The Monarch Of Everlasting Night Chapter 363: Battle Against Yan Beihan [10,000 Words] (Part 1) - Novel Cool

Chapter 363: Battle Against Yan Beihan [10,000 Words] (Part 1)

Chapter 363: Battle Against Yan Beihan [10,000 Words] (Part 1)

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The arena was bustling with excitement.

In contrast, the high-ranking officials on the viewing platform, who had just been chatting and laughing, now fell silent.

The friendship competition had concluded.

Tensions rose once again between the competitors.

Ningshueijian, the main force, was the center of attention.

His words were like a catalyst for conflict.

"Vice Supreme Patriarch Xiang..." Ningshueijian, being his usual sociable self, said, "You're still ranked ninth on the Cloud Sword Spectrum? Why not aim higher?"

"I heard you failed to become the seventh vice supreme patriarch? Oh dear, you're so reckless."

"At least prepare yourself before making a move."

"Hey, Vice Supreme Patriarch Yu? What a coincidence, you're listening too? I heard you almost got taken down by Xiang Beidou? Haha, you're so careless."

"Vice Supreme Patriarch Bi? Haha, just the mention of his name makes me laugh. Why did you choose such a name? Bi Changhong... Tsk tsk, even the ladies in the brothels couldn't do that. It's too much trouble..."

The three vice supreme patriarchs were furious, their eyes burning with rage like wolves eyeing their prey. If they could, they would devour Ningshueijian right then and there.

However, Ningshueijian was oblivious to the hostility and approached Duan Xiyang, "Hey, Old Duan..."

With a whoosh, Duan Xiyang's Bone Fragment Dream Spear appeared in his hand, and he thrust it towards Ningshueijian.

Ningshueijian dodged with a swift movement, his face turning pale, "You're aiming for my vital spot..."

Duan Xiyang's aura erupted, and his killing intent ignited.

Ningshueijian quickly moved behind Xue Fuxiao, "Xue Lao Da, let's go at it!"

Xue Fuxiao slapped him on the back of his head, making a crisp sound, and scolded, "Behave yourself!"

Yu Tianqi remained seated, calmly telling Duan Xiyang, "Scare him a little, that's enough."

"If I meet this guy on the battlefield, I'll be the first to take his life!"

Duan Xiyang glared at him, "You're despicable!"

Dongfang Sansan, on the other hand, remained silent. In reality, he had been quiet ever since the King Level Battle, leaving Yan Nan with no clue as to what was going on.

His silence made Yan Nan feel uneasy.

Why did he become silent after the King Level Battle? Even winning the Soul Binding Crystal Heart didn't change his demeanor. What was he thinking? What was he doubting? Yan Nan couldn't ask or interfere; any action he took would be redundant.

...

Fang Che was effortlessly navigating through the crowd of beauties in the World Outside Sects.

His presence was like a jade among mortals, a peerless young master.

At this moment, a saying truly came to life: Walking through a sea of flowers, untouched by a single petal.

His entire being exuded various fragrances.

The school flower's name was even more fitting now.

The air was filled with a mysterious scent, and a white-robed girl with a dignified expression approached Fang Che, "Senior Brother Fang, please give me some guidance. I am Lan Xinxue from the Azure Netherworld Palace."

Someone nearby exclaimed in surprise, "The Saintess of the Azure Netherworld Palace!"

Fang Che's heart stirred, and his face became even more warm and composed, "Junior Sister Lan, there's no need for formalities. Please."

"Please give me some guidance, Senior Brother Fang."

"I'd also like to learn from you, Junior Sister."

The Saintess of the Azure Netherworld Palace indeed possessed exceptional cultivation. Despite her young age, she had already reached the peak of the King Level, putting pressure on Fang Che comparable to that of Wu Shuang and Feng Xiang Dong.

Her sword technique, with its elusive and bizarre nature, was even more impressive.

Fang Che focused his energy and responded with his full strength, smiling, "Junior Sister Lan's sword technique carries the unique essence of the Azure Netherworld Palace. I dare not casually comment on it."

Lan Xinxue attacked with all her might, her face filled with seriousness, "Senior Brother Fang, there's no need for politeness. Please feel free to critique. I was just watching from the side as you gave your comments, and they were all spot-on. I truly admire your skills. This is our Azure Netherworld Palace's Netherworld Sword Technique, which Senior Brother Fang probably hasn't seen before. Let me demonstrate all the sword moves first."

Fang Che smiled warmly, "Junior Sister Lan, you're very thoughtful."

When Lan Xinxue saw his sunny smile, it was like a warm ray of sunshine entering her heart, and her face suddenly flushed, "Senior Brother Fang, I've seen your true colors."

The sword light flickered and spread out.

Fang Che blocked with all his might, while his mind verified the moves.

After a moment, Lan Xinxue calmly stopped and said, "Please give me your critique, Senior Brother."

Fang Che paused for a moment, then said, "Junior Sister's sword technique can be said to be perfect; the moves are slightly lacking in speed, but with faster cultivation, it can be improved. For example, these two moves..."

He demonstrated, and indeed, they were smooth and graceful.

Lan Xinxue was convinced, "Senior Brother Fang, you're too amazing."

Fang Che laughed, his smile as bright as the sun, "Junior Sister is praising me to the skies... Haha, and Junior Sister, your sword technique doesn't quite match your inner state. Have you noticed that?"

Lan Xinxue was shocked, "Senior Brother is truly a sage. Even this can be seen."

Fang Che smiled faintly, his depth unfathomable.

In his mind, he thought, Your Netherworld Sword Technique, as the name suggests, is primarily about sending people to the underworld. You, a young girl, probably haven't even killed a single person, yet you're able to demonstrate such a profound style.

There's nothing surprising about me seeing this; even with my eyes closed, I could guess it.

"Netherworld Sword Technique, Junior Sister, you should consider what the underworld truly is."

Fang Che calmly said, "There must be a mortal world before there can be an underworld, and only with the underworld can there be a path to the netherworld. It's a matter of sequence. Therefore, the Netherworld Sword Technique must be practiced from the beginning of life."

"It's impossible to master it by staying secluded in the sect without witnessing the lives of people outside. You must observe how life progresses from youth to old age, gradually approaching death, and thus, the netherworld."

"Only by experiencing life and death can one truly understand the loneliness, desolation, helplessness, sorrow, reluctance, and the eerie aura and endless deaths associated with the Netherworld Sword Technique."

If one lacks experience, it's useless."

"This is a life of cultivation, a sword technique that has seen the Mortal World."

Fang Che sincerely said, "The power is indeed great, but it's too early for you to cultivate it. If you encounter a master, you might suffer a huge disadvantage in terms of momentum."

Lan Xin Xue was sincerely convinced, "Brother Fang's words are truly wonderful. When I was learning this sword technique, my parents also said I was too young, but what they said wasn't as thorough as Brother Fang's explanation."

She held her sword and bowed, respectfully and admiringly saying, "Brother Fang is truly amazing. If I can go out to gain experience, I will definitely seek your guidance again in the White Cloud Continent. I hope Brother Fang won't reject me."

"How could I reject you?"

Fang Che was a gentleman, graceful as a jade tree in the wind, and his peerless beauty made him smile, "If you come, I wouldn't even have time to go out of the city to welcome you. You are my honored guest!"

Lan Xin Xue blushed, reluctant to leave.

As she walked, she kept turning back.

Her eyes were sparkling, and the shy girl exuded a captivating charm.

"Clap, clap, clap..."

Applause sounded.

Fang Che turned his head and saw that on the opposite side, Feng Yue, Feng Xing, Chen Yin, and others were surrounding Yan Beihan, who was walking towards them.

They were like stars surrounding the moon, their momentum overwhelming, as if crushing everything in their path.

The girls from the World Outside Sects all made way.

The clapping sound came from Yan Beihan.

She walked slowly, clapping her hands gently, creating crisp sounds with a sense of rhythm.

She wore a black robe, with a black cloak over it, concealing her perfect figure. Even without seeing her face, one couldn't help but feel her peerless beauty.

As she walked forward, a cold and distant aura slowly descended.

Yan Beihan's perfect face, with eyes like cold stars, looked at Fang Che and smiled faintly, "Brother Fang, you are truly a talent. Your comments on each sword technique were spot-on and appropriate. Your martial arts prowess is truly admirable. But what I admire most about you is not this."

Fang Che's cold gaze fell on Yan Beihan's face, and he didn't respond.

But since he didn't speak, there must be someone else to respond.

Chen Yin asked playfully, "Then what do you admire most about Brother Fang?"

Yan Beihan's mouth curved into a faint smile, and she said, "What I admire most is Brother Fang's use of the 'Handsome Man's Strategy.' It's truly well-played. You didn't disappoint the heavens for giving you such a handsome face."

Fang Che smiled lightly and said, "Miss Yan's words are well-spoken, but there's one thing you haven't realized."

"What?"

"As the name suggests, only a handsome man can use the 'Handsome Man's Strategy.' Those who are average-looking can't use it."

Fang Che's eyes swept over Chen Yin, Feng Yue, and the others, smiling but not speaking.

Feng Yue was furious, "Are you saying I'm ugly?"

Fang Che smiled.

He just smiled.

But Feng Yue couldn't hold back her anger.

Just as she was about to react, Yan Beihan extended her hand to stop her.

Yan Beihan looked at Fang Che and said slowly, "I also have a few sword techniques I'd like to ask Brother Fang to instruct me on."

"I dare not."

Fang Che refused outright, "I know my own cultivation, and I'm not qualified to teach Miss Yan."

"Hmm?"

Yan Beihan's bright eyes looked at Fang Che's face and said lightly, "Do you know me?"

"No."

Fang Che said, "I knew when Miss Yan was shouting at me from above."

He smiled faintly and said, "Moreover, besides Miss Yan, no one else would dare to come and cause trouble for me."

Clearly, this was a statement about Yan Beihan being spoiled and breaking the rules, relying on Yan Nan's favor.

Yan Beihan was so angry that smoke seemed to rise from her seven orifices, "Fang Che, what do you mean by that?"

"Nothing."

"What do you mean by 'nothing'?"

"Nothing means truly nothing."

"Draw your sword and fight!"

"I don't fight with women, especially those with higher cultivation who want to beat me up. I can't handle this tigress."

Fang Che was honest, "So I won't fight you."

Yan Beihan was furious, "Who are you calling a tigress?"

"These gentlemen are probably male."

Instantly, Chen Yin and the others snorted in anger, their killing intent palpable.

This guy is provoking all of us at once! Yan Beihan narrowed her eyes, exuding danger, and said word by word, "If I insist on fighting you?"

"Even if you insist, I won't fight. It's obvious that you're here to bully me."

Fang Che shook his head calmly, "So I won't fight."

No matter how many clever schemes you have, I'll stick to the rules.

If he says he won't fight, he won't. A man of his word.

"Today is a friendship competition, and there won't be any casualties. Are you afraid to fight? I won't harm your life in front of everyone. What are you afraid of?"

Yan Beihan said, "If we miss this encounter in the martial world today, it won't be as simple as a beating."

Fang Che refused, "I won't fight, period."

He knew that he was no match for Yan Beihan at the moment, even if he used his trump card.

Unless he used his gun!

But that would be a huge problem.

If he used his gun, it would be unstoppable, like a falling galaxy, rushing a thousand miles.

Stopping midway was absolutely impossible.

But if he killed Yan Beihan, his life would be in danger. Even if all the high-ranking members of the Guardian Continent protected him, he would surely die today.

Since that's the case, why should I let myself be a punching bag for Yan Beihan and let her beat me up for fun?

Yan Beihan's beautiful eyes narrowed, and a faint smile appeared on her face. With a subtle gesture of her delicate jade-like hand, she whispered, "You're surrounded by us, and that woman is very nervous."

Fang Che's gaze intensified as he asked, "What do you mean?"

Yan Beihan smiled and said, "The woman, her name is Ye Meng. She lives in the White Cloud Continent, in the Scholar's Residence."

Fang Che's expression changed, and his eyes turned dangerous. "What do you mean?"

Yan Beihan smiled and said, "Azure Wave City."

A cold light flashed in Fang Che's eyes, and he took a deep breath.

Yan Beihan tilted her head back, looking at Fang Che with a mixture of arrogance and disdain. "Do you want to fight or not?"

"Fight!" Fang Che clenched his teeth.

This little girl, she promised me something and hasn't delivered it yet. Now she's here to provoke me!

And she's threatening me!

"But they can't be by my side affecting my performance."

Fang Che pointed at Feng Yue and the others.

"Okay. All of you step back, I'll take care of this."

Feng Yue took a step back and pointed at Fang Che's nose. "Brat, just you wait!"

Fang Che smiled slightly, his bright and handsome appearance was intimidating.

He still didn't say a word.

But Feng Yue's nose was crooked in anger.

...

"Go up to the stage." Yan Beihan's voice was calm as she leaped into the air, her black clothes fluttering gracefully like a black lotus. Her slender figure was elegant and graceful, without a trace of worldly concerns.

Fang Che soared into the air, his white clothes fluttering in the wind. His tall and slender body was like a white cloud, riding the wind as he moved with a carefree and composed demeanor.

The contrast of black and white in the sky immediately caught the attention of the entire audience.

Everyone turned to look, and it was none other than Yan Beihan, the young miss of the Only Righteous Sect, and Fang Che, the King-level Champion of the Guardian, who had come to the stage. The spectators knew that an exciting show was about to unfold, and their eyes lit up with anticipation.

Among the teams from the World Outside Sects, countless young girls shouted in unison, "Brother Fang, give it your all!"

Their voices were crisp and pleasant.

This caused a burst of laughter, as no one expected Fang Che's popularity to have improved so much in such a short time.

Everyone marveled at how being handsome gave him such an advantage.

Ye Meng also shouted, "Go for it!"

Then she pouted, looking at the place where so many young girls were cheering. Her cheeks puffed up again.

Yan Nan finally started talking to Dongfang Sansan, "Let's go up."

Dongfang Sansan replied indifferently, "With your Demon Sect's methods, what's so surprising about forcing him to go up there?"

"Who do you think will win?" Yan Nan asked, stroking his beard with a smile.

"It'll be Yan Beihan, of course!" Dongfang Sansan didn't even have to think about it.

Who is Yan Beihan, and how much cultivation does Fang Che have?

Dongfang Sansan could see through Fang Che's true strength at a glance. Moreover, Fang Che didn't dare to use his ace, so it would be strange if he didn't lose.

Xue Fuxiao and Duan Xi Yang flew up to the stage, personally taking on the role of referees.

When Duan Xi Yang left, Yan Nan understood, but when Xue Fuxiao left, Yan Nan's eyes lit up with a hidden gleam.

Dongfang Sansan's plan was to get Xue Fuxiao to personally escort them!

...

On the stage, Yan Beihan descended like a cotton flower, landing without disturbing a speck of dust. She gracefully drew her sword from its sheath and asked, "Will you use a knife or a sword?"

Fang Che replied without hesitation, "I won't use anything. No matter what I use, I won't be your match. I know you want to beat me up to let off some steam, so I'll just crouch here and let you hit me as much as you want."

Saying so, he hugged his head and crouched down, saying, "Go ahead, do your best!"

Yan Beihan was stunned.

"You're a King-level Champion, and you're this lazy?"

"You still remember I'm a King-level. You, a high-level Emperor-level, came to challenge me. I thought you had forgotten." Fang Che said.

Yan Beihan said, "Stand up."

"I won't stand up."

"I'll suppress myself to the peak of the King-level and fight you."

"Okay."

This was exactly what Fang Che wanted to hear. If he suppressed himself to the peak of the King-level, the beating he would receive wouldn't be too severe.

He immediately stood up.

Yan Beihan hummed in displeasure. This guy was indeed full of tricks, constantly scheming. Such a personality was truly annoying.

"Will you use a knife or a sword?"

Fang Che placed the sword directly on the ground beside him and said, "I'll use a knife!"

He stood up, reached out, and grabbed the knife and its sheath together. With his right hand on the hilt, he swiftly drew the knife!

The blade shone with a dark luster, its edge sharp and menacing, resembling countless evil spirits winking. This was the natural characteristic of the King of Shadows Steel, and the cloud-like patterns on the blade formed ghostly eyes, flashing with a chilling aura.

Swan North Cold looked at Fang Che's sword and asked, "Have you named this sword?"

"I just named it."

"What's the name?"

Fang Che held the sword and as he did, the sun shone upon it, eliciting another round of cheers. With a solemn expression, he spoke with the fervor of a pilgrim, "I name this sword, Nether King!"

Another round of applause followed.

His posture was so cool!

Yan Bei Han, standing opposite him, was taken aback and exclaimed with a face full of black lines, "Change the name!"

Before obtaining the Divine Metal, Swan North Cold had used the King of Shadows Steel to forge her sword, and she had named it Nether King.

The very same sword she held in her hand at this moment.

Now, Fang Che's sword had the same name as her own.

"Why should I change the name?" Fang Che was astonished.

"Because my sword is also named Nether King," Swan North Cold said indignantly.

"A sword and a blade sharing the same name, isn't that a perfect match?" Fang Che replied.

Swan North Cold coldly snorted, and with a clang, her sword released a chilling sword aura, a torrent of energy that suddenly pressed down on him.

This kid dared to tease me.

Before the sword was unsheathed, the sword aura had already filled the sky.

Fang Che blocked the sword with his own, his fingers flicked, and a clear sound rang out, echoing through the clouds.

Like a dragon's roar in the shallow sea, a phoenix's cry in the nine heavens.

Facing Swan North Cold's chilling sword aura, Fang Che recited aloud, "In the three thousand worlds, the red dust surges, countless paths, and few find freedom; the world is treacherous and perilous, who can escape; the rivers and lakes are turbulent, who can calm them; I have a blade, laughing at the world, the hero of the world, the leader of the wind.

(End of Chapter)

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