Chapter 41: I Won't Speak First in This Situation, No Hero in the World Would Dare to.

Chapter 41: I Won't Speak First in This Situation, No Hero in the World Would Dare to.

Fang Che took Mo Ganyun away, causing everyone, including Qiuyun Shang and others, to breathe a sigh of relief.

In their evaluation, Fang Che was just one thing, but Mo Ganyun was definitely a powerful obstacle on the road to the championship!

One on the left and one on the right, the two stepped onto the platform at the same time.

Fang Che from the left, graceful and elegant, his cloak fluttering, as if strolling in the clouds.

Mo Ganyun from the right, walking like a dragon and tiger, his cloak undulating as if mountains were moving towards them.

One elegant, one solemn.

It was a stark contrast of two different temperaments!

Fang Che looked intently, sighing in his heart.

This Mo Ganyun had very upright eyes.

After seeing many people, one would understand that people with such upright eyes couldn't be very bad.

Fang Che immediately concluded: This should be a fellow member—a fellow guardian.

Mo Ganyun also had the same feeling, a strange sense of identification towards Fang Che across from him.

Both of them felt this subtle feeling of 'unwillingness to be enemies'.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of people, the two looked at each other for three seconds.

Then, they both sighed at the same time.

Onlookers: "?????"

What the hell is going on?

You two went up there and didn't fight, but just sighed at each other?

Are you two going up there to perform a play?

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"Student Mo."

Fang Che smiled gently: "I've long admired your name."

Mo Ganyun's face, with its distinct and firm lines, showed a faint smile: "Likewise."

"Brother Mo, your name is very interesting," Fang Che said.

Mo Ganyun laughed and said: "When my old man named me, he said his greatest expectation for me was that one day, no matter where, when I'm present, no hero in the world would dare to speak before me!"

Fang Che chuckled: "I guessed as much. It couldn't possibly mean you're too afraid to speak, haha."

Mo Ganyun smiled: "It's just that now, I feel like I'm not living up to this name. When others are in front of me, they still say whatever they want."

Fang Che sincerely said: "One day, you will achieve it. When that day comes, wherever you are, as long as you stay silent, no hero in the world would dare to speak before you!"

Mo Ganyun laughed heartily: "Thank you! Brother Fang, how shall we fight?"

Fang Che said casually: "When I see Brother Mo, I do have some thoughts; I wonder how Brother Mo wants to fight? Why don't you tell me, and I'll see if it matches what I think?"

Mo Ganyun laughed sincerely and said: "In that case, shall we compare our martial arts?"

Fang Che clapped his hands and laughed heartily: "That's just what I had in mind!"

Mo Ganyun also laughed, suddenly feeling relieved.

Human interactions are actually quite strange.

Some people, at first glance, are just right for each other.

And those who don't seem right at first glance, often after a long time of observation, will instead confirm one's judgment: I really didn't misjudge this person!

He's still so annoying, and he's getting more and more annoying!

Both of them wore black cloaks.

They smiled at each other, and at the same moment, threw their cloaks out.

On the stage, two vigorous young men appeared.

They were both tall, broad-shouldered, with straight backs, long arms, slender waists, and long legs.

Their body proportions were perfect!

It's just that Mo Ganyun was slightly larger.

One was elegant and refined, like a jade tree in the wind, while the other was full of masculine vigor, as mighty as a mountain.

"Please!"

"Please!"

In the next moment, the two seemed to transform into two leopards hunting in the mountains!

Only two figures moved, and in the next moment, there was a loud bang.

Immediately, Mo Ganyun staggered back seven steps, while Fang Che, on the other side, spread his arms and flew back twenty feet like a large bird.

The moment his toes touched the ground, Fang Che's body spun, somersaulting to form a whirlwind, his upright figure rotating like a rolling cylinder towards Mo Ganyun.

Both fists struck out together!

Mo Ganyun took a step back, his body slightly bent, in the posture of a tiger about to pounce on its prey. As Fang Che's body approached, he sidestepped and struck out with both fists.

It was the most basic and most powerful move in boxing.

Tiger Descends the Mountain!

With a dull bang, four fists fiercely collided, and the two separated again.

"Good!"

Fang Che took three steps forward, squatted down, and his right fist shot out like thunder.

"Enjoyable!"

On the opposite side, Mo Ganyun assumed the same posture, his fist the size of a bowl, thundering towards Fang Che.

The two fists collided again.

They each swayed, retracted their fists, and then struck again!

The speed increased.

Then there was a continuous sound of bangs on the stage.

No other parts were struck, just fists!

Continuously exchanging blows!

All the spectators below were almost staring out of their sockets.

They didn't care much about the martial arts skills.

But this kind of competition was a bit thrilling.

If it was Mo Ganyun, as strong as an iron tower, choosing to fight head-on like this, no one would be surprised.

But no one had expected that Fang Che, who appeared delicate and weak like a woman, would also choose this kind of head-on confrontation!

He would not take a step back!

This contrast gave people a sense of dissonance.

Yet it was full of blood and excitement!

The four fists on the stage clashed like striking iron, continuously colliding!

For five hundred consecutive punches, neither of them retreated.

Then, they both shouted and retreated, then simultaneously flipped up.

Almost the same move: one leg propped on the ground, the other leg swung fiercely.

No more fists; now it's a leg battle.

The two long and slender legs clashed on the platform!

The two shins collided, sounding like two steel pipes constantly crashing!

It made everyone watching feel a sourness in their teeth.

Although there were only two people, and they were relatively low-level warriors in comparison, they gave people a sense of extreme fierceness.

Like two stars colliding!

Sparks flew everywhere!

"Doesn't it hurt to collide like that...?"

Below, whether they were boys or girls, they all had an urge to rub their legs.

Nothing else, just watching made them feel their legs were sore.

"Who knew our cousin could be so tough!"

Several girls stared with their mouths wide open, their eyes round with shock.

As the battle on the stage unfolded, hearts raced.

"So manly! So manly!"

Several boys watched with their mouths agape, their teeth grinding. "Are those legs... about to break?"

On the stage, it was like two tyrannosaurs madly colliding.

And below the stage, Ding Jueran, Qiuyun Shang, Huo Churan, and Xie Gongping, watching the two in such a brutal battle, all had twitching corners of their mouths.

They couldn't help but feel relieved that it wasn't them fighting on the stage at that moment.

Such opponents are indeed ones that nobody wants to encounter!

Each one is fearless and unyielding! There are no other tricks, just sheer brute force!

And they happen to be able to take it!

Putting oneself in their shoes... Huo Churan couldn't help but feel his calves trembling, feeling as if his legs were already broken.

Qiu Yun's eyes were dull, the corners of his mouth twitching, unable to help but move his legs, feeling parched.

Even the two referees on the platform were dazed, gritting their teeth.

Imagining oneself in a scene of kicking against opponents of the same level, Huo Churan couldn't help but feel a sourness in his teeth. He moved his legs quietly and swallowed saliva.

Whether it was in the Martial Arts Academy or elsewhere, it was very rare to encounter such a scene where thunder and fire clashed.

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Boom boom boom...

The two clashed more than three hundred legs, roaring : "Roar!"

They both flipped and retreated involuntarily.

Then they rapidly approached, once again lifting their left legs, with their left legs replacing their right legs, and fiercely collided again.

Boom boom boom...

Under the arena, a group of busybodies were counting.

"Three hundred and seventy-eight! Three hundred and seventy-nine!..."

Gradually, tens of thousands of people shouted together, counting: "Four hundred and fifty-one... four hundred and fifty-seven..."

The earth shook, and the mountains trembled.

Although they were all just spectators, as they chanted, admiration filled their eyes.

These two, this battle, almost won the respect of the entire school.

Setting aside their strength and cultivation, their way of fighting was truly rare.

There was no hint of pretense in their clashes.

As martial artists, how could they not understand the feeling? Normally, even after a dozen or so collisions, let alone more than three hundred consecutive legs, one would have to change their moves.

They couldn't hold on.

They couldn't help but have a thought in their hearts: if I were on the battlefield with these two as companions, I would definitely be very reassured. —— This is the intuition of a warrior: anyone who can fight like this is not a coward!

The booming sound in the arena continued, and the people below shouted louder and louder.

They kept shouting until seven hundred and sixty-three!

The two in the arena simultaneously shouted and flew back!

This retreat was particularly far.

They each reached the edge of the arena.

Fang Che staggered for a moment but steadied himself.

On the other side, Mo Ganyun also staggered, his right leg went soft, and he kneeled directly on the ground, then immediately bounced up and stood firmly.

The two faced each other, gritting their teeth and smiling.

Fang Che smiled particularly gently and warmly: "Was it exciting?"

Seeing this gentle smile, everyone felt a strong sense of dissonance. The guy who was as fierce as a diamond just now, was he really the same person as this gentle and warm man?

"Exciting!"

Mo Ganyun laughed heartily, young but with a demeanor as if he could swallow the world.

As his laughter faded, he turned decisively to the referee instructors and said: "I lost!"

"You lost?" Fang Che was surprised.

Everyone else was puzzled too. Where did he lose?

It's clearly a draw, right?

Mo Ganyun said: "Losing is losing, there's nothing I can't admit. I've put in a lot of effort in my martial arts skills, and I know that myself. But you are definitely not like me. And..."

Mo Gan Yun laughed heartily: "If we keep fighting, neither of us will get the championship. If we don't get it, we can't let others benefit. So, I'll save some energy for you."

Fang Che laughed sincerely: "I didn't expect you to be so thoughtful."

"Of course!"

Mo Ganyun laughed: "Besides, I'll still have to learn from you in the future. I can't afford to offend you now!"

His words were meaningful.

Fang Che's eyes flashed, instantly understanding. He admired in his heart, this guy has a good eye. He replie: "Alright!"

He didn't bother with false modesty.

Mo Gan Yun's eyes lit up, not thinking it was inappropriate at all. He said eagerly: "It's a deal!"

"It's a deal!"

Mo Gan Yun laughed heartily and leaped off the stage. As he landed, he almost couldn't stand steadily, let out a muffled groan, and immediately rolled up his trouser leg. His whole leg was already bruised, with some areas swollen and muscles ruptured, bleeding. He gritted his teeth and grimaced as he massaged: "It hurts like hell... Damn! So tough, too tough!"

"Fang Che, you're really a beast... It's the first time in so many years that I've met such a tough nut like you."

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