Chapter 42: The Feast of Beauty.

Chapter 42: The Feast of Beauty.

Fang Che smiled on the stage, cupping his hands sincerely, "Thank you, Brother Mo, for your concession."

He then descended the stage steadily,

his steps firm, his face cold and unchanged.

The Boundless Sutra quietly circulated, repeatedly washing his leg meridians, slowly healing his injuries.

Taking the large cloak handed to him by Fang Qingyun, he draped it over himself and stood in front of the crowd, watching the stage.

Clearly, he intended to watch his opponents' battles.

He stood tall and straight, as if unaffected by the more than seven hundred collisions just now, as if it had no impact on him at all.

With this, everyone immediately saw the outcome of the previous battle, who won and who lost.

It was clear at a glance.

Sure enough, Mo Ganyun lost.

But even though he lost, no one dared to underestimate him. Instead, everyone felt in their hearts: truly a remarkable man.

...

In this battle of thirteen against seven, except for Jing Shuangao's bye, everyone else indeed showed their true skills.

Ding Jieran and the others couldn't win with just one move.

They were all caught in a tangled battle.

In the end, the top seven were decided: Fang Che, Ding Jieran, Qiu Yunshang, Huo Churan, Xie Gongping, the bye Jing Shuangao, and someone who surprised everyone.

Yu Zhongge (Song in the Rain)!

This person, originally ranked eleventh!

He unexpectedly caught up by facing strong opponents and has not fallen behind until now.

Next is the top seven advancing to the top four.

Obviously, one person will have a bye again.

It's almost time for the champion, runner-up, and third place.

Below the betting area, there was a roar of voices, and the crowd was in a frenzy.

After this battle, everyone saw Fang Che's potential, making him a surefire favorite for the championship.

Who wouldn't want to take advantage of this?

But now, the betting area is closed.

No more bets!

According to the instructors: it's better to wait until after the champion is decided to place your bets!

That way, you're guaranteed to win without losing.

So there was a wail on the grand drill ground!

Although the suspense still exists, many people have lost the opportunity to turn things around and are doomed to lose.

Because the person they bet on has now been eliminated.

A referee walked over to Fang Che and asked: "How are you?"

Fang Che moved his legs a bit and smiled: "I'm fine!"

"Don't overdo it."

"I'm not."

"That's good then."

The referee then announced: "The top seven advancing to the top four will be after lunch in the afternoon."

Fang Che moved his legs slightly, feeling the Boundless Sutra repair on his legs, and couldn't help but look at Mo Ganyun across from him.

He felt like he had been swinging his leg against a steel bar for a long time. It really hurt, but Fang Che endured it.

In fact, even if it was more severe, with his leg bone cracked, as long as it hadn't completely broken, the outcome was undecided, and Fang Che could continue swinging without changing his expression.

The ruthlessness of an old hand: a broken leg is always better than losing one's life.

As Fang Che moved, he couldn't help but feel like laughing.

Mo Ganyun's leg was indeed very tough; it was just a pity that his cultivation was not as orthodox as Fang Che's, and his cultivation level was slightly weaker.

Third-Rank Martial Master!

With the cultivation of a Third-Rank Martial Master, Fang Che naturally had no problems facing Mo Ganyun's kicks.

However, it still hurt quite a bit to be kicked. Fortunately, it has now recovered almost completely.

Mo Ganyun caught his gaze, laughed, and then walked over in large strides. His pant legs were still rolled up, revealing a shocking sight of bruised and swollen calves.

It gave people a strange feeling.

Mo Ganyun walked over as if he owned the place, casually put his arm around Fang Che's shoulder, and asked, "You, does it hurt?"

Fang Che's face was expressionless. "Even if it hurts, I have to pretend it doesn't, since I won."

"Hahaha..."

Mo Ganyun laughed again.

People familiar with him couldn't help but look at him sideways: When did this big guy become so fond of smiling?

"Later, hit them hard!"

Mo Ganyun pointed at Huo Churan and the others without any reservation, saying, "These guys don't look like they're used to direct confrontation. As long as you force them to collide head-on a few times, they'll definitely be inconvenienced, gritting their teeth."

This remark hit the nail on the head of these people's weak spots.

After all, there were few on the entire continent who could fight like Fang Che and Mo Ganyun.

Ding Jieran stood alone on the side, his face indifferent, as if he hadn't heard anything, showing no reaction.

He stood in the middle of the crowd, but gave the impression of standing alone in a vast desert.

No matter how many people were around him, he was always lonely.

Huo Churan and the others glared at Mo Ganyun angrily, but Mo Ganyun didn't care at all, staring back at them one by one, "What, you don't agree? Or do you want to have a go with me first?!"

Huo Churan and the others turned their heads away, rolling their eyes.

The top seven advancing to the top four will be this afternoon. Only those with a screw loose would challenge Mo Ganyun, who has the strength of a champion, right now!

Even if they win, it's not worth it.

They all turned away.

Qiu Yunshang, however, looked at Mo Ganyun and said, "Once this is over, let's find a chance to have a match!"

Mo Ganyun's eyes lit up: "Great!"

Then they began to draw lots.

Fang Che was the first to draw.

As he held the sign, he looked up to see someone on the other side, full of fighting spirit.

Ding Jieran!

In the battle to advance to the top four, Fang Che encountered his second target.

The others drew lots one after another, and Yu Zhongge got a bye, which relieved him. The ones before him were like beasts; being able to avoid one battle saved him a lot of energy.

He was really afraid that after a fight, he might end up with a broken leg or arm, which would basically mean no more fighting.

Fang Che smiled kindly at Ding Jieran and said very politely, "Brother Ding, I've heard a lot about you. Rest well at noon. Let's have a good fight in the afternoon."

Ding Jieran didn't expect Fang Che to be so friendly. He was stunned for a moment, his face stiff as he said, "You too!"

With these three words, he turned and walked away with a stiff face.

Fang Che was stunned.

He was always known for being economical with words, but today he met someone who was equally so?

Then everyone dispersed.

Fang Che didn't go home; he was caught by Fang Qingyun and went to the martial arts academy's cafeteria.

Accompanying him were four girls with smiling faces and high spirits, as well as eight boys who looked dejected and crestfallen.

Fang Qingyun asked sympathetically, "Lost again?"

"Lost..."

The eight of them were almost suicidal. "We all bet on Mo Ganyun. As a result, we got screwed by you."

Fang Che: "..."

But thinking about it, this was reasonable.

These guys were together every day. As long as one of them, who was good at analysis, figured out that Mo Ganyun had a great chance, they would all bet on him.

After all, brothers advance and retreat together—most guys were like that.

This is called either a complete victory or a complete defeat.

Now it seems there is no complete victory.

If it were a group of girls playing together, their bets would definitely be different. Maybe all eight of them would publicly agree, but secretly bet on eight different targets.

"Cousin, you've hidden too well... If only you had let us know a little bit..."

The eight of them were so miserable.

Fang Che looked helpless. "Who are those people on the other side? To put it bluntly, even now, if you bet on me, you could still lose! They're all freshmen. Who can be sure of winning in this matter?"

Upon hearing this, everyone thought it made sense.

Just then, the dishes arrived. The eight of them turned their sorrow and resentment into appetite, devouring the food.

Each of them patted Fang Qingyun's shoulder. "Bro! I'll stick with you for the next six months."

Fang Qingyun widened his eyes. "It seems like you've bet even your meal money?"

The eight of them looked grim.

One of them turned his pocket inside out and hung it outside, looking at his empty pocket. "Not even a cent left!"

"Pfft!"

Several girls burst into laughter, their laughter shaking.

Fang Che curiously asked, "What about you four?"

"We're different!"

Senior Sister Liu said proudly, "From the beginning, even before the first match, we bet on you!"

Fang Che was suddenly impressed. "You have a good eye. I hadn't shown anything back then."

Senior Sister Liu chuckled and said, "It's not that we were hoping for you to win the championship. It's mainly because we wanted to see your face more. After all, we'll have many opportunities to hang out and eat together in the future. If we didn't bet on you, how could we face each other during meals?"

The other girls nodded repeatedly. "Cousin's face is appetizing. I feel like I can eat an extra half bowl of rice just by looking at his face."

"I can eat an extra bowl."

Fang Che was amazed. Could it really be like this?

Another senior sister said, "And we didn't bet much, just consider it as the cost of enjoying your company. Whether we win or lose, we won't care."

Fang Che had a black line on his head: ...

Meal ticket for feasting one's eyes?

When did this term start applying to me?

You guys must be mistaken!

This meal is very sumptuous.

Fang Qingyun treated them to a feast, with demon beast meat and nourishing porridge to replenish their energy.

After calculating the bill, Fang Che was shocked. "This meal is only two points?"

"Of course."

Fang Qingyun said, "Do you think these points are easy to earn? If it weren't for treating you guys, these two points would have been enough for me to take them out to eat for seven days."

"..."

Fang Che looked bewildered. "Such currency is really... so hard!"

...

In the blink of an eye, it was afternoon.

The opening act was Fang Che's!

On the stage, Fang Che stood in a black cloak with dark gold and dark patterns, standing against the wind, his hair and cloak fluttering with the rising and falling of the dark patterns.

Invisible, there was a sense of 'injury and weakness'.

But Ding Jieran on the opposite side was as if facing a great enemy!

Having witnessed Fang Che's battle of thunder against earthfire in the morning, Ding Jieran was not fooled by Fang Che's 'weak' posture at all.

The two stood facing each other, locking eyes.

Fang Che spoke first. "Brother Ding, it hasn't been easy for you to come this far, and I can empathize with that. Before the arena match, I have a few words, and I hope Brother Ding will listen carefully."

Ding Jieran's stiff face showed a hint of surprise. "Go ahead."

"Brother Ding, you are a hero among men, and I, Fang Che, have no intention of being your enemy. Moreover, the arena match is just a school teaching method, and there should be no grudges. I wonder if Brother Ding agrees with me?"

Ding Jieran nodded. "Of course."

"So, regardless of the outcome of this battle, I hope to become friends with Brother Ding through martial arts. I hope we can encourage each other to progress in the future; and I hope that one day, whether on the battlefield or in times of crisis, Brother Ding and I can watch over and assist each other, acting as shields for one another!"

Fang Che's words were extremely sincere and earnest.

Ding Jieran also felt his sincerity and nodded. "Me too."

His face had always been stiff, giving the impression that he was someone who rarely smiled or spoke casually. But now, as he spoke, his words came out one by one.

Moreover, his speech was very slow.

He seemed very awkward in communication.

At this moment, even a smile, which pulled the long-stiff muscles on his face, felt somewhat forced.

But this was already the friendliest expression he could manage.

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