Chapter 41: With Me Present, No Hero Dares to Speak
Chapter 41: With Me Present, No Hero Dares to Speak
Fang Che had eliminated Mo Guanyun, allowing Qiu Yunshang and the others to breathe a sigh of relief.
In their personal assessments, Fang Che was acceptable, but Mo Guanyun was undoubtedly a formidable obstacle on the path to the championship.
One on the left and one on the right, both men stepped onto the arena simultaneously.
Fang Che, on the left, exuded grace and elegance, his robe flowing like a cloud-walking deity.
Mo Guanyun, on the right, strode with the might of a dragon and the stride of a tiger, his robe billowing as if a moving mountain approached.
One was ethereal, the other solemn.
They were two extremes of contrasting auras! Fang Che fixed his gaze, sighing inwardly.
Mo Guanyun had a remarkably straight gaze.
After observing many people, one learns that those with such straight gazes rarely stray from the path of righteousness.
Fang Che instantly recognized a kindred spirit—a fellow guardian.
Mo Guanyun shared this sentiment, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity with Fang Che.
A subtle feeling of reluctance to fight each other arose within them.
Under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands, they stared at each other for three seconds.
Then, simultaneously, they sighed.
The spectators were baffled.
What's going on here?
Are they going to fight or just sigh at each other?
Are they here to put on a show?
...
"Brother Mo." Fang Che's smile was gentle. "I've long admired your name."
Mo Guanyun, with his distinct features and chiseled face, smiled slightly. "The honor is mine."
"Your name, Brother Mo, is quite intriguing," Fang Che remarked.
Mo Guanyun laughed, "When my father named me, he said his greatest expectation was that one day, no matter where I am, with me present, no hero dares to speak!"
Fang Che chuckled, "I guessed as much. It can't be that you're afraid to speak, haha."
Mo Guanyun laughed, "But now, I feel I don't live up to my name. I still let others speak freely before me."
Fang Che sincerely encouraging, "One day, you'll reach that level. At that time, wherever you are, Brother Mo, with you present, no hero dares to speak!"
Mo Guanyun burst into laughter, "Thank you, Brother Fang! How shall we fight?"
Fang Che replied with a carefree tone, "Seeing you, Brother Mo, I have a plan in mind. I wonder how you wish to fight? Share your thoughts, and I'll see if they match mine."
Mo Guanyun laughed sincerely, "In that case, let's compare our martial arts skills."
Fang Che clapped his hands, "That's exactly what I had in mind!"
Mo Guanyun also laughed, suddenly feeling refreshed.
Human interactions can be quite peculiar.
Sometimes, you just know when you've met the right person.
And when you don't, no matter how long you look, it only confirms your initial judgment: I was right about this person!
They both wore black robes.
With a shared smile, they simultaneously discarded their robes.
On the stage, two agile young men appeared.
Both had tall and slender builds, broad shoulders, straight backs, muscular arms, and long legs.
Their physiques were perfectly proportioned, with Mo Guanyun slightly taller.
One was elegant and refined, while the other exuded masculine energy, like a towering mountain.
"Please!"
"Please!"
In the next moment, they transformed into two hunters in the forest, their silhouettes moved, and a thunderous boom followed.
Mo Guanyun retreated seven steps, while Fang Che, across from him, spread his arms and flew back two zhang like a bird.
As Fang Che's toes touched the ground, his body spun, rolling into a tornado-like flip towards Mo Guanyun.
Their fists clashed!
Mo Guanyun stepped back, his body slightly bent, like a tiger about to pounce. As Fang Che approached, he sidestepped and unleashed a double punch.
It was the most basic yet powerful move in fist techniques.
The Tiger Emerges from the Mountain!
A dull boom reverberated as their fists collided, and they separated once more.
"Impressive!"
Fang Che advanced three steps, his waist lowered and his right fist unleashed with the force of wind and thunder.
"Inspiring!"
Mo Guanyun, across from him, mirrored the move, his bowl-sized fist thundering towards Fang Che.
Their fists met again.
Both men staggered, retracted their fists, and struck again! Their speed increased.
The stage echoed with continuous bangs.
They focused solely on their fists, ignoring other attacks.
This style of fighting was thrilling.
It wasn't surprising to see Mo Guanyun, as sturdy as a tower, engage in such a direct battle.
However, no one expected Fang Che, with his delicate and fragile appearance, to choose the same approach. He refused to yield an inch!
This contrast created a sense of dissonance, yet it also ignited a surge of excitement.
On the stage, their fists clashed like hammering on an anvil, relentlessly pounding against each other. After five hundred punches, neither showed any sign of retreat.
Then, they both roared and stepped back, only to spin and leap back into action.
Their movements were almost identical: one leg planted firmly, the other leg extended for a powerful kick.
The two long legs clashed on the arena, rumbling with each strike. Their calves collided like steel pipes, causing everyone who witnessed it to feel their teeth ache.
Although it was just a battle between two lower-tier warriors, the intensity of their clash made everyone feel like they were witnessing a brutal and extreme fight.
It was as if two celestial bodies had collided! Sparks flew everywhere!
"Such a collision... doesn't it hurt?"
Both male and female students below the stage had an impulse to massage their own legs.
There was no other reason; just watching made their legs feel sore.
"My cousin is so tough!"
Several female students watched with their mouths wide open, their eyes bulging, and their hearts filled with awe.
As the battle raged on above, their hearts pounded with excitement.
"So manly! So manly!"
Several male students watched with their mouths agape, their teeth grinding, "This leg... is it about to break?"
On the stage, it was as if two Tyrannosaurus Rexes were furiously ramming into each other.
Below the stage, Ding Jueran, Qiu Yunshang, Huo Churuan, and Xie Gongping, the four of them, watched the savage battle unfold, their mouths twitching.
A thought rose in their minds: 'Thank goodness I'm not the one fighting up there right now.'
Such opponents were indeed ones that no one wanted to face. Each of them was fearless and relentless, without any fancy moves, just pure brute force! And they could take the hits!
Putting themselves in their shoes, Huo Churuan couldn't help but shudder, feeling a tremor in his calves and imagining his legs had broken.
Qiu Yunshang's eyes were fixed, his mouth twitching, and he couldn't help but move his legs, feeling his mouth and tongue dry.
Even the two referees on the stage were stunned, their mouths agape.
Imagining themselves in a similar clash with an opponent of the same level, they couldn't help but feel their teeth ache, and they secretly moved their legs, swallowing their saliva.
Whether it was at the Martial Academy or elsewhere, it was rare to witness such a thundering clash.
Rumble, rumble, rumble...
The two warriors collided with over three hundred kicks, and a loud roar echoed, "Roar!"
Simultaneously, they both flipped and retreated.
Then, they quickly closed the distance again, swinging their left legs, replacing the right, and colliding with even greater force.
Rumble, rumble, rumble...
Below the arena, a group of onlookers started counting.
"Three hundred seventy-eight! Three hundred seventy-nine!..."
Gradually, over ten thousand voices joined in unison, "Four hundred fifty-one... Four hundred fifty-seven..."
The ground shook, and the mountains trembled.
Although everyone was just spectating, as they shouted, their eyes also revealed admiration for the two warriors.
This battle between the two had almost earned the respect of the entire school.
Setting aside their cultivation levels, the sheer masculinity of their fighting style was indeed rare.
There was not a hint of feigned or evasive maneuvers in their clash.
As practitioners of martial arts, they all knew the feeling; most people couldn't withstand even a dozen such collisions, let alone several hundred.
It was unbearable.
An idea formed in their minds: if they were on the battlefield with these two as allies, they would feel incredibly reassured. This was a warrior's intuition: those who could fight like this were not cowards!
The rumbling on the arena continued, and the counting below grew louder.
They counted up to seven hundred sixty-three! Then, both warriors on the stage roared and leaped backward, simultaneously.
This retreat was exceptionally far.
Each of them reached the edge of the arena.
Fang Che staggered but quickly regained his balance.
Over on Mo Guanyun's side, he also stumbled, his right leg went weak, and he knelt on the ground. But he immediately sprang back up, standing firmly.
The two gritted their teeth and smiled at each other.
Fang Che's smile was especially gentle and warm, "Was it satisfying?"
Seeing this gentle smile, everyone felt a strong sense of dissonance. Was this the same man who had just fought like a raging Vajra? Could he be so gentle and mild-mannered?
"Satisfying!"
Mo Guanyun burst into laughter, and despite his youth, he exuded a grand and heroic aura as if he could swallow the clouds and command the wind.
As his laughter subsided, he turned to the referee and said, "I lost!"
"You lost?" Fang Che was surprised, and everyone else was puzzled. Where did you lose?
It was clearly a draw.
Mo Guanyun said, "Losing is losing. There's nothing to deny. I know how much effort I've put into my martial arts, but you're definitely not on the same level as me. Moreover..."
Mo Guanyun laughed, "If we keep fighting, neither of us will win the championship. We won't get it, and we can't let others take it either. So, I'm preserving some strength for you."
Fang Che genuinely smiled, "I didn't expect you to be so considerate."
"Of course!"
Mo Guanyun smiled, "Besides, I still have much to learn from you, so I can't afford to offend you now!"
His words held a deeper meaning.
Fang Che's eyes flashed with understanding, and he admired, "Good!"
He didn't even bother with false modesty.
Mo Guanyun's eyes lit up, and he didn't take offense, eagerly saying, "You have my word!"
"You have my word!"
Mo Guanyun burst into laughter and leaped off the stage. As he landed, he almost lost his balance, grunted, and immediately started massaging his leg. It was bruised and swollen, with some places even torn and bleeding. He grimaced and said, "It's killing me... Damn! It's so hard, so hard!"
"Fang Che, you're such a beast... In all my years, I've never met anyone with bones as hard as yours."
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(End of Chapter)
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