make friends, but also can’t kill or maim on the stage—the referees would definitely be watching him.
So how would he deal with Huo Churan, a seed mber of the San Sheng Sect, in the future?
He had to find a reason.
Since Huo Churan had such a stubborn temper and had given him a reason to lose his temper, Fang Che naturally had to go along with it.
Fight every ti they t!
If not t, then create an opportunity to et and fight!
I have sworn, you all heard it.
Don’t bla !
Qiu Yunshang interjected from the sidelines, "Fang Che, leave him breathing for !"
"Alright, but just a breath, okay?"
Fang Che smiled, but his eyes were cold.
...
The battle between Fang Che and Huo Churan had started.
This fight—how should one put it?—was both unsurprising and astonishing at the sa ti!
Right from the beginning, Huo Churan fought with all his strength.
Unlike his fight with Xie Gongping, Huo Churan started with a rising montum, his body beginning to emanate a blood aura.
And his cultivation level was climbing by the mont, growing stronger as he fought; eventually, it reached the equivalent of the Peak of Fourth Grade Martial Master!
From afar, Huo Churan, who was clad in white, seed to be enveloped in a color like a fresh pool of blood.
The mist of blood rose, rolling across the platform and refusing to be extinguished by the wind!
"This must be a Secret Technique that burns one’s blood essence to enhance cultivation."
"After this battle, even if he wins, he will need to recover for a while. It’s unexpected that Huo Churan has mastered such a desperate technique."
The faces of the two referees turned pale.
They really did not wish for Huo Churan to win.
Anyone winning would be preferable to Huo Churan.
Only because his previous palm technique had left too disgusting of an impression!
But now it seed that Fang Che might be in trouble with Huo Churan using such a technique.
With such a gap in cultivation, even if Fang Che used Sword Performance Floating Tower, it probably wouldn’t help.
"Look!"
As the two referees looked on in astonishnt, they saw Fang Che suddenly shout and strike with both fist and palm.
His montum was also climbing!
In an instant, he also reached the Fourth Grade of Martial Master, facing Huo Churan head-on!
The booming sounds continued without end!
However, Fang Che’s aura was solid, his breathing steady, Essence Qi flowing smoothly—obviously a real Peak of Fourth Grade Martial Master!
"Damn it!"
"This kid actually held back so much until now! He’s almost as crafty as the Mountain Master!"
One of the referees blurted out.
The other hurriedly coughed, "Ahem, ahem, ahem..."
The referee turned his head and saw, from afar, Mountain Master Gao Qingyu’s two cold gazes shooting toward him like sharp arrows!
Suddenly, he felt as if his knee were struck by an arrow and nearly knelt down.
...
anwhile, Qiu Yunshang and Yu Zhongge were also fighting desperately.
Their battle eerily replayed the episode of Fang Che versus Mo Gan Yun.
Move against move, clashing hard.
This was initiated by Qiu Yunshang.
Because he knew he had been wounded in consecutive fights and that he would not likely have a chance if they fought a long battle against a refreshed Yu Zhongge.
But Yu Zhongge just barely had less strength than himself.
Thus, he unleashed a fierce and relentless attack, clashing with every strike. Exchanging injuries for injuries, attack only without defense!
Yu Zhongge felt extrely stifled, but since he was just a bit weaker than Qiu Yunshang—any gap, although marginal, was obvious in this life-risking combat.
Finally, when he managed to draw his sword, Qiu Yunshang unexpectedly swung his longsword in a circle as if it were a broadsword, pressuring Yu Zhongge with nine consecutive chops.
After nine collisions, their long swords broke at the sa ti.
Both threw away their weapons and engaged in brutal hand-to-hand combat.
Qiu Yunshang’s originally refined and composed face was now unrecognizable. His eyes were so swollen there was barely a slit left, but his attacks were relentless like a tempest, one after another.
Yu Zhongge desperately dodged, aiming to conserve energy and overco strength with softness.
But Qiu Yunshang’s body and footwork were equally clever; wherever Yu Zhongge hid, Qiu Yunshang stuck close behind, never giving Yu Zhongge a chance to gain distance.
Moreover, Qiu Yunshang always kept his back to the ring, pushing Yu Zhongge ever closer to the outside of the platform.
After a fierce bout of clashing and pounding...
Yu Zhongge and Qiu Yunshang both took a punch to the right eye, the right cheek, and a kick to the abdon at the sa ti.
Both were simultaneously thrown backward.
Only, Qiu Yunshang landed on the platform, while Yu Zhongge, annoyed and bellowing, flew out of the ring and landed on the ground with a thud.
Enraged, he roared up at the sky, his hands pounding the ground non-stop.
Atop the platform, Qiu Yunshang lay twitching, gasping for breath, his face swollen bigger than his buttocks, his eyes completely obscured, and his cheeks leveled with his nose bridge. Apart from his mouth, which was a gaping hole, everything else was swollen flat.
Indeed, he looked almost like a buttock.
He lay there laughing triumphantly, "I won!"
Everyone chuckled at the sight.
Their fight was exceptionally satisfying.
...
On the other side.
Seeing Fang Che withstand his onslaught, a shard of ruthlessness flashed across Huo Churan’s eyes.
"Old silver coins! Such bullshit, hiding their true strength!"
Huo Churan seethed with fury.
In this new students’ competition, as a seed player of the San Sheng Sect, Huo Churan had an obligation to succeed and not fail!
He must win first place to garner Baiyun Martial Academy’s significant resources and, after graduation, infiltrate the Guardians.
To take an office and then relay the Guardian’s information to the sect for action.
That was Huo Churan’s ultimate mission.
But it all had to start with winning the championship.
Thus, this championship was sothing Huo Churan was determined to win!
With a loud shout.
Huo Churan suddenly retreated three steps, then abruptly drew his sword, his weapon enveloped in a blood aura, emitting a fierce energy like a swift gale, and charged forward!
At that mont, Fang Che also called out, his figure shooting upward.
In mid-air, he suddenly let out a long howl.
Everyone’s attention was captured, looking up.
Because this howl seed not forced but rather caused by the pull of energy, bursting forth, and generally, such a phenonon...
Indeed, an aura burst forth from Fang Che in mid-air.
"Damn it!"
Thousands in front uniformly expressed their shock with two refined words used in many worlds.
He’d made a breakthrough!
At such a critical mont, Fang Che had broken through to the Fifth grade of Martial Master!
This was a significant barrier!
A breakthrough in the midst of battle; enduring and squeezing out one’s potential under the enemy’s frenzied offensive, to force through a breakthrough! And to do so during the championship final!
This was creating a legend in Baiyun Martial Academy!
After the breakthrough, Fang Che continued to ascend.
His tall figure, under the sunlight, seed to gleam.
Amidst the howl, Fang Che reached the peak, then folded over and plumted downward! From several dozens of feet high, he descended with the speed of a teor!
His sword leading the way, striking like lightning!
In a blink, with a sharp wind before him, he was in front of Huo Churan.
With a clang, a fierce slash directly t Huo Churan’s blade!
Huo Churan, fully prepared, cried out in agony from the impact of the sword, thrown backward, sliding away, with a trail of blood at the corner of his mouth.
One swipe, and internal injuries were inflicted!
But Fang Che didn’t land, nor did he stop his assault.
Instead, using the montum of his descent, he charged forward again.
Another slash!
With a clang, Huo Churan’s long sword spun wildly into the air!
He stumbled back, spitting blood.
"You asked for this!"
Fang Che roared, throwing his own sword into the air.
With lightning speed, his right fist smashed into Huo Churan’s left eye socket, followed quickly by the left hand landing a punch on the right eye socket.
Until a punch crushed the nose bridge.
The crisp cracking sound was so clear to those near the platform, it sent shivers down their spines.
Blood splattered like a hamr fiercely smashing into a waterlon.
Huo Churan’s muffled scream as his nose collapsed!
His head reeled backward, Fang Che imdiately grabbed his hair and yanked forward.
As a handful of hair floated from his grasp,
An explosive knee thrust into the Dantian.
Boom, boom, boom, seven consecutive thrusts!
Crack, crack... the sound of ribs continuously breaking.
Huo Churan’s body curled like a shrimp, lifting off the ground and flying away.
A slap rang out on the right cheek, with teeth just spat out, another slap to the left face, turning it back, teeth from both sides shooting out to the right!
Fang Che twirled in mid-air, a side kick landed!
Square in the chest.
Crack, crack...
Five to six ribs snapped in succession!
Huo Churan, unconscious, drifted down from the platform, passed out.
Fang Che’s face cold as ice, his body surged forward, fists clenched, knuckles well-defined.
"I’ll kill you!" Fang Che bellowed furiously, "How dare you insult !"
As he said this, he was indeed preparing to do just that.
If no one intervened, killing him might as well be the outco!
After all the hard work spent setting this up, killing should be fine, right?
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