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Chapter 42: Feast for the Eyes
Chapter 42: Feast for the Eyes
Fang Che smiled on the arena and bowed sincerely, "Many thanks to Brother Mo for his generosity."
He then stepped down steadily,
His strides were steady, and his expression remained calm and unchanging.
The Boundless Sutra quietly circulated, flushing through his leg meridians over and over, gradually healing his injuries.
Taking the large cloak passed by Fang Qingyun, he draped it over himself and stood at the front of the crowd, watching the stage.
It was clear he was there to watch his opponents fight.
He stood tall and straight, like a deep pool and towering mountain. It seemed as if he didn't care about the legs that had just clashed over seven hundred times, or perhaps they had no effect at all.
At this moment, everyone realized who had won and who had lost in the previous battle.
It was clear at a glance.
Indeed, Mo Guanyun had lost.
But even though he lost, everyone still dared not underestimate him. Instead, everyone felt the same way: he was indeed a real man.
...
In the battle of thirteen advancing to seven, except for Jing Shuang Gao, who had a bye, everyone else indeed brought out their true skills.
Even Ding Jueran and the others couldn't achieve a one-hit victory.
Each of them was entangled in a fierce battle.
Finally, the top seven were decided: Fang Che, Ding Jueran, Qiu Yunshang, Huo Churuan, Xie Gongping, Jing Shuang Gao, who had a bye, and one person who was beyond everyone's expectations.
Yu Zhong Ge!
This person, who was originally ranked eleventh, was indeed a strong opponent who had caught up and was still in the running.
Next was the seven advancing to four.
It was clear that one person would have a bye again.
The championship was just around the corner.
Below, at the betting area, there was a buzz of voices and chaos.
After this battle, everyone saw Fang Che's potential, and he was indeed a strong contender for the championship.
Who wouldn't want to take advantage of this? But now, the betting area was closed.
No more bets!
According to the instructors: It's better to wait until the champion is decided before placing your bets! That way, you're guaranteed to profit.
So, there was a chorus of wailing in the grand field! Although the suspense remained, many had already lost their chance to recover their losses and were resigned to their fate.
Because the people they had bet on were now eliminated.
A referee specifically approached Fang Che and asked, "What's the matter?"
Fang Che moved his legs slightly and smiled, "No problem!"
"Don't show off."
"I'm not showing off."
"Good."
The referee then announced, "The seven advancing to four will take place after lunch."
Fang Che slightly moved his legs, feeling the Boundless Sutra's healing effects, and couldn't help but look at Mo Guanyun across from him.
He felt like he had just been kicking a steel bar. It was truly painful, but Fang Che endured it.
In fact, even if it were more severe, and his leg bone had cracked, as long as it wasn't completely broken, and the outcome was undecided, Fang Che could continue without changing his expression.
The toughness of an old hand: a broken leg is better than losing one's life.
As Fang Che moved, he couldn't help but feel like laughing.
Mo Guanyun's legs were indeed tough, but unfortunately, his cultivation was not as orthodox as Fang Che's, and his cultivation level was slightly weaker.
Martial Master Third Level!
With the cultivation level of a Martial Master Third Level, Fang Che naturally had no issues when clashing legs with Mo Guanyun.
However, his leg still hurt a lot. Fortunately, it had mostly recovered.
When Mo Guanyun caught Fang Che's gaze, he laughed and then took large strides towards him, his pant legs still rolled up, revealing a shocking sight of bruised and discolored calves.
It gave off a rather strange feeling.
Mo Guanyun walked over as if no one else was around, casually putting his arm around Fang Che's shoulder and asking, "Hey, doesn't it hurt?"
Fang Che's expression remained unchanged, "Who told me to win? Even if it hurts, I have to pretend it doesn't."
"Hahaha..."
Mo Guanyun laughed again, causing those who knew him to look at him sideways. When did this big guy become so fond of laughing?
"Later, hit hard!"
Mo Guanyun pointed at Huo Churuan and the others without hesitation, saying, "These guys don't seem like they're used to hard collisions. Just force them to crash a few times, and they'll be grinning and bearing it, unable to move comfortably."
This statement indeed hit the soft spot of these few people.
Ding Jueran stood alone on the side, his expressionless face seemingly not hearing a word, showing no reaction.
This person stood amidst the crowd, but he gave off the feeling of being alone in a vast desert.
No matter how many people were around him, he was always alone.
Huo Churuan and the others glared at Mo Guanyun, but he didn't care at all, glaring back at each of them, "What's the matter? If you're not satisfied, why don't we have a match first?!"
Huo Churuan and the others turned their heads and rolled their eyes.
The seven advancing to four was in the afternoon, and these guys would have to be crazy to challenge Mo Guanyun, who had the strength of a champion, now!
Even if they won, it wouldn't be worth it.
They turned away.
Qiu Yunshang looked at Mo Guanyun and said, "After this, let's find an opportunity to have a real match!"
Mo Guanyun's eyes lit up, "Good!"
Then, the draw began.
Fang Che was still the first to draw.
He took the sign in his hand, and across from him, someone else looked up, filled with fighting intent.
Ding Jueran!
In the battle of seven advancing to four, Fang Che encountered his second mission target.
The others drew their lots, and Yu Zhong Ge had a bye, which made him breathe a sigh of relief. The previous few opponents were like beasts, and avoiding one match would save a lot of energy.
He was genuinely afraid of breaking a leg or an arm in a match, which would basically mean he couldn't continue.
Fang Che smiled at Ding Jueran, his expression unusually amiable, and said, "Brother Ding, I've long admired your name. Rest well at noon, and this afternoon, you and I will have a good time together."
Ding Jueran was surprised by Fang Che's amiability and froze, his face stiffening as he replied, "You too!"
With just these three words, he turned and walked away with a stiff face.
Fang Che was taken aback.
He had always been known for being frugal with his words, but today he had met someone who was equally so? Soon after, the crowd dispersed.
Fang Che couldn't return home and was caught by Fang Qingyun, who took him to the Martial Academy's dining hall.
Accompanying them were four girls with smiling faces, brimming with joy, and eight boys with dejected expressions, as if they had lost their parents.
Fang Qingyun asked sympathetically, "You lost again?"
"Yes..."
The eight boys were almost in despair, and one of them said, "We all bet on Mo Guanyun. But you beat him."
Fang Che: "..."
But after thinking about it, it made sense.
These guys hung out together every day, and if one of them analyzed and predicted Mo Guanyun's high chances of winning, they would all bet on him.
This was the case of going all in together—boys usually acted this way.
It was either a complete victory or a total defeat.
It seemed there was no complete victory this time.
If it had been a group of girls hanging out together, their bets would have been different. Perhaps they would have agreed on the surface but secretly bet on different targets.
"Cousin, you've been keeping it too much to yourself... Why didn't you give us a hint?"
The eight boys were filled with sorrow.
Fang Che looked helpless: "Who were you guys betting against? Honestly, even if you had bet on me, there was still a chance of losing. We're all freshmen, and no one can guarantee a sure win."
The crowd listened, and it made sense.
Just then, the food was served, and the eight boys turned their grief into gluttony, devouring the food like a whirlwind.
One by one, they patted Fang Qingyun's shoulder: "Bro! I'll follow you for the next six months."
Fang Qingyun widened his eyes: "It seems you guys even bet your meal money?"
The eight boys looked miserable.
One of them turned his pockets inside out, hanging them outside, his face pale: "Not a single point left!"
"Pfft!"
Several girls burst into laughter, their faces flushing.
Fang Che curiously asked, "Sister Liu, what about you four?"
"We're different!"
Sister Liu proudly said, "From the very beginning, even before the first match, we bet on you!"
Fang Che was impressed: "You have great insight. I hadn't shown anything back then."
Sister Liu gave a dry laugh and said, "It's not that we hoped you'd win, but we wanted to see more of you. 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 later?"
The other girls nodded in agreement: "Cousin, your face is so handsome. I can eat half a bowl more just by looking at it."
"I can eat an extra bowl."
Fang Che was stunned: Is this possible?
Another girl said, "And we didn't bet much. It's just a feast for the eyes. Whether we win or lose, we don't really care."
Fang Che's face turned black with lines: ...
Feast for the eyes?
When did this phrase start being used for me?
The meal was sumptuous.
Fang Qingyun treated them to a feast, with beast meat and vitality-restoring congee.
When the bill was calculated, Fang Che was shocked: "This meal only costs two points?"
"Of course."
Fang Qingyun explained, "You think these points are easy to come by? If not for supplementing you, these two points would be enough for me to treat them to meals for seven days."
"..."
Fang Che's face was filled with disbelief: "This currency is... too tough!"
...
In the blink of an eye, it was afternoon.
The opening act was Fang Che's!
On the arena, Fang Che stood tall in a black robe with dark golden patterns, his hair and sleeves fluttering in the wind, and the dark patterns undulating.
Unconsciously, there was a sense of 'fragility and gentleness' about him.
However, Ding Jueran, standing across from him, was on high alert! Having witnessed Fang Che's powerful combat in the morning, Ding Jueran was not fooled by Fang Che's 'gentle' posture.
The two stood facing each other, their eyes locked.
Fang Che spoke first: "Brother Ding, it hasn't been easy for you to get to where you are now. I, Fang Che, understand your struggles. Before the arena battle, I have something to say, and I hope Brother Ding will listen carefully."
Ding Jueran's rigid face showed a hint of surprise, and he said, "Go ahead."
"Brother Ding, you are a true talent among men. I, Fang Che, do not wish to be your enemy. Moreover, the arena competition is just a teaching method of the academy, and there should be no grudges or enmity. I hope Brother Ding agrees with my words."
Ding Jueran nodded and said, "Of course."
"Therefore, regardless of the outcome of this battle, I hope we can become friends through martial arts. I hope we can encourage each other to improve in the future, and I hope that one day, on the battlefield or in times of crisis, we can support and protect each other!"
Fang Che spoke with utmost sincerity and honesty.
Ding Jueran also felt his sincerity and nodded in agreement: "Me too."
Ding Jueran's face had been stiff, and he seemed like someone who rarely smiled. As he spoke, his words came out slowly, one by one.
His speech was very slow.
Fang Che was not good at socializing.
At this moment, Fang Che smiled, moving the muscles on his stiff face, but it still seemed a bit forced.
But this was the friendliest expression he could manage.
(End of Chapter)
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