Chapter 72: Adding Fuel to the Fire
Chapter 72: Adding Fuel to the Fire
Night Dream's hands trembled as she held the tools, her body shaking.
Blood continued to flow from the deceased's throat...
Fang Che scolded her, and Night Dream shuddered before starting to work.
Sweat poured down her face.
At this moment, Night Dream's act was partially genuine, as she had killed before, but only in battle, and she had never dealt with the aftermath.
When had she ever come so close to a corpse?
This was the first time she had dug a grave, and the process was painfully slow.
Fang Che sighed, realizing that the girl had become so immersed in her role.
He took over, expertly digging a grave that was just large enough to hold three bodies, reaching a depth of about one zhang.
He kicked the bodies into the pit and sprinkled a pouch of medicine powder obtained from the Martial Academy.
As the powder was sprinkled on the corpses, they visibly withered.
Fang Che quickly filled the grave with soil, leveling the ground, and jumped on it a few times.
Satisfied, he stopped.
"Tomorrow, I'll buy a few Spirit Fruit trees," Fang Che instructed Night Dream. "Plant them here. If there are more corpses in the future, bury them here."
Night Dream's face turned pale. "What?"
"What do you mean, 'what'?" Fang Che asked.
"These Martial Warriors have been cultivating their physical bodies for a long time, and their bodies are filled with spiritual energy. After death, this energy dissipates slowly. By planting a few Spirit Fruit trees, they will surely flourish."
Night Dream felt a surge of nausea.
"When the Spirit Fruit matures, I'll let you eat it every day," Fang Che said. "It's sweet and fragrant."
"Ugh..." Night Dream imagined the scene and finally vomited.
On both sides.
Qian Sanjiang and Fan Tianiao were unaware of each other's presence, but simultaneously, they both spat in disgust: "What a little demon!"
The matter was settled.
Fan Tianiao dismissed his team, and everyone rested.
Qian Sanjiang, however, disappeared without a trace.
Tomorrow, he would return.
In the morning,
Fang Che carried a bag containing three boxes.
With a cold gaze and an aura of killing intent, he headed towards the Martial Academy.
As Fang Che walked, drops of blood fell from the bottom of the bag.
Instead of going to his own class, he went straight to Huo Chushan's Class Eleven.
He knocked on the door.
A teacher was in the middle of a lesson. "Fang Che, what brings you here at this time?"
"Teacher, I have something to ask Huo Chushan," Fang Che replied.
"What's there to ask?" The teacher frowned.
Fang Che's face turned pale.
He opened the bag, revealing three boxes, which he opened one by one.
Three hideous and terrifying heads emerged.
Simultaneously, three identity jade plaques with the flame symbol were thrown in front of Huo Chushan.
Fang Che stared at Huo Chushan, his eyes cold, and said calmly, "Huo Chushan, are these people from your Huo Clan?"
Huo Chushan stood up abruptly, his face turning ashen.
His eyes froze in shock.
The teacher also realized the situation and glared at Huo Chushan.
The entire class was in an uproar.
Various complex gazes fell upon Fang Che and Huo Chushan.
"Huo Chushan," Fang Che's voice was calm, but there was an underlying sense of a volcano about to erupt.
Everyone felt an inexplicable pressure.
Fang Che's voice was steady, and his words were slow, but each one was clear.
"We are classmates, and even if we have had some minor disagreements, what of it? So many times, have I ever done anything to you? Just because of some classroom friction, you sent your clan to assassinate me? They came in the dead of night, showing no mercy! If it weren't for an elder visiting me, I wouldn't be alive right now!"
Fang Che's words were filled with grief and anger. "Why did you do this?!"
Fang Che understood the situation, so he positioned himself on the moral high ground.
A heavy silence fell! Huo Chushan stood there, his mind blank.
Among the three deceased, one was Huo Chushan's uncle.
The other two were also important figures in the Huo Clan.
The Huo Clan was an Eighth Tier Clan, and compared to Fang Che's Ninth Tier Clan, they had a much deeper foundation. However, losing three Minor Grandmasters was a significant loss.
Huo Chushan's heart burned with rage.
He wanted to retort: Why? You repeatedly humiliated and bullied me, beating me in front of everyone, day after day. Why?
But his throat felt blocked.
Looking at the three heads on the ground, he was speechless, tears welling up in his eyes.
Those around him couldn't empathize; they only felt it was absurd and were slightly angry.
Did Huo Chushan really send assassins after Fang Che?
In the Martial Academy, fighting and getting beaten up was a common occurrence.
Someone spoke up, "Huo Chushan, why did you hire someone to assassinate Fang Che? He did beat you, and he did bully you. If you have the ability, beat him back, and no one will blame you. We're in the Martial Academy, after all. But to hire assassins to kill him is going too far, isn't it?"
Another person added, "Besides, Fang Che genuinely wanted to be friends with you, but you refused and looked down on him. Who was the one who humiliated whom?"
Everyone is young, and you want to save face, but you don't care about others' faces? You actually hired an assassin to kill him?"
"So, if a classmate gets injured during a friendly duel, you'd also hire an assassin to kill us?"
A student scoffed, "I look down on you!"
"Exactly!"
The others chimed in agreement.
Huo Churan's actions were undoubtedly infuriating to everyone. After all, the Martial Academy was a place for combat, where students constantly fought and sparred with each other.
But after getting beaten, you resort to hiring an assassin?
Hearing this, Huo Churan's anger erupted like a volcano.
He wanted to argue, to say that one should not speak of others' pain without experiencing it themselves.
Do you know how I feel?
Have you ever been humiliated like this?
But a surge of rage rose within him, and he instinctively thought: You scums, how dare you?
Seeing that I've been beaten, you all come to kick me while I'm down?
The dead are my family! Not yours!
Feeling aggrieved, furious, and heartbroken, Huo Churan's emotions exploded. With a flushed face, he turned to Fang Che and shouted, "You dare to challenge me after injuring me? You scums are not worthy!"
This statement truly angered everyone.
A student scoffed, "Yes, we're not worthy, only Fang Che is. So, you hired an assassin to kill him?"
Huo Churan huffed and puffed, gritting his teeth.
He had a naturally violent temperament, and due to his exceptional talent, his family indulged him. Even a demonic sect like the Three Saints Sect valued his talent and selected him as their chosen one.
He became increasingly arrogant.
But after entering the Martial Academy and encountering Fang Che, he suffered one blow after another. His mentality had long since shattered, and now, seeing the heads of three of his relatives placed before him, he could no longer hold back.
Now, he only had two words in mind: revenge!
His eyes lifted from the heads on the ground, bloodshot, and fixed on Fang Che. Gritting his teeth, he hissed through clenched teeth, "Fang Che! This is a blood feud!"
"You should think about how this blood feud started!"
Fang Che's mocking gaze met Huo Churan's eyes, and he taunted, "When your family sent people to kill me, and I let them, it wasn't a blood feud, right? Huo Churan, are you insane?"
Huo Churan roared towards the sky, his suppressed madness bursting forth, "From this day on, neither of us will rest until the other is dead!"
"A battle to the death? Haha... You're such a good classmate."
Fang Che clearly didn't want to end it this way, "You hired an assassin to kill me, I never intended to let you off!"
With a face full of grief and anger, he turned to the instructor and said, "Instructor, today I've wronged you. I'll be bold in your class."
The instructor's face was complex, and he sighed softly.
Without a word, he turned and left the room, leaving the classroom to Fang Che.
If this late-night assassination couldn't even let Fang Che vent his anger, where's the justice in that?"
Martial Academy, standing on martial arts."
Moreover, the instructor's silence as he left was, in fact, telling Fang Che:
Don't take a life!
Fang Che took a deep breath and rolled up his sleeves.
Squinting, he said, "Huo Churan, aren't you seeking revenge?"
He used his toes to nudge one of the heads on the ground, which rolled over, revealing a face covered in ash.
Two lifeless eyes stared into the void.
Fang Che moved the head with his foot and said indifferently, "Like a ball."
Huo Churan's eyes, which had been fixed on his uncle's face, now saw Fang Che playing with his uncle's head like a toy.
Shivering, Huo Churan slowly lifted his head, his neck creaking from the strain. His eyes, like a starving wolf's, glared at Fang Che, and he roared.
"Fang Che!"
With a boom, he charged forward.
At the same time,
Fang Che, like a hungry wolf, rushed forward as well.
Boom! They collided.
Like two starving beasts, they ferociously bit and tore at each other.
Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Executioner! Murderer! Fang Che, you heartless..."
Huo Churan cursed and attacked.
Fang Che parried and countered, firmly establishing his advantage. After three moves, he suppressed Huo Churan.
Huo Churan's roars turned into curses, "You'll never die well!"
"I must kill you!"
"Kill you!"
"Kill you!"
With a loud bang, Fang Che smashed his fist into Huo Churan's nose, and with a crack, Huo Churan's nose collapsed again.
From this moment on, Fang Che entered a frenzy, and Huo Churan was completely overwhelmed.
Fang Che's fists, like hammers smashing through the sky, relentlessly struck Huo Churan's body and face.
Huo Churan's screams and curses echoed amidst the intense blows.
Fang Che's calm and mocking insults were also clearly audible.
"Classmates sparring, and you hire an assassin when you can't win!"
"You're so capable, aren't you?"
"You're so smart!"
"You're so damn smart!"
"Bastard!"
"Son of a bitch!"
Bang! Bang!
Fang Che punched and cursed, his blows fierce and his insults harsh.
...
(End of Chapter)
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