The Monarch Of Everlasting Night Chapter 332: Ninth Lord's Mind Penetrating Blade, Fang Zong's Show of Power (Part 2) - Novel Cool

Chapter 332: Ninth Lord's Mind Penetrating Blade, Fang Zong's Show of Power (Part 2)

Chapter 332: Ninth Lord's Mind Penetrating Blade, Fang Zong's Show of Power (Part 2)

Their attire followed the Guardian Pavilion's official style.

The following day.

Fang Zong was in the midst of assigning tasks.

Suddenly, the Guardian Pavilion sounded the assembly signal.

Confused, everyone went out to investigate. They saw the Pavilion Master and Deputy Pavilion Master present, while on the other side stood a group of people dressed in white with black belts.

Their attire was in the official style of the Guardian Pavilion.

A total of about a hundred people.

"These are the personnel dispatched by the Headquarters' Cold Sword Pavilion to our Branch Pavilion. Everyone, give a warm welcome to our new colleagues!"

"Clap, clap, clap, clap!"

"Thirty people will stay in our Great Hall’s Battle Hall. The remaining seventy will be divided, ten to the Emergency Hall and thirty each to the two Chancellor Halls."

The personnel allocation was complete.

Fang Che’s Chancellor Hall received thirty people.

Two Royal Rank.

Twenty-eight Martial Marquis.

And they were all high-stage Martial Marquises.

Fang Zongling’s collar shone with a Golden Star as he smiled and led them into the Chancellor Hall: "Everyone, get to know each other. These are our new colleagues. Introduce yourselves, and make sure to remember each other’s names. Don't end up in an awkward situation by not knowing your colleagues' names..."

"Ha ha ha..."

Everyone laughed.

But the thirty new arrivals didn’t laugh.

They seemed rather aloof.

The atmosphere became somewhat awkward.

Fang Che glanced around the hall: "There are twenty-one empty seats now. You can choose your seats... Tang Zheng, go to the Logistics Department and request nine more seats."

"Yes."

Tang Zheng immediately turned and went.

"Everyone, please. Let’s start with self-introductions. From now on, we’ll be eating from the same pot."

Fang Che smiled warmly.

"Are you the Grand Overseer?"

One of the white-robed Martial Marquis, with cold, sharp eyes, looked at Fang Che: "So, from now on, we have to listen to you?"

This was quite impolite.

Fang Che frowned: Is this a challenge for power?

Just because of these brats from the secluded sects?

At first sight, Fang Che recognized their origins and wasn’t surprised by their reaction.

These arrogant fellows usually looked down on those in the outside world, so this reaction is normal.

In short, they’re asking for a beating!

"Rude!"

Jing Xiuyun, and others, shouted: "Newcomers, recognize your place!"

Fang Che waved, signaling everyone to back off, then smiled, looking down, and said playfully: "You are correct. From today, you all must listen to me!"

"How about you?"

The thirty faces all turned serious.

"Just me."

Fang Che smiled faintly, his lips curling.

Beside, Hong Er Que Zi, seeing Fang Che’s smile, Shuddered, stepping back.

It’s starting, he’s starting again...

"First, I’m the Grand Overseer, you’re new, no rank yet, just interns. Earn merit, then you’re third-rank Overseers.

"Second, we don’t care about cultivation, only merit counts. See this Golden Star on my collar? Not hard to be Grand Overseer, that’s the first condition.

"Third..."

Fang Che chuckled, "You’re unhappy, thinking your skills are superior. In our Chancellor Hall, if your martial prowess is high, you get respect, even if you can’t be Grand Overseer, because I can’t beat you, I give you leeway.

The Martial Marquis said coldly: "So, you mean... let’s see who’s the better. Which Overseer will demonstrate? Fang Zong?"

Fang Che replied calmly: "Since I proposed it, I’ll demonstrate."

Looking at the thirty, his eyes turned icy: "Who else wants to demonstrate?"

The two Royal Rank experts smiled strangely: "How about, Fang Zong, us two as well?"

Fang Che, laughing, "Don’t make it sound so bad, we’re not donkeys or mules, but since you asked, no problem."

"Ha ha... we’ll see who demonstrates."

The two Royals Coldly, "Then, Fang Zong, beat my juniors first, then us."

"Go, Martial Arena!"

...

Fang Che, without a word, led out.

Surprisingly, the Martial arena was queued.

First Hall’s Overseers were already there.

The current First Hall Grand Overseer was being challenged.

Everyone watched the battle.

First Hall’s Grand Overseer, a Ninth Rank Martial Marquis, held off five, then lost to another Ninth Rank.

Embarrassed, he acknowledged their status, though still under the Grand Overseer’s command, personal authority was lost.

All First Hall’s Original Overseers looked shameful.

Just as the Battle Ended.

Fang Che Stepped forward: "Lei Brother, next is me."

First Hall’s Grand Overseer, Le Hu, seeing Fang Che, asked, "Fang Brother, you’re challenged?"

Fang Che Nodded, "These lords are hard to please."

Le Hu, gritting, "Our Guardian Pavilion’s face is on you, Brother, I just lost face."

Fang Che, patting his shoulder, "Relax."

Though the First Hall’s battle ended, no one left.

Everyone formed a large circle.

Fang Che, walking to the center, stood, "Who first?"

A White-robed Youth Stepped out, "Y Wen, Sixth Rank Martial Marquis, please guide."

Fang Che, glancing, "Lowest?"

"Yes, my cultivation is shallow, skills average, starting with a humble offering."

Y Wen Said.

"You can’t offer much!" Fang Che, standing, coldly.

Y Wen Roared, lunging forward.

Fang Che didn't move a muscle, and just as his momentum reached its peak and was about to descend for an attack, he finally raised his hand, revealing a stark white palm!

With a single slap, he struck out!

The sound of a loud slap reverberated.

His palm met the opponent's, and he immediately countered, slapping the opponent's face. The ferocious force hadn't dissipated yet, and he continued the onslaught, sending the opponent flying horizontally ten zhang away. With a 'puh' sound, the opponent crashed to the ground, unconscious.

The crowd was stunned.

Too savage. No matter how you attacked, he simply responded with a savage slap!

Fang Che's expression remained unchanged as he said indifferently, "Next!"

"I... am a Seventh-Rank Martial Marquis, and I've come to learn from you."

"Slap!"

Fang Che, without changing his expression, slapped the opponent away, and said, "Next!"

"Next!"

"Next!"

"Next..."

Finally, a Ninth-Rank Martial Marquis, just one step away from breaking through to the Royal Realm, stepped forward.

Fang Che finally changed his stance.

But he remained savage.

He clapped his palms towards the opponent's fists, and at the moment of contact, his palms endured two punches. His left hand transformed into a grabbing motion, seizing the opponent's fist and dragging the entire person over.

His knee rose swiftly, and with a loud 'hong' sound, it struck the opponent's abdomen, causing a cracking sound... the sound of breaking ribs.

His right fist thrust out.

Bang! It slammed into the opponent's chest.

The Ninth-Rank Martial Marquis was instantly sent flying three zhang away, and after flying horizontally for thirty zhang, he crashed into the wall, sliding down along the wall's surface.

Blood gushed from the corner of his mouth.

His head tilted, and he fainted on the spot.

"Someone, wake him up. Playing dead won't work. He's under my command, so don't be a useless coward!"

Fang Che stood with his hands behind his back, his face cold, looking at the two Royals, "Both of you, come out and let me teach you."

The two Royals, along with the two Royals in the First Hall, all had solemn expressions.

This Chief Custodian was too strong!

"Fang Che, what an impressive skill, cultivation, and combat prowess!"

A Royal stepped forward, saying, "I am Ping Shansong, currently a Third-Rank Royal. Please give me some guidance, Fang Che."

Fang Che replied indifferently, "Don't be polite. If I want to command you, I must first defeat you. Come on."

As soon as Ping Shansong made his move, Fang Che felt the difference in quality between a Royal and a Marquis.

Ping Shansong's spiritual power was dense and vigorous, with ample endurance.

Obviously, he wanted to engage in a prolonged battle, relying on his deep foundation to win.

But Fang Che had no patience for this.

His first move was a direct clash, as their right fists collided with a loud 'hong' sound.

The entire Martial Arts Arena shook, and Ping Shansong retreated two steps, not because he was at a disadvantage, but to dissipate the force.

However, Fang Che didn't retreat. Instead, he surged forward like a hurricane, taking two steps forward, "Take my punch!"

Ping Shansong inwardly cried out in pain, as the previous punch had caused his finger bones to ache. Before he could adjust, the second punch arrived.

He hurriedly threw a punch.

Another loud 'hong' sound echoed.

Ping Shansong retreated three steps, his entire body trembling in pain. His bones must have cracked...

Fang Che took three steps forward, closing the distance, and with a thunderous flash, he threw another punch.

With a cold laugh, he said, "Want to exchange punches? Then let's do it properly!"

'Hong'!

Ten consecutive punches!

Ping Shansong flew back, his fists covered in blood, even his white bones exposed, and he said bitterly, "I concede."

Fang Che's fists were also drenched in blood, but his expression remained calm. Pointing at the last Royal, he said, "It's your turn, come on!"

The remaining Royal said indifferently, "Fang Che, you should recover your injuries first. Also, I use a sword, and I'm a Fourth-Rank Sword Royal, not proficient in fist techniques."

"A sword?!"

Fang Che extended his right hand, his bloody fist opening, and he wiggled his fingers a few times, revealing a mysterious smile, "In that case, I'll use a knife."

With blood-stained hands, he drew his knife, saying indifferently, "Come on!"

"I am Yun Jianqiu."

The Sword Royal's move unleashed a chilling sword aura.

Everyone's hearts were filled with awe, the Sword Royal was so powerful!

Fang Che's eyes narrowed slightly, feeling a bit disappointed. This Sword Royal was indeed a genius, but compared to Mo Gan Yun and others, he fell short.

Moreover... he had only cultivated to the level of a Sword Royal. If they weren't discussing strength but solely the sharpness of sword aura, he might even be inferior to the former Marquis-level Yan Beihan.

He raised his long knife, and the blade's edge resembled a thundering bolt.

Instantly, a surge of killing intent erupted, overwhelming everyone.

Fang Che leaped into the air, a trail of knife light following him. With a loud shout, he disregarded everything and slashed into the sword net.

'Dang'! Yun Jianqiu's sword light shattered, and he retreated three steps.

Fang Che descended once more.

'Dang dang dang...'

With one knife strike, Fang Che seized the offensive, his knife flashing like lightning, striking and rebounding repeatedly!

The Sword Royal Yun Jianqiu trembled, retreated, trembled, and retreated again.

The crowd fell silent.

Finally, a loud sound reverberated.

Yun Jianqiu staggered and retreated, his sword broken in two. His tiger's mouth was cracked, blood flowing from his seven orifices, and he was in a daze, "I lost."

"You've disappointed me!"

Fang Che, holding his knife, descended, his voice cold, "In battle, you took the initiative, gaining the upper hand with your first strike. But with my first knife, I seized the initiative, forcing you into a passive defense. By the second knife, you were already at a disadvantage... yet you persisted until the nineteenth knife!"

"You could have conceded after the first knife. Do you still practice the sword? Are you still a Sword Royal? Where is the dignity of the sword and the demeanor of a Royal?"

Yun Jianqiu was filled with shame, his face pale.

Fang Che finally took out some medicinal powder and casually applied it to his hand. With a calm expression, he said, "I know you're from a secluded sect, but no matter which sect you're from, once you come here, you must follow the rules!"

"If you don't follow the rules, get out!"

Fang Che scolded harshly, "All of you, your skills are mediocre, but you've learned the arrogance of secluded sects very well! When you become disciples, is this the kind of stinky attitude you learn?"

(End of Chapter)Acknowledged.

"What are you doing in the Guardian Pavilion? You're here to work, not to act like big shots! Bullying the weak, lording over others, noses in the air, and eyes growing on their foreheads!"

"After being beaten, they act like they've lost their parents and are utterly dejected!"

"I'm setting a rule now. Regardless of which sect you're from, under my command, anyone who doesn't behave will face the consequences. Either leave, or get beaten by me every day!"

"The Guardian Pavilion values merit and achievement."

"What are you boasting about in front of these esteemed Custodians with exceptional merits? They may have lower cultivation than you, but the contributions they've made to the continent and its people far surpass anything you can imagine while hiding in your sect and drinking milk!"

"You're all Martial Marquis, Royal-ranked, and Sword Kings!"

Fang Che's voice thundered, "Are you all going to cower now? You're nothing!"

Yun Jianqiu coughed and said, "Fang Zong's cultivation and martial arts are superior, and we acknowledge that. But please, Fang Zong, show some restraint with your words. Our sect..."

"What about your sect? What's so great about it? You're so protective of it, but where is your strength? You, a Fourth Rank Sword King, were beaten by me, an Eighth Rank Marquis. And you still have the audacity to talk about protecting your sect?"

Fang Che disdainfully replied, "Your proud sect produced someone like you? You use your defeat as a badge of honor to defend your sect? That's quite unique!"

Yun Jianqiu's face turned red.

"I don't care which sect you're from, but I advise you not to speak."

Fang Che's voice turned cold, "Shameful! You're beaten like a dog by others, and you still have the nerve to talk about your sect?"

As he spoke, his gaze shifted towards the group from Cold Sword Pavilion in the First Hall. "What are you laughing at? Aren't you from the same sect? If you're not satisfied, come out and show me what you've got!"

The group was stunned.

No one was laughing.

Who... who was laughing?

Moreover, the Third and Fourth Rank Custodians from the other side had been defeated.

What were the Second and Third Rank Custodians from our side doing?

"The Guardian Pavilion values merit and achievement, not background!"

Fang Che's voice and expression were fierce, "Forget about your sects! From now on, if you want to stand tall, go out and achieve something! After the probation period, if you haven't made any contributions, I won't care which sect you're from. You'll all be kicked out!"

"Each of you thinks you're someone important..."

With his hands behind his back, Fang Che walked forward and exited the Martial Arena. As he walked, he said coldly, "Those from the Second Hall, leave now! What are you doing here? Standing around like corpses?"

"All of you, get to work!"

...

The farce finally came to an end.

Fang Zong unleashed his power, suppressing all sixty people from Cold Sword Pavilion.

Even those from the First Hall were scolded by him, feeling humiliated and unable to raise their heads.

This made Lei Hu, the Grand Overseer of the First Hall, grateful beyond words.

If it weren't for Fang Zong's actions, he would have had a hard time leading them. But after Fang Che's incident, the people from Cold Sword Pavilion in the First Hall became well-behaved and no longer dared to assert their presence in front of Lei Hu.

Assigning tasks became much smoother.

Meanwhile, the original members of the Second Hall felt a sense of relief.

What about sects from the outside world?

Once they entered the Guardian Pavilion, with Fang Zong present, dragons had to coil up, and tigers had to lie low!

Anyone who dared to cause trouble would be eliminated!

After returning, Fang Che divided the Second Hall's forces into ten small teams, each augmented by three members from the Cold Sword sect.

He appointed team leaders, "Take them out to work. If anyone doesn't listen, report back to me. I don't want disobedient soldiers. Send them back to their sects to drink milk! If you don't report, you'll all be dismissed!"

"Yes!"

"As for your team, you'll replace Zuo Guanglie, the Custodian, in patrolling the north city. I've assigned a Royal-ranked leader to you. Remember, if anyone disobeys, report back to me."

"Yes."

"Along the way, make sure to inform them of my rules. I don't want to repeat myself!"

Finally, Fang Zong roared, his voice echoing like a tiger's in the mountains.

"All of you, get out and work! Achieve something!"

With a loud shout, the crowd dispersed.

Fang Zong was truly terrifying!

Whether it was because of his anger or not, everyone felt that the cold and indifferent aura surrounding Fang Zong had intensified over the past few days.

Before, he was like a lone wild goose, but now he resembled a solitary and cold-hearted wolf.

...

The newly arrived members from Cold Sword Pavilion lost their arrogance and began inquiring about Fang Zong's background.

The question made the veterans laugh.

"Fang Zong has only been in the Guardian Pavilion for half a year. Six months ago, he was an intern like you. He was promoted to a Level 2 Silver Star Custodian within two months, then advanced to a Golden Star Custodian, and last month, he became the Grand Overseer!"

"He accumulated merit by killing Demon Sect demons and didn't even claim the reward points!"

"Fang Zong has killed over a thousand Demon Sect demons in these past months!"

"Fang Zong directly challenged the Deputy Pavilion Master, saying, 'If you have the guts, expel me!'"

"Fang Zong openly defied Zhao Zongguan, the Grand Overseer of the Southeast Headquarters!"

"Ningsnow Sword treated Fang Zong warmly!"

"What do you think his background is?"

The Curvaceous Beauty of the Cold Sword Sect

Fang Zong... is so formidable? Each of these incidents, why do they sound like exaggerated boasts? But the unanimous testimony of the Cold Sword Sect members was enough to prove that this was no exaggeration!

Everyone from the Cold Sword Sect was convinced.

There was such an extraordinary person in this world!

End of Chapter

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