Chapter 49: Champion
Chapter 49: Champion
"Stop! Fang Che wins!"
The two referee instructors hurriedly jumped up, "It's over, no more fighting!"
One of them quickly dodged and flew out, catching Huo Churuan and stuffing a pill into his mouth.
He flew back to the arena.
Two blades shot through the air with a whoosh, landing simultaneously. Huo Churuan's blade lay horizontally on the arena, while Fang Che's blade descended, severing Huo Churuan's blade hilt and standing upright on the platform.
The red silk fluttered in the wind.
The medical team rushed forward and carried Huo Churuan away.
After a quick pulse check, a smile appeared on their faces, "He's fine, still has energy. Fang Che's attack was well-measured. It's clear he knows his limits!"
Huo Churuan had already lost consciousness, with seven or eight of his bones broken, and only a few teeth left in his mouth. His nasal bone was not only shattered but also sunken.
It was a pitiful sight.
The students in the front row, who were the closest, twitched their mouths in unison.
How could they call such injuries 'well-measured'?
But they didn't know that from the moment Huo Churuan used that bizarre palm technique, most of the instructors at the Martial Academy had felt nauseous!
Under such circumstances, how could they possibly continue to support Huo Churuan?
In fact, they should have stopped the fight halfway through.
But they didn't!
Just to let this guy get beaten up more.
Huo Churuan was highly suspected of being a demonic disciple, and if he was, he deserved to be beaten to death.
If not... well, even if it was just a lesson, don't think you can use any technique in public. This time it's a newcomer tournament, you got the advantage, but if you use it during the inter-school grand competition and get beaten to death on the spot, you won't even have a place to complain!
Fang Che emerged victorious, and on the arena, he once again displayed the kind of sunshine, gentleness, shyness, and sweetness that made him so likable.
With grace and elegance, he bowed towards the direction where Huo Churuan was carried away, "Thank you for your concession, Huo classmate."
Below the stage, everyone had just witnessed this guy beating Huo Churuan like a punching bag, and now seeing his gentle and elegant demeanor, they all felt a sense of contradiction and unity.
They all felt like they had gotten to know him anew.
"So handsome!"
The girls' eyes sparkled.
Versatile in both academics and martial arts, capable of being a gentleman or a rogue, able to fight and endure, and possessing gentleness, Fang Che truly was... Tsk tsk, so manly.
A large cloak flew up from below the stage.
Fang Che calmly put it on.
A faint starlight shimmered around him.
He bowed, "Thank you for your hard work, teachers."
The two referees smiled and nodded, "Go and rest."
"Yes!"
Just then, a voice from below the stage shouted, "Wait!"
A white figure flew up.
It was Qiu Yunshang.
Everyone was taken aback, wondering what he was doing.
Qiu Yunshang flew onto the arena, bowed, and then said to the referees, "I concede!"
"Concede?"
A bitter smile appeared on Qiu Yunshang's lips, "I can't win even if I fight, Fang Che has already broken through the fifth level of the Martial Master realm, and I, Qiu Yunshang, must know my limits. My passion is ultimately no match for absolute strength. Going up again would only result in another beating, so I might as well concede now and save face."
He paused, then said to Fang Che, "I need to save some strength to fight Huo Churuan!"
Laughter erupted from below the stage.
It seemed that Qiu Yunshang had a lot of anger towards Huo Churuan.
A few insiders couldn't help but laugh, and they also recalled the interaction between Fang Che and Huo Churuan before the fight, when Fang Che showed goodwill towards Huo Churuan.
Huo Churuan had said, "I don't have time to make friends with you."
And Fang Che had replied, "Don't blame me for being ruthless today."
Fang Che: I'll beat you every time I see you!
Seeing the current result, he felt an endless sense of irony: You want to be friends with him, but are you worthy?
You didn't cherish the opportunity when it was given to you, and now you're beaten to a pulp. Who are you going to blame?
If only he had shown a smile back then, he wouldn't have been beaten so badly.
He remembered Fang Che's vow: I'll beat you every time I see you.
He had a vague feeling that Fang Che wasn't joking.
Qiu Yunshang's concession surprised everyone, but it also seemed reasonable.
After all, they were facing an unbeatable opponent.
They all understood.
Fang Che smiled warmly and said, "Thank you for conceding, Qiu brother. You saved me from a beating. Haha, I suddenly feel like my heart isn't so heavy anymore."
Qiu Yunshang laughed, "No need to be modest. If I could beat him, I definitely would. But if I can't, then I'll just get beaten. So... Fang Che, this champion title is well-deserved."
"Thank you!"
Qiu Yunshang jumped off the stage.
And the third-place winner was Yu Zhong Ge.
Huo Churuan lay unconscious, completely losing his fighting ability. With his injuries, it would be considered lucky if he recovered within a year and a half, let alone competing with Yu Zhong Ge.
The champion, of course, was Fang Che.
With Huo Churuan defeated and Qiu Yunshang conceding, there was no competition left.
Champion: Fang Che.
Runner-up: Qiu Yunshang.
Third Place: Yu Zhong Ge.
No one disputed Fang Che's championship or Qiu Yunshang's runner-up position.
But Yu Zhong Ge's third-place finish left everyone stunned.
If they remembered correctly, Yu Zhong Ge had drawn two byes in the previous crucial matches.
Now, he had won without even fighting, directly becoming the third-place winner!
What kind of luck was this?
But the key point was that Huo Churuan, in his current state, would not be able to compete with Yu Zhong Ge again.
As for the other powerful individuals like Ding Jueran and Mo Guanyun, if it came to strength, they were probably all stronger than Yu Zhong Ge, yet they had all been eliminated early on!
Yu Zhong Ge, the third place winner, didn't even have a competitor.
"What kind of divine luck is this?!"
Tens of thousands of people were baffled.
Even Fang Che, Qiu Yunshang, Mo Guanyun, Ding Jueran, and others kept staring at Yu Zhong Ge, feeling that this guy was a bit mysterious.
Mo Guanyun clucked his tongue, his face full of disbelief: "This... This kid must be up to something. To have such good luck, not getting beaten up much, and just by walking around a few rounds in this competition, he becomes the third place winner!"
"I almost got beaten to death and didn't even make it to the top four..."
Fang Che's face was also twisted. Compared to his own arduous battles, Yu Zhong Ge hadn't even gotten much dust on his clothes and had already won third place.
Damn, why does it feel so unbalanced?
In the face of everyone's gazes, Yu Zhong Ge also had a helpless look, his forced smile almost stiffening: "It's just luck, really just luck."
All the students who heard him had the same expression.
Even their moods were the same: It's one thing for others to say it, but when you say it, I can't really argue.
...
Then the Martial Academy began to distribute awards.
Prizes for the top ten and top hundred were given out simultaneously.
Fang Che received two supreme Soul Pills, twenty Qi Concentration Pills, two Pulse Expansion Pills, two True Energy Pills, and a hundred academic credits. He also received a gold medal for the champion.
He took them directly.
In an instant, he transformed into a big spender at the White Cloud Martial Academy.
Including the ten points he received upon entering the Martial Academy, Fang Che now had a total of 110 points.
According to the standard that less than two points could buy a sumptuous meal of beast meat for ten people, these 110 points were enough for Fang Che to use for a whole year and still buy medicinal pills and other aids for cultivation!
He became wealthy in an instant.
This immediately drew a large number of envious, jealous, and resentful gazes.
There were also some eager, hungry looks.
Fang Che ignored them all.
He had only one feeling: I've completed my task!
The life-saving secret technique, Blood Burning Technique, was about to be in his hands!
Then the Martial Academy announced a piece of news: The freshmen would officially be assigned to classes and start lessons the next day.
There was a chorus of cheers.
Then the Martial Academy announced another piece of news: The second, third, and fourth-year students would begin their assessments the next day!
And the punishment mechanism was also announced.
Suddenly, the entire large campus was filled with wails that echoed to the heavens!
They had just lost everything in the betting, and now they faced exams! And this time, the exams would almost certainly result in punishment!
This truly was, when it rains, it pours, and when the boat is broken, it meets headwinds!
The senior students who had lost their bets had the phrase "like a bereaved parent" written all over their faces!
Countless senior students began to try to get close to Fang Che: "Junior, from now on, I'll follow you. See you at the dining hall tomorrow!"
Fang Che chuckled: "You lost?"
The senior student's face showed embarrassment: "Lost. Clean and clear."
"Since you lost, you didn't bet on me, right?"
"Um..."
"You didn't even want to bet on me, and now you want to eat with me?"
Fang Che looked surprised: "Senior Brother, what are you thinking? You should eat with whoever you bet on. Why me?"
"Cough... Junior, you're so wealthy now. Besides, isn't it difficult to ask a senior student in financial difficulty for a meal? Junior, think big."
This sentence was a powerful tool for dealing with freshmen.
It was even effective against some senior students.
Few people could withstand this sentence. Generally, they would choose to "have a meal, it's no big deal, just get through the current situation, you can't let freshmen start their Martial Academy life with a bad reputation," and then comply.
But Fang Che was clearly not one of them.
"Senior Brother, you're joking, right? Is it my fault you're in financial difficulty?"
Fang Che had an innocent look.
"..."
The senior student's face showed anger: "Junior Fang Che, why be so petty?"
"Senior Brother, if you're not being petty, why are you being petty about a meal with a junior?"
Fang Che said: "Senior Brother, don't be too petty! Are you even going to save a meal? Are you begging? Are you a beggar?"
"Fang Che, if you're not going to treat us, why use such harsh words?"
Another large hat was thrown at him.
"What do you mean by treating us? Do I owe you a favor, Senior Brother?"
Fang Che asked in surprise: "Those who bet on me don't even count as me owing them a favor, because they won with me, so I don't owe anyone. Why do you, who didn't bet on me, expect me to treat you?"
"Because they bet on others and lost, they can't eat, so they come to the winners who didn't bet on them for a free meal? What kind of logic is this?"
Fang Che asked in surprise: "Who can explain this to me?"
...
Last night, an old reader found me and said, "Why are you still deleting posts?"
I was stunned. It seemed I hadn't done that recently.
So I asked, "New book?"
The guy said: "I read Evil Overlord. I posted two comments, and they were immediately deleted."
I fainted on the spot: "Bro, you're reading a book from over ten years ago. Do I have the interest to dig it up and ban you?"
But this is a bit mysterious. Which book doesn't even have a moderator, just me managing it?
How were they deleted?
Then I told him: "I guess you must have cursed me and suffered divine retribution..."
(End of Chapter)
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