The Monarch Of Everlasting Night Chapter 198: As You Wish [For Cigarette Ash, Gloomily Falling - Alliance Extra Chapter 14] - Novel Cool

Chapter 198: As You Wish [For Cigarette Ash, Gloomily Falling - Alliance Extra Chapter 14]

Chapter 198: As You Wish [For Cigarette Ash, Gloomily Falling - Alliance Extra Chapter 14]

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On the platform, Mo Gaiyun and Lu Youlin fought like two ancient giant bears, grappling fiercely.

After rolling and tumbling, they ended up in a draw once again.

Both were left unable to get up.

Their bones were shattered and broken.

Mo Gaiyun lay on the ground, panting and roaring, "Wait for it! My boss, Fang Che, isn't here today! If he were here, he'd beat you...cough, cough, like beating up a son!"

Lu Youlin, struggling to cough, gasped, "When your boss, Fang Che, comes...I'll beat him like beating up a grandson!"

"It's a draw!" the referee declared.

Below the platform.

Several girls looked at Fang Che with peculiar gazes, "Hey, didn't you hear that? They said they'd beat you like beating up a grandson."

Fang Che smiled like a school flower, "It's just a joke, don't take it seriously."

"Pfft."

The girls rolled their eyes.

Ever since they found out that Fang Che was the one, their attitudes changed.

Curious, yet feeling that the distance had suddenly grown.

The fourth battle.

Qiu Yunshang versus An Yunxue.

This battle left Qiu Yunshang completely helpless.

Although An Yunxue was a girl, her cultivation was nearly two levels higher than Qiu Yunshang. Despite her frail appearance, her strength was not to be underestimated.

What made Qiu Yunshang more frustrated was that this delicate girl wielded a weapon as large as a door panel—a massive cleaver!

Qiu Yunshang's sword couldn't get through her defense.

His sword seemed like a mere twig before the massive cleaver held by the delicate girl.

Hoping for her to tire out, but this young lady maintained her fierce momentum throughout the fight. Her strength seemed endless!

Qiu Yunshang was utterly miserable, getting beaten up the entire time.

He didn't even get a chance for close-range combat.

Not to mention water, even the air couldn't get through her defense.

After hundreds of moves, Qiu Yunshang was knocked off the platform.

Heavenly Man Martial Academy wins!

Now, both academies had one victory each.

Inevitably, it came down to the fifth and final battle.

However, Xue Wanshi was the strongest among the new students from Heavenly Man Martial Academy, while Jing Shuanggao was the weakest from White Cloud Martial Academy.

This battle was almost unnecessary, as everyone knew the outcome.

But Jing Shuanggao stubbornly jumped onto the platform.

He'd rather be beaten than surrender without a fight.

Being defeated was fine.

But losing without a fight was unacceptable!

Jing Shuanggao's battle was filled with a tragic undertone.

Xue Wanshi stepped onto the platform.

Before the fight, he asked Yu Zhongge, "Is your boss, Fang Che, really that good at beating you guys like beating up a son?"

Xue Wanshi spoke with a hint of playfulness, a mocking smile on his lips.

Yu Zhongge felt a surge of anger rising from his heart and couldn't help but respond coldly, "Perhaps beating you is even easier than beating a son."

"Good, then I'll beat a son first!"

Xue Wanshi laughed arrogantly, stepping onto the platform with a carefree attitude.

After the fight began, everyone felt something different.

Xue Wanshi dominated the entire battle.

Like a cat toying with a mouse, he pressured Jing Shuanggao, clearly capable of winning earlier but deliberately prolonging the fight to embarrass him on the platform.

A flurry of sword moves.

Indeed, Xue Wanshi's sword skills were exceptional. With each strike, snowflakes danced, as if a heavy snowfall had suddenly descended upon the platform.

Xue Wanshi stood tall, his handsome face holding the longsword, dancing gracefully amidst the swirling snowflakes.

His movements were elegant and free-flowing, like a flowing river.

But his sword moves were deadly!

Jing Shuanggao struggled to defend, retreating step by step.

Yet, he couldn't keep up with the attacks.

Xue Wanshi laughed heartily and sang, "Ten years of sword polishing, who in the martial world can match? Jade sky snow fluttering for ten thousand generations, young master, most graceful!"

He laughed and exclaimed, "Strike!"

Instantly, a drop of blood splattered.

Jing Shuanggao was struck, his blood staining the snowy sword dance like a red plum in the midst of the blood-red snowflakes.

The sight was dazzling and vibrant.

Xue Wanshi became more rampant, his longsword dancing wildly, like a horned dragon, leaving no trace.

Jing Shuanggao defended desperately, but the gap in cultivation levels was too vast, three levels higher than Xue Wanshi, an unbridgeable chasm no matter how brave he was!

Jing Shuanggao's body was covered in wounds, yet Xue Wanshi showed no mercy.

Blood splattered everywhere.

"I heard your boss, Fang Che, is very capable?" Xue Wanshi tormented Jing Shuanggao without haste.

The sword light was dazzling.

"Beating you guys like beating up a son? Haha... Why isn't he here? Why doesn't he come?"

Jing Shuanggao's eyes blazed with anger, "Xue Wanshi, you wait!"

"Good, I'll wait! Jing Family, haha, Third Rank, is it? What rank is Fang Che? Never heard of a Fang family? Beating a son? Haha, is this how you fight? Like how you'd fight me?"

Xue Wanshi mocked, his longsword moving leisurely.

Below the platform.

Yu Zhongge and the others cursed angrily.

Fang Che's gaze turned icy cold.

Jing Shuanggao's blood, splattering on Fang Che's sight, gradually turning into a crimson sky.

But he didn't move.

This was Jing Shuanggao's battle.

S

This is a Martial Artist's honor.

The Dean of Tianren Wuyuan, with a loud voice, says, "Ten Thousand Generations! That's enough!"

Xue Wanshi doesn't stop, smiling, "Dean, I know, but I'm just curious. How come when Fang Che fights me, it's like he's beating up his son? Let me demonstrate. Like this, like beating up his son!"

After saying this, he continues to strike at Jingshuanggao's body with sword after sword, laughing maniacally.

The Dean speaks, but he still doesn't stop.

Jingxuejian, sitting there, reveals a cold smile in his eyes, saying calmly, "The Xue family's descendants are indeed extraordinary. Tianren Wuyuan, as expected, has strict school rules."

The Dean's heart shivers, and his face turns red like a monkey's butt.

If someone else said this, it would be fine, but when the Sword Lord speaks these words, it carries weight.

But Jingxuejian doesn't do anything.

This is the Wuyuan competition.

Whatever he does, it's a loss of grace. For the Dean to strike at a junior of the Xue family?

That's too much honor for him.

Moreover, Jingshuanggao's life is not in danger.

The battle on the stage continues to be one-sided.

Jingshuanggao persists, his heart filled with anger. Today, even if he dies, he won't admit defeat.

Xue Wanshi, you're so awesome, do you dare to kill me?

Try to kill me! Jingshuanggao fights desperately.

The more blood flows, the more intense it becomes.

In the end, the referee can't bear to watch and directly announces Tianren Wuyuan as the winner.

At this moment, Jingshuanggao's mind is clouded, and he stands on the stage, refusing to leave.

Finally, he is carried away.

Xue Wanshi stands on the stage, laughing heartily, "I didn't want to be this crazy, but you have a Fang Laoda, and you want to beat us like his son. Ridiculous!"

His expression turns cold, and he chants, "Heaven produces heavenly men, eight directions heavens want to sink; one step to heaven's gate, one foot treads on clouds!"

After chanting, he laughs heartily, raising his right hand and looking around, "We, Tianren Wuyuan, are the champions! First place! Fang Che? Haha, what is that?"

One foot treads on clouds!

These five words are the ultimate humiliation.

Yuzhongge's eyes burn with anger.

He's about to leave the stage.

The outcome is decided, and Tianren Wuyuan is indeed the first place.

This is an unavoidable situation.

At this moment, a calm voice says, "Fang Che is not something, Fang Che is right here."

It's Fang Che's voice.

Instantly, Yuzhongge, Mogaiyun, and others are mentally shaken, overjoyed, and turn to look.

Did Fang Laoda really come?

Everyone turns to look as well.

They see a black-robed youth slowly standing up in the crowd.

Even among thousands, he stands out, and you can't help but notice him.

Xue Wanshi looks up at Fang Che, shouting, "Are you Fang Che?"

Fang Che nods calmly, "Do you have a problem?"

Xue Wanshi smiles coldly, "Is that so? Can you beat us like your son?"

These words are naturally spoken by Mogaiyun, not Fang Che. But given the situation, Fang Che won't back down.

With a cold demeanor, he says, "I'm not talking about Tianren Wuyuan, I'm talking about you, Xue Wanshi. Indeed, I can beat you like a son! But beating a son, I would feel bad, and beating you, I won't feel bad."

"Arrogant!"

Xue Wanshi shouts, "As expected of Fang Laoda, come up here!"

Fang Che calmly says, "The outcome is decided, and you, Tianren Wuyuan, are already the champions. Why should I go up? Just for a spar?"

Xue Wanshi knows there's a trap in these words, but he dares not say anything.

This is Tianren Wuyuan's honor.

If he dares to say, 'I'll go up, and if I win, it's yours,' then no matter if Fang Che goes up or not, and whether he wins or loses, Xue Wanshi will face punishment from the Wuyuan.

Because he doesn't have the right to push the Wuyuan's honor aside, nor does he have the qualification to decide! So, Xue Wanshi wisely ignores this and says, "You go up, but this represents the highest combat power of your first year. We'll spar. I beat your brother like that, can you bear it?"

"I can't bear it."

Fang Che smiles faintly, "I, Fang Che, will go up to spar with this Xue Young Master. I wonder if the leaders of Tianren Wuyuan are willing or not? Are the leaders of Tianren Wuyuan willing to let me go up?"

The leaders of Tianren Wuyuan secretly curse Xue Wanshi for being reckless.

You got the championship, so why create more trouble? Now, another one appears.

As they consider this, they hear a cold voice saying, "I think a spar isn't bad."

It's Jingshuejian.

The Sword Lord speaks.

Instantly, the leaders of Tianren Wuyuan nod repeatedly, "A spar is good too."

Xue Wanshi laughs, his white robe like snow, splattered with Jingshuanggao's blood, like scattered plum blossoms, pointing at Fang Che, "You come up here!"

"As you wish!"

Fang Che smiles faintly and steps forward.

Step by step, he walks towards the arena.

Under the gaze of the crowd.

The black-robed youth, with unparalleled grace, moves.

As he walks, the dark gold cloak ripples, and in the sunlight, strands of golden light flicker towards the four directions.

It's as if he's walking out from the starry sky.

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(End of Chapter)

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