Chapter 67: Can't We Be Friends?
Chapter 67: Can't We Be Friends?
The flames of war finally reached Huo Churuan.
Huo Churuan slammed his chopsticks down with a snap, sat upright, and glared coldly, his eyes like icy lightning, "Fang Che, are you looking for trouble?"
"What the hell do you want!"
Fang Che responded without a hint of politeness, "I'm here to chat with my fellow villager, what's it to you? Do you have the right to speak?"
Huo Churuan panted heavily, slamming the table and standing up, "Are you looking for a fight?"
"Can you beat me? It's laughable that you're talking about fighting in front of me."
Fang Che looked at him with disdain, "Are you still sore from the last beating?"
This sentence was truly heart-wrenching.
Huo Churuan huffed and puffed, his eyes shooting flames, and his fists clenched tightly.
But Fang Che ignored him, turned around, and with a snap, slapped Wei Zihao across the face, "What, now that you're close to Huo Churuan, you don't recognize your fellow villager anymore? You're nothing but a highway robber!"
Wei Zihao's face turned deathly pale.
The others looked on with complex expressions, a hint of understanding in their eyes.
Highway robbery?
There was more to Fang Che's words than met the eye.
"Fang Che, don't you dare slander me!"
"Me, slander you? Last time in the forest, who sent people to rob me? Who was that bastard?"
Fang Che humphed, "Wei Zihao, if you say this today, 'The person who instructed others to rob Fang Che outside the forest, his entire family are sons of turtles and bastards!' I'll let you off today!"
Why would Wei Zihao dare to call himself a bastard?
With eyes shooting flames, he said, "Fang Che, you're being unreasonable. Is that enough?"
"Not enough! If you say I'm being unreasonable, then why don't you dare say this?"
Fang Che stared coldly at him, "Say it, say it and you'll be cleared of suspicion. Calling such a despicable person a bastard, saying he's the son of a man who wears a green hat, is it that hard?"
Wei Zihao refused to speak.
"You actually dare not say it!"
Fang Che kicked out.
A loud boom.
Wei Zihao was sent flying by the kick and crashed into Huo Churuan's table.
The angle was just right.
Huo Churuan's food bowl flew up.
No one expected Fang Che to take action in the dining hall, and before they could react, the soup splashed all over Huo Churuan.
Huo Churuan's head was covered in vegetable leaves, and his chest was drenched in soup.
A snap, and a piece of monster meat fell from his hair onto the ground.
"You!"
Huo Churuan was furious.
He had a fiery temper, and at this moment, he couldn't hold it in anymore.
Just then, a spoon flew out from the kitchen and landed on the table with a clatter. A voice said, "The dining hall is a place to eat. If you have something to say, take it outside."
From this sentence, everyone understood that Wei Zihao's matter was definitely true.
Fang Che hadn't lied.
It was perfectly reasonable for Fang Che to cause trouble.
As for Huo Churuan, everyone had witnessed the arena combat. Naturally, they were even more aware of the situation!
The conflict had finally erupted.
"I'm done eating!"
Huo Churuan wiped his mouth and glared at Fang Che, "Outside?"
"You're done? Then leave."
Fang Che sat casually at Mo Gan Yun's table, looking at the freshly served meal, "I'm not done yet. Huo Churuan, the dining hall is a place to eat, what kind of manners are these? What kind of quality do you have?"
Huo Churuan and Wei Zihao were so angry their hair stood on end, their faces turning ashen. They glared at Fang Che, wishing they could swallow him whole, chew him up, and spit him out immediately to relieve themselves.
Huo Churuan huffed, and then huffed again, unable to hold it in.
Mo Gan Yun's towering figure rose, and he scolded, "What are you huffing about? Is there something wrong with your nose? Are you giving me attitude?!"
Fang Che had just enjoyed beating and scolding, and Mo Gan Yun was envious.
This was true arrogance. Compared to Fang Che, Mo Gan Yun felt like a weakling as a clan heir.
He only regretted that he hadn't been robbed by Wei Zihao. Why hadn't Huo Churuan fought with him? Now, someone dared to huff at him? He finally had a reason to get involved.
Naturally, he stood up without hesitation. If Huo Churuan dared to say a single word, Mo Gan Yun would immediately explode, smoothly placing himself in the midst of the conflict.
But Huo Churuan ignored him, his face ashen, and left the dining hall.
Mo Gan Yun raged, "Why aren't you talking? You dare to huff at me... Damn it... Why are you walking so fast?"
Huo Churuan and Wei Zihao had already walked far away.
Mo Gan Yun was frustrated.
Why didn't they scold me?
Mo Gan Yun panted, having avoided getting into trouble. He felt even angrier than Huo Churuan.
"Forget it, forget it. Let's eat."
Fang Che pulled Mo Gan Yun to sit down.
Mo Gan Yun's face was red with anger. He sat down, grabbed a large bone, and with a crack, bit it in half, "You make me so mad!"
The others looked at Fang Che with surprise. Was that it? How could it end like this?
Fang Che had deliberately created this conflict, how could it end so abruptly? But the rules of the martial arts academy were clear, the dining hall was a place for eating.
The two finished their meals in a flash.
After lunch, everyone returned to their classrooms to cultivate, a tradition of the academy. In the classrooms, there were arrays that analyzed spiritual crystals and essence, allowing cultivators below the grandmaster level to absorb and utilize them.
Every moment of cultivation strengthened their abilities.
So, no one missed this opportunity.
But Fang Che only cultivated for half an hour before standing up and leaving.
Mo Gan Yun sat cross-legged, his eyes shifting as he watched Fang Che's departing figure. He quickly stood up and followed eagerly.
They searched for a while until they finally found Class Eleven.
Huo Churuan and Wei Zihao were in this class.
At this time, the instructors were usually not around during the afternoon break.
They arrived at the classroom door.
Fang Che didn't hesitate for a moment.
He lifted his foot and kicked the door open with a loud boom.
A hundred students inside turned their heads in unison.
Fang Che stood at the doorway, his demeanor calm and refined. "I'm here to find two people. Are Wei Zihao and Huo Churuan here?"
By now, the news of the dining hall incident had spread.
All hundred students wore complex expressions.
No one expected Fang Che to be so brazen as to barge in like this.
They couldn't help but recall the day of the Grand Competition, when Fang Che publicly vowed: "Every time I see you, I'll beat you up. If I can't find you, I'll go looking for you to beat you up!"
Could this be the fulfillment of that vow?
Sitting in the middle of the class, Wei Zihao's complexion stood out even more.
Fang Che's suspicions deepened.
Although he didn't know the reason, he could take the opportunity to beat someone up.
There was a personal grudge.
If Wei Zihao couldn't take it anymore, he would use whatever cards he had, and Fang Che could analyze the situation later—he was quite pleased with his approach.
This led to a new idea: in the future, he should offend more people at the Martial Arts Academy.
After all, there was a reason for causing trouble: they had a personal grudge!
"Wei Zihao!" Fang Che called out from the doorway, his finger wagging arrogantly. "And Huo Churuan, if you're a man, come out!"
Of course, Wei Zihao didn't come out.
He knew that if he did, he'd get beaten up. So he sat in his seat with his head down, not moving an inch.
But Fang Che's target wasn't him; it was Huo Churuan. Wei Zihao could play turtle all he wanted; after all, they still had five years of school together.
There would be plenty of opportunities.
Huo Churuan, his eyes blazing with anger, already standing up and striding out.
"Fang Che! Today I'm going to beat you to death!" Huo Churuan roared.
Fang Che stood at the doorway, not moving aside as Huo Churuan approached.
Huo Churuan let out a loud shout and threw a punch.
Fang Che blocked it.
Huo Churuan attacked with his palm.
Blocked.
Elbow strike.
Blocked.
Eye gouge, blocked.
Knee strike.
Blocked again!
Suddenly, a cyclone formed at the doorway.
Both of them moved swiftly, creating afterimages in the blink of an eye, making it hard to see clearly.'
Everyone had sharp eyes, and they all gasped. The two were fighting at the classroom door, using only their fists and feet, and avoiding large-scale clashes to prevent damage to the surroundings.
But their speed and ferocity were absolutely breathtaking.
At least among peers, very few could withstand such an exchange.
A loud slap-like sound echoed.
It seemed like someone had been slapped.
Immediately, they heard Huo Churuan's furious roar.
Then another slap-like sound.
And then, the slapping sounds became more intense.
Huo Churuan's roars followed one after another.
A bit of red liquid splattered, landing on a student in the front row. When he touched his face, it was red.
"It's blood!" someone exclaimed.
After a series of clashing fists and palms.
A loud bang.
Huo Churuan staggered backward, but Fang Che's body tumbled in the air, leaning forward, and his leg shot up like a meteor, his knee smashing into Huo Churuan's chest as he retreated.
Boom! Huo Churuan flew up and crashed into the wall, causing the entire building to shake slightly.
Huo Churuan bounced back and fell to the ground, his hair suddenly disheveled.
He groaned, wobbled, and stood up with support. Everyone saw that Huo Churuan's eyes were already black and blue, his nose was flattened, his cheeks were swollen, and his lips were split.
Thick blood oozed from the corners of his eyes, mouth, nose, and ears.
The entire class fell silent.
Was he beaten so badly?
Huo Churuan, his eyes red with anger, glared at Fang Che and roared before charging again.
This time, everyone saw clearly.
Fang Che stood at the doorway, unmoving. He stretched out his hand and punched, deflecting Huo Churuan's fist, and then slapped Huo Churuan's face with a loud smack, causing Huo Churuan's head to jerk to the side.
Blood flew from his mouth in an arc.
Fang Che grabbed Huo Churuan by the collar with one hand, blocking Huo Churuan's knee strike with his raised leg.
He smashed a punch into Huo Churuan's face.
Another punch.
And another! Holding Huo Churuan with one hand like a rag doll, he rained punches onto his face.
Bang! Bang! Bang! With each loud impact, the hearts of the students in the class pounded wildly.
Was this too brutal?
"Fang Che!" The class president stepped forward. "Although there's a personal grudge, if you keep beating him, someone might die."
Fang Che stopped and released Huo Churuan.
Huo Churuan fell to the ground like a limp noodle, his eyes fixed on Fang Che with intense hatred. His eyes, swollen to slits, flashed with malevolence.
Fang Che looked down at him, standing tall. "You're no good at fighting, yet you provoke me. Now that I've beaten you up, do you feel better? Scum!"
He spat, sending a mouthful of saliva onto Huo Churuan's face.
Fang Che said, "Don't provoke me again. Can't we just be friends?"
Chapter 43: The Couch, the First Chase, and the Beginning of the Three-Chapter Update
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