Chapter 673: Win One Battle, Lose One Hundred Million [Two-in-One]

Chapter 673: Win One Battle, Lose One Hundred Million [Two-in-One]



Then, Fang Che and Xue Yihong both realized another thing: the other's knife (sword) was also Divine Metal.

Because in the midst of the clashing, they could clearly feel the spirits within the blades and swords devouring each other for a moment, neither gaining the upper hand.

This was thrilling for both of them.

At the same time, a surge of inexplicable battle intent rose.

One had been guarding the extreme cold region for many years, with countless enemies slain by his sword, while the other had fought from the Guardian Continent to cultivate the Gu and ascend to godhood, leaving behind mountains of dry bones.

But the power of the Divine Metal's spirits was also evenly matched! Neither was superior!

A formidable opponent!

Xue Yihong braced herself.

A rival!

Fang Che also heightened his alertness!

A thought crossed Fang Che's mind, and he unleashed the Heaven-Supporting Blade with all his strength, transforming it as he did so. But Xue Yihong's long sword suddenly unfolded, its blade emitting a chilling light, and in an instant, it broke through, closing in on him.

The Heaven-Supporting Blade, lacking its essence and soul, was directly shattered by Xue Yihong's sword.

But this was intentionally done by Fang Che. With a turn of his body, the Heaven Hating Blade roared out.

In that instant, on the arena, starlight dazzled, suddenly flashing and blinking, the starry sky shifting, and the starry river suddenly lit up.

A thunderous burst of evil aura, fiercely unleashed, and the tens of thousands of people in the front rows simultaneously felt countless fierce ghosts with bared fangs and claws rushing towards them!

Fang Tu's voice resounded amidst the evil aura: "This is the Sky-Slaying Blade, the first form!"

Xue Yihong's voice was ethereal: "The Sky-Slaying Blade, indeed domineering!"

The long sword suddenly transformed into a Thousand Mile Ice Lock, Ten Thousand Mile Snowfall, and the silver dragon descended, rushing towards them.

The snowy starry sky intertwined once more.

But in the hearts of the Jianghu people below, each felt a chill: the Sky-Slaying Blade!

Is this Fang Tu's sword technique? No wonder he has killed so many people... The Sky-Slaying Blade, just hearing its name, exudes a killing intent that reaches the heavens!

The dense and continuous sound of clashing blades and swords suddenly rang out.

Just listening to this sound was like a torrential downpour in the sky. Aside from Yang Luoyu, Dong Changfeng, and a few others, no one else could distinguish how many blades and swords these two had exchanged in this moment.

A thunderous explosion sounded.

The blades and swords simultaneously clashed with a loud ring.

Those nearby only felt their eardrums about to burst from the impact.

Two silhouettes, one black and one white, separated clearly in the air, one on the left and one on the right, lightly floating down.

But as the blades and swords crossed, they fiercely exchanged a palm strike!

The black shadow soared, starlight flashing, and as it landed, it transformed into a phantom starry sky once more.

The white shadow floated, snowflakes scattering, and as it landed, it also transformed into a blizzard sky.

Anyone could see that these two were truly unwilling to lose, and gradually, they began to employ desperate moves, shifting from the initial mutual appreciation to the intense mid-game clash!

"Seven hundred moves!"

Dong Changfeng smirked: "Luoyu, can you tell who has the upper hand?"

Yang Luoyu stared intently, saying: "Seven hundred and thirty moves, evenly matched. In my opinion, neither has the advantage right now."

"Yes."

Dong Changfeng stared intently, saying: "Fang Che is here. If we must decide a winner, Fang Che should be slightly superior in his mental state. If we must determine a victor, Fang Che should ultimately win narrowly.

Yang Luoyu was now perplexed. He knew he couldn't beat Dong Changfeng.

But how could his vision be so lacking?

Could Fang Che win? How come I can't see it?

Unwilling to accept it, he seriously watched again for a while, finally furrowing his brows: "Brother Dong, how can you tell?"

Dong Changfeng said solemnly: "It's very clear."

Very clear?

Yang Luoyu was perplexed again, so he observed for a while longer, but it was still an evenly matched battle.

"Little brother doesn't know, please enlighten me, Brother Dong."

Enlighten?

Dong Changfeng couldn't possibly enlighten him on this. In fact, like Yang Luoyu, he saw an evenly matched fight, and he could tell that both were giving their all.

But Dong Changfeng was very clear about one thing... Fang Che also possessed the Overlord's inheritance!

With the Overlord's inheritance, how could Fang Che possibly lose?

But how could Dong Changfeng say this?

So he said lightly: "Luoyu, your eyes... still need more training."

Yang Luoyu scratched his head and began to watch the two's sparring more intently.

I don't believe it. There's no way Brother Dong can see something I can't.

But as he watched, until he saw one thousand five hundred moves, Yang Luoyu finally conceded with a sigh.

"Brother Dong, you're still formidable. I still can't see it."

Dong Changfeng thought: I can't see it either!

He said: "You're still Brother Dong, you're still Brother Dong."

Yang Luoyu was perplexed, deciding to find Yu Tianqi or Rui Qianshan to torture himself when he returned.

With such a large gap in strength, the gap in their vision is also so significant!

If I don't work harder, I won't even be able to see Brother Dong's back.

The entire venue fell silent, everyone staring wide-eyed at the two as they maneuvered on the small arena, beams of light shooting out.

It was truly a fierce battle between dragons and tigers.

Some people's eyes stung, tears even flowing out.

Every member of the Xue family had solemn expressions.

They never imagined that Fang Tu could fight Xue Yihong to this extent!

The Xue family sent Xue Yihong, truly deploying their second-to-last generation's strongest.

In their previous expectations, even if Fang Tu was a formidable figure who shook the world, he was only at the third-rank of the Venerable level.

Although Xue Yi Hong was also at the third rank of the Venerable level, she had once killed a Sage at the eighth rank in a one-on-one battle! Such a gap was like heaven and earth.

In their initial speculation, Fang Tu would likely show signs of defeat within a hundred moves.

Xue Yi Hong, wanting to give Fang Tu some face, planned to fight for around a thousand moves before gracefully letting him lose.

This was the correct plan.

Why had the situation on the stage reached such a critical point? As family members, the Xue family could clearly see that Xue Yi Hong had already exerted her full strength, holding back only a few of her ultimate killing moves. She was truly giving it her all.

"Could it be that Fang Tu, at the third rank of the Venerable level, can defeat an eighth-rank Sage?"

The white-haired ancestor of the Xue family almost popped his eyes out.

Xue Yi Ren, who had been standing by without much presence, sighed and said, "The other day when we went to find Fang Che, he was still at the peak of the second rank of the Venerable level. He said that he might break through to the third rank in the next few days."

The Xue family members were all speechless.

In other words, was Fang Tu currently only at the initial stage of the third rank of the Venerable level?

But Xue Yi Hong was at the peak of the third rank!

If so, hadn't she already lost?

"Could it be that Fang Tu, at the peak of the third rank, can defeat a Holy King?" Someone widened their eyes in disbelief.

"It's not that extreme."

"The gap between the Sage level and the Holy King level is too vast. It's a qualitative improvement, not just a quantitative accumulation."

"You should know that after the Sage level, the next rank is the Holy King. However, in reality, it's a leap across four major ranks—'Zong,' 'Jiang,' 'Shuai,' and 'Hou.' That's why reaching the Holy King level is called 'One Step to Heaven.' The reason for this saying is that this leap is so significant, like the difference between heaven and earth."

"But Fang Tu is truly a genius... A genius like no other..."

The white-browed ancestor, Xue Laozu, spoke softly, "Think about the cultivation, the combat power, and Fang Che's age... Ah, we've already lost."

"Da Hong" was Xue Yi Hong's nickname. She had once felt so embarrassed by this name that she stayed in the extreme cold region, partly because of this nickname.

"Da Hong is already forty-three. Ah..."

The Xue family members sighed.

Everyone's faces were devoid of light.

"I hope Da Hong can hold on. Please don't let her lose..."

Although others might see the battle as evenly matched, the Xue family members knew they had already lost.

If Fang Che had twenty more years, he would be Xue Yi Hong's age. What would happen then?

They dared not imagine.

On the stage, the battle had reached a white-hot intensity.

Dong Changfeng and Yang Luoyu had already stood up.

The sword energies and blade winds of both sides were starting to disperse outside the arena, a sign that the fight was escalating out of control.

With each clash of blades and swords, the sounds grew louder and more intense. Dong and Yang, both experienced fighters, knew that at this point, the battle could be decided with just one move. After a thousand moves, they had already entered a stalemate, fighting with all their might!

Qin Fengyun and Luo Hao, among others, turned their attention to Jiang Shangou.

What are you looking at?

They saw that Jiang Shangou was staring fixedly at the arena, his eyes unwavering.

Kaiyang Monarch Yun Zaikong nudged Jiang Shangou with his finger and whispered, "You're staring so intently, do you... understand what's happening?"

Jiang Shangou didn't turn his head, "I understand!"

"If you understand, why do you look so confused?"

"..."

Qin Fengyun sent a sound transmission to Jiang Shangou, "Old Fourth!"

Jiang Shangou, "Huh?"

Qin Fengyun sent another sound transmission, his voice serious, "Do you feel that Fang Che is the reincarnation of our Big Brother?"

Jiang Shangou was startled and quickly replied through a sound transmission, "I didn't say that!"

Qin Fengyun didn't respond and instead recalled every word and action of Fang Che since his arrival, carefully analyzing them. After a while, he sent a sound transmission back, "It's not likely. This Fang Che is very serious and not at all despicable."

Jiang Shangou argued through a sound transmission, "Our Big Brother is also serious when he's not being despicable."

Qin Fengyun chuckled, "When has our Big Brother ever been serious? I've never seen it."

Jiang Shangou fell silent.

After a while, he asked, "Second Brother, if we find Big Brother, can we acknowledge him?"

Qin Fengyun answered without hesitation, "No! But we need to confirm that Big Brother is alive! Although we're searching for him, we can't acknowledge him. If we do, Big Brother might be in danger. You know, the incident back then was something that even Xue Laozu and Duan Xi Yang cared deeply about."

Jiang Shangou fell silent again and said, "Then... let's continue searching. I firmly believe that Big Brother is still alive and might have already become a renowned figure in the world."

Qin Fengyun paused for a moment and asked, "Do you still suspect that Fang Che is him?"

Jiang Shangou said, "I just have a feeling... Moreover, he also has the surname Fang..."

Qin Fengyun furrowed his brows, "The surname Fang... There are at least a million people with that surname in this world. Are you relying on this to find Big Brother?"

Shut up! What nonsense are you spouting?"

Jiang Shangou was scolded and sat down silently, keeping his head low.

However, Qin Fengyun's mind became preoccupied with something else.

His gaze began to wander around Fang Che's body.

Clang!

A loud blast rang out.

Fang Che stumbled backward, and Xue Yihong spun out.

The sword energy suddenly soared into the sky, piercing through the heavens. In mid-retreat, Fang Che also soared upwards, and in the high altitude, the sword and knife clashed once again.

Meteor-like brilliance continuously fell with dazzling splendor.

Xue Yihong let out a long howl, and his body shot straight up into the sky.

In the sky, snowflakes suddenly filled the air, completely obscuring the sun, moon, and stars.

The power of heaven, earth, snow, and wind converged into a killing intent!

The howling winds swept across, filling the sky!

This was one of Xue Yihong's trump cards.

The Xue family's inherited divine sword... The world is filled with endless snow!

Although Xue Yihong had played his trump card, he didn't touch upon the life-and-death trump card that would lead to mutual destruction. In his opinion, a friendly spar didn't warrant such extreme measures, especially since he didn't want Fang Che to suffer even the slightest harm.

This sword was enough to determine the winner. It was also enough to give an answer to the gamblers of the world.

Fang Che, in the air, soared upwards again, his body suddenly spinning, causing the stars to disappear and a blazing sun to take their place!

The condensed sun sword!

Yes, the weapon in Fang Che's hand was no longer a knife, but a sword!

"The sword master's sword!"

Dong Changfeng sighed.

It was said that within this arena, the Frost Snow Sword had released millions of sword energies. However, out of the tens of thousands of students present, only Fang Che had been able to witness that sword strike.

Moreover, the current sword strike had already evolved into the Radiant Sun Sword!

The two swords, carrying the might of wind and thunder, clashed like two skies, causing the sun, moon, and stars to collide amidst the vast snow-filled heavens.

Boom!

The two of them collided fiercely.

The entire steel arena instantly turned into a cloud of flour-like fragments.

If these fragments were to fly out, there would likely be thousands of casualties.

Dong Changfeng and Yang Luoyu were prepared, and their auras simultaneously enveloped the arena, causing all the shattered iron fragments to flow into their hands like rivers into the sea, forming two massive iron balls!

Not a single fragment flew out.

The dust settled.

Fang Che and Xue Yihong stood in the air, one on the left and the other on the right, each holding a sword.

The cloaks on both of them were torn and tattered, riddled with holes.

In the distance, hidden in the shadows, Sun Wuti's face darkened as he thought, "My clothes... Does this guy have any left?"

In the air, Xue Yihong smiled bitterly, "I should have conceded earlier. I never thought you'd use your trump card. You're famous for your knife skills, but your trump card turns out to be a sword."

Fang Che paused for a moment before replying, "It doesn't matter. This sword technique was already revealed earlier. However, this battle was a close call. If we were to truly determine a winner, it might even come down to life and death."

Xue Yihong said with a carefree smile, "If I've lost, then I've lost. Why make excuses for me?"

He pointed at the sword mark on his throat and said, "There's a sword mark on my throat, but there's none on yours."

Fang Che neither confirmed nor denied, "But if it were a life-and-death battle, these two swords wouldn't be able to kill you."

"But in a sparring match, I've lost."

Xue Yihong smiled faintly. Although he also had a trump card that he didn't use, he was well aware that Fang Che's flying knife, which he had witnessed before, remained sheathed!

So, even if he used all his trump cards, he might not be able to defend against Fang Che's flying knife!

He slowly turned around in the air, a bitter expression on his face. Facing the crowd, he said, "I concede!"

Fang Che took a deep breath and said, "Lucky! Thank you for the match!"

In his heart, he silently said to Xue Fuxiao, "Mission accomplished!"

But this descendant of yours is truly outrageously strong.

This battle truly changed some of Fang Che's thoughts. At the very least, among those he had encountered in the Supreme Leader Rank of the Cultivate Toad Venom into Gods Plan, not a single one could compare to Xue Yihong's strength!

Not counting those he hadn't fought, like Yan Beihan.

In fact, Xue Yihong was far stronger than himself, who was in the Supreme Leader Rank of the Cultivate Toad Venom into Gods Plan!

Everyone in the arena fell silent.

This battle, witnessed by all present, was indeed a display of Xue Yihong's full power.

But Fang Tu was indeed a cut above the rest!

There was no denying the defeat.

He had given his all, but he had lost. What more could be said?

However, the problem was... Many people had bet their fortunes on Xue Yihong.

Xue Yihong smiled bitterly, "Captain Fang, I'm sorry. I made you lose a hundred million."

Fang Che suddenly realized, and he covered his heart in pain, "I won the battle, but I lost a hundred million? This... this..."

Xue Yihong burst into laughter, struggling to catch his breath, "Captain Fang, victory and defeat are common in battle. Please don't take it to heart. It's just a mere hundred million..."

"But this mere hundred million you speak of is truly hard to earn," Fang Che sighed.

The two of them continued their conversation.

Suddenly, many people in the front row burst out laughing.

Indeed, this matter was quite amusing.

Many people felt relieved... "I didn't do anything, and I only lost a few tens of thousands. But Captain Fang fought to the death, and in the end, he lost a hundred million..."

This matter was undeniably filled with drama.

The Xue family members had mentally prepared themselves for Xue Yihong's loss as the battle reached its midpoint.

Although disappointed, they did not feel desolate.

But thinking about the Ancestor's command to win and not lose, they couldn't help but feel anxious.

If they really lose, what then?

If the Ancestor's temper flares up, this matter will be difficult to handle!

Dong Changfeng announced the result, and the battle officially ended. The news was immediately transmitted to the Guardian Halls of various major cities across the land.

Fang Xue's battle against Fang Tu, who fought fiercely against the Xue family's genius, Xue Yihong, and emerged victorious! Fang Tu's reputation soared even higher.

At the same time, it was also an announcement of the end for the gamblers across the land, and cries of despair filled the air...

Fang Che and Xue Yihong landed on the ground and thanked Dong Changfeng and Yang Luoyu.

During the final strike, both of them truly lost control of their power. If it weren't for Dong and Yang's presence, the consequences would have been severe.

Dong Changfeng and Yang Luoyu both smiled calmly, not taking the matter to heart.

With the two of them here, if they had injured the spectators, it would have been a laughingstock.

Then, the Xue family members came over, and everyone chatted together.

Dong Changfeng had a hint of schadenfreude: "I say, you guys, go back and face the wrath of the Ancestor."

The Xue family members' faces turned ashen, like eggplants struck by frost, and they all frowned: "Master Dong... You're really bringing up the wrong topic..."

Just as they were talking, a surge of aura approached, seemingly gentle but actually dense and pervasive, filling the entire Celestial Capital in an instant.

The clouds in the sky billowed.

A figure slowly descended from the sky, transforming into a person.

Clad in white, his expression was as cold as snow.

It was the number one person in the world, the top ranker of the Cloud Sword Spectrum, the Emotion-Slaying Blade, Xue Fuxiao, who had arrived!

The Ancestor had come right after the battle!

The Xue family members' faces turned pale, and their hearts sank as they collectively knelt: "Greetings, Ancestor!"

The others simultaneously bowed: "Greetings, Master Xue!"

Xue Fuxiao stood in the air, his expression calm. After greeting everyone, he spoke to the Xue family members with a faint smile: "Making a spectacle of yourselves, is that not enough? Why aren't you hurrying home? Do you still want to stay in the Celestial Capital and celebrate with a feast?"

The Xue family members trembled, prostrating on the ground: "Our future generations will bring shame to your mighty reputation... Please, Ancestor, punish us!"

Xue Fuxiao smiled faintly: "It's fortunate that you still remember that I, as the Ancestor, have a reputation to uphold! Tsk tsk, as descendants of the Xue family, you've done well! Last year, you brought shame upon us with the Shit King, and this year, you lost a battle. You've truly given me one surprise after another."

At that moment, beads of sweat formed on everyone's faces.

The Ancestor was reluctant to scold them in front of so many people, but similarly, he had already spoken such harsh words in front of this crowd. Who knew what would happen after they returned home?

Dong Changfeng quickly stood up and smiled apologetically: "Master Xue, this is also a fault of not engaging in battle..."

Xue Fuxiao glanced at him coldly: "Master Dong, wait until it's your Dong family's turn, then come and say these words. This is a Xue family matter, what are you getting involved for? What does it have to do with you?"

Dong Changfeng was embarrassed and retreated with a red face: "Yes, yes, Master Xue, please calm your anger."

Dong Changfeng went up and received a scolding, while Yang Luoyu dared not speak up, shrinking his neck to reduce his presence.

Xue Fuxiao looked at Xue Yihong: "You lost, and you're proud? Don't you want to return to the Northern Border and wait for the feast?"

Xue Yihong quickly bowed: "I bid you farewell, Master Xue."

"Fang Che, next time I'll drink with you... I'll take my leave first..."

Xue Yihong vanished without a trace.

Fang Che didn't even have time to say goodbye before Xue Yihong disappeared.

"Do you want me to send you back?"

Xue Fuxiao's gaze turned cold as he looked at the remaining Xue family members.

"We obey and will return immediately, awaiting the Ancestor's punishment!"

"Am I old? Can't I walk? Do I need you to wait for me?"

Xue Fuxiao's face turned frosty: "I'll wait for you at home!"

He gritted his teeth: "This old Ancestor will wait for your triumphant return!"

As his voice fell, he vanished without a trace.

The Xue family members scrambled to their feet and rushed into the sky, frantically running towards their home, not even having the time to bid farewell to the crowd.

In the blink of an eye, all the Xue family members disappeared without a trace.

Before the onlookers could react, the Xue family members had vanished.

Everyone present was left dumbfounded.

Fang Tu had won, the Xue family members had left, and they had lost... Was this matter... over? Where was my money...

Countless wails of despair rose in their throats...

Just at that moment...

Yang Luoyu suddenly rose into the air, soaring high into the sky, directly standing above the original arena.

He took out a piece of paper.

In the air, he shouted loudly: "Everyone, quiet! The latest secret order from Guardian Headquarters!"

Yang Luoyu's voice thundered like a startling clap of thunder, shaking the sky.

At that moment... everyone in the arena and outside fell silent. Even the gamblers' cries were stifled in their throats.

What was happening now?

Why was Guardian Headquarters issuing orders?

Yang Luoyu unfolded the paper in the sky and recited loudly: "Guardian Headquarters, Eastern Army Advisor's Order!"

(End of Chapter)

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