The Monarch Of Everlasting Night Chapter 746: The Kind-Hearted General's Strategy [Part 2] - Novel Cool

Chapter 746: The Kind-Hearted General's Strategy [Part 2]

Chapter 746: The Kind-Hearted General's Strategy [Part 2]

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Early morning.

Fang Che led his men outside and found that the battlefield from the previous day was spotlessly clean.

The enemy had cleaned up the corpses thoroughly, leaving only patches of dark red bloodstains on the ground, now covered by a new layer of ice.

Only faint traces of red could be seen.

The entire battlefield was like this, with countless bloodstains on the ground, now hidden beneath layers of ice, forming dark red spots. One layer covered another...

Fang Che stared at the ground, and it seemed he could still hear the countless roars of battle from millions of years ago.

He slowly withdrew his gaze.

A long howl shook the sky: "Bi Fangdong! Come out! It's time!"

Fang Che directly called out to Bi Fangdong, who was on the opposite side.

Bi Fangdong slowly walked out, his face pale.

The men he brought with him all looked lifeless.

The three hundred men felt like they had become slaves to the enemy, and it was simply... they were at a loss for words!

Following Bi Fangdong to this point, they really had no other choice.

It was utterly speechless.

A new request for reinforcements had already been sent out, but the relationship required them to accompany him in battle every day; if they didn't, he would kill them.

If they died in battle, so be it, but the thought of enduring a hundred hours of onslaught from the Only Righteous Sect if they killed him was what kept him going.

Death in battle was inevitable, but who would want to die when they could survive?

Everyone was exhausted and had lost their temper.

Bi Fangdong also realized the relationship's intention: to keep their side at an absolute disadvantage, with half the number of people as the enemy!

Any more, and they would be eliminated.

The fact that all four hundred men Bi Fangzheng brought with him were instantly wiped out was proof of this!

So, when it came to his recent request for reinforcements, he had no confidence and even no hope: he estimated that even if reinforcements arrived, they would still be annihilated by the relationship!

What's the point of reinforcements if they would still be wiped out?

Today, the relationship came to challenge them again, but Bi Fangdong didn't want to come out. However, he had no choice but to face him.

The relationship could directly charge into their cave and curse at them in front of their subordinates.

The last time, the relationship shouted outside, and Bi Fangdong, with a thick face, didn't go out. As a result, the relationship charged into their cave and cursed at them, even insulting their ancestors in their own cave.

Bi Fangdong couldn't bear such humiliation.

By now, Bi Fangdong had already given up and decided to play dead: "Do whatever you want."

I'll just cooperate with you.

For two armies to face off and reach this point was truly a wonder of the ages.

Fortunately, it was in a Mystic Realm, so news of it couldn't spread.

If it were outside, I would have already committed suicide out of shame.

"Are we fighting again today?"

Bi Fangdong, with a defeated expression, said, "Relationship, just say the word, and I'll do it. I'll cooperate with you."

Fang Che clicked his tongue and smiled, saying, "As expected of the Tiger-headed Captain, so bold and straightforward! The way you said 'Captain' is truly full of momentum."

Bi Fangdong's face darkened, "Relationship, why don't you just unify it yourself? Stop humiliating us."

Fang Che, furious, said, "If I kill all of you, I'll have to face the onslaught of the Only Righteous Sect for a hundred hours. Do you think I'm a fool?"

Bi Fangdong was left completely speechless by him, and he said with a lifeless tone, "Then what do you want? You've already used over three hundred of us as slaves. What more do you want?"

He said with extreme despair, "If you continue to humiliate us like this, we'll just commit suicide together, and you can naturally unify the Mystic Realm. Then, a hundred waves of people will take turns killing you!"

"No! Don't be impulsive! Don't be impulsive!"

Fang Che was startled; this guy actually thought of such a way to mutually annihilate. That wouldn't do.

Their strength wasn't sufficient yet, and they weren't prepared.

"Huh?"

Bi Fangdong was truly surprised that a collective suicide threat had scared the other side, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Then, suddenly, he became spirited and cursed, "Relationship, you better behave, or I'll really commit suicide in front of you!"

Behind him, everyone from the Only Righteous Sect had red faces.

Damn it!

We've truly lost face.

Using suicide to threaten a life-and-death enemy... to reach this point, there was no one else like him. But... it seemed quite effective?

On the other side, Wolf Fang and the others were also dumbfounded.

They never expected that they could force the other side out with such a tactic.

It was truly a case of shamelessness conquering all. Facing an enemy, threatening them, and then fighting them while threatening to commit suicide?

Yet, it seemed to work...

The Feng Family's disciples were all dazed, their faces filled with disbelief—could it be like this?

But it had to be said that the captain had bullied the other side to this extent, and it was truly a wonder of the ages!

Fang Che smiled bitterly, "Brother Bi, don't be impulsive; everything can be discussed..."

"Who is your brother?"

Bi Fangdong's expression turned sinister, "I'm not scaring you; we've truly had enough! If you don't believe me, try it!"

"I dare not try."

Fang Che smiled bitterly, "Tiger-headed Captain, this time it's like this, but there's something I'd like to discuss with you.

Bip Fangdong, with his domineering demeanor, said, "Negotiate? What's there to negotiate between us?"

"This morning, the Fortune Spirit Stone in my cave has taken shape, so I assume yours has as well."

Fang Che's tone was surprisingly gentle.

He seemed genuinely concerned about the other party committing suicide.

This tone made both sides feel a bit ridiculous; the unruly Relationship Commander was actually worried about the other party taking their own life.

Bip Fangdong's expression hardened. "What do you mean?"

"So, our bet with the Fortune Spirit Stone should begin."

"Captain Tiger Head, your Only Righteous Sect's band of outlaws shouldn't be afraid, right? Five from each side, may the heavens decide our fate!" Fang Che said.

Bip Fangdong's spirit shook. "A life-and-death battle?"

"A life-and-death battle!"

"Good!"

Bip Fangdong readily agreed.

"Where's your Fortune Spirit Stone?" Fang Che took out his own Fortune Spirit Stone.

"Here it is!"

Bip Fangdong now also had a Spirit Stone, which he held in his hand and displayed, saying, "Today, I will win!"

With the stakes on the table, he exuded confidence.

"What do you mean?"

"The usual rules!"

"A Sage Rank Ninth Tier battle, Eighth Tier battle, Seventh Tier battle, Sixth Tier battle, and Fifth Tier battle. Best of five!"

"Agreed!"

Both sides took a few steps back.

Among the Feng Family's disciples, Wolf Fang had already arranged who would fight today. With a slight wave of his hand, he whispered, "In this life-and-death battle, be extra careful!"

Five people stepped forward together.

On the other side, Bip Fangdong was giving a motivational speech. After a moment, five people stepped out.

Ten people stood facing each other.

Bip Fangdong grinned maliciously. "Relationship, do you understand the rules? In this life-and-death battle, outsiders are not allowed to intervene or provide assistance!"

Fang Che's gaze turned cold. "Of course! In a life-and-death battle, it should be this way!"

Unlike Bip Fangdong's nonchalance, Fang Che's heart was tense at this moment.

Because it wasn't him fighting, but his subordinates engaging in a life-and-death battle with the other party.

Moreover, even rescue was not an option.

This was a cruel reality for Fang Che.

But Fang Che had to let go. He understood that, as he had said, he couldn't stay here for long.

The more he interfered now, the more deaths there would be when they fought on their own in the future.

In the future, they would have to continue fighting here for the long haul!

Compared to Fang Che's tension, Wolf Fang and the others were more relaxed. Their faces remained unchanged, but their eyes, especially Wolf Fang's, were tense, fixed on the battle in the arena.

Wolf Fang's rugged face turned slightly pale.

In the arena, the Fifth Rank Sage battle had already begun, with both sides choosing Fifth Tier peak cultivators.

From the start, the battle was intense, with neither side showing any signs of weakness.

Fang Che furrowed his brows.

After thirty exchanges, it was still hard to tell who had the upper hand. Fang Che had noticed something amiss and turned slightly, his sharp gaze landing on Wolf Fang's face. "What's going on?"

Wolf Fang whispered through sound transmission, "This Lang Mao San Bai Ling Jiu just broke through to the Fifth Tier peak recently."

Fang Che's eyes widened in realization. "What?!"

To send someone who had just broken through to fight a Fifth Tier peak cultivator who had been at that level for a long time was practically sending them to their death!

"Captain, this is our fate!" Wolf Fang looked up at Fang Che without hesitation.

"Sacrifice and death are our destiny! We can't expect to always face weaker opponents!"

"When you leave, Captain, we won't always be able to crush our opponents either."

"Death is something we must get used to."

"I know you don't want to let go. But this can't be changed. Those who would have died today because of your presence will die in the future. It's just that you won't see it, so you won't feel the pain, but these words, filled with a mix of sorrow, sadness, and unwavering determination.

"But the Feng Family can't lose face because of us!"

"We must use blood to warn and our lives to remind, the only way for us to wake up from your glorious shadow!"

Fang Che's throat tightened.

He turned away silently.

In the arena, Lang Mao San Bai Ling Jiu seemed to be holding his own against his opponent, but Fang Che could see that the battle was gradually turning against Lang Mao San Bai Ling Jiu.

The opponent's ferocity far surpassed Lang Mao San Bai Ling Jiu's.

However, the opponent seemed slightly off, clearly affected by being used as a slave recently, which had a significant impact on their fighting spirit.

Wolf Fang's mouth twitched.

Suddenly, Lang Mao San Bai Ling Jiu began to retreat. He held his sword defensively, like a carnivorous flower closing its petals, shrinking into a bud!

Fang Che closed his eyes in resignation.

The next moment, a loud roar echoed, "I'm going home!"

Lang Mao San Bai Ling Jiu roared, suddenly opening his defenses, allowing the opponent's attacks to pierce through his chest, ravaging his body.

At the same time, his sword viciously slashed the opponent's throat!

The Fifth Rank Sage opponent also laughed at the last moment, his face revealing a relaxed expression of liberation.

"Finally, we can make a profit!"

Two sword lights flashed, shooting out from the chest of Lang Mao San Bai Ling Jiu, with a blood light also bursting from his head, indicating that the opponent's sword energy had already been prepared and aimed directly at his brain.

The head of the Fifth Rank Sage Rank opponent also flew up simultaneously.

A blood-stained longsword fell to the ground with a thud.

Two corpses fell to the ground together.

Fang Che's face contorted in pain.

Lang Mao's expression remained unchanged.

He waved his hand, ordering someone to retrieve the corpse of Lang Mao San Bai Ling Jiu. Lang Mao Er Shi Wu immediately took a step forward, eager to leave.

The entangled corpses were separated, and Lang Mao San Bai Ling Jiu's face was calm, even with a hint of pride.

The face of the Sage Rank expert on the other side was also calm, as if relieved, a burden lifted.

Lang Mao's face showed no reaction to the death of his fellow warriors.

"I won," Fang Che said coldly, looking at Bi Fangdong.

"You won," Bi Fangdong said decisively, tossing the Fortune Spirit Stone over and speaking calmly, "Our fighting spirit has collapsed. Today, I never had any hope of winning."

The outcome was clear, and the stakes had been settled.

However, the Ninth Stage Sage expert who had fought for the other side did not retreat.

His aged face was calm, and his dead eyes stared at the opponent, saying calmly, "Since we're out here, fighting, we won't go back. Lang Mao San, send me off."

Lang Mao San was the Guardian who had fought.

These two were old rivals, and since their arrival in the Mystic Realm, they had been fighting to the death from the Third Rank Sage Rank, as the Mystic Realm's spirit energy was sufficient, and their cultivation had been steadily rising. Then, in several consecutive battles, they both suffered heavy injuries, damaging their foundations.

They stopped at the Ninth Rank Sage Rank.

After many battles at the Ninth Rank Sage Rank, each time they fought to a standstill, severely damaging each other's foundations, or completely destroying the opponent's foundation.

When the Ninth Rank Sage expert from the Only Righteous Sect saw the state of his old rival today, his vitality and vigor made it clear that the opponent had recovered.

But this was their fate.

There was no point in envying it.

The old rival, who had fought to the death, had recovered, while he had no hope of doing the same. He was still here, a slave to the opponent...

This time, being sent out to fight, he would never agree to return.

Living had lost its meaning.

If the old rival was still as useless as him, then living was bearable, at most a little humiliating. But the opponent's recovery was the final straw that broke the camel's back.

This battle, as expected, was a one-sided slaughter.

When the expert from the Only Righteous Sect was finally defeated by his opponent, he had hoped to inflict a similar wound on his foe.

But he gave up.

What was the point of creating such a non-lethal external wound? In his final moments, he looked at Lang Mao San with envy and said two words.

"Congratulations."

Finally, he passed away.

Lang Mao San looked at his opponent's body lying motionlessly on the ground, feeling his heart surge with emotion.

For a moment, he struggled to contain himself.

Never before had he so clearly understood the magnitude of his progress. His previous battles with this old rival had always ended in mutual injury, but this time, he had almost effortlessly defeated his foe.

And all of this was because of their Commander! He understood the meaning behind the word "congratulations" that his opponent had uttered before dying, and he knew the weight of those words.

He stood silently for a moment, filled with emotion, and said, "May you rest well."

On the side of the Only Righteous Sect, they looked at the fallen Ninth Tier Sage, their eyes calm but with a hint of envy.

Fang Che stepped forward, approaching the body of the Ninth Tier expert.

He raised his foot, ready to kick the corpse.

But halfway through the motion, he stopped and slowly retracted his foot.

Looking at the old man's face, which was calm and peaceful, Fang Che lowered his head.

He bent down, picked up the body, and turned to leave without a word.

...

Fang Che returned with the body of Lang Mao San Bai Ling Jiu.

The Wolf Fang and the others silently prepared an ice coffin using Black Ice.

"He could have lived forever," Fang Che said, still feeling resentful.

"Your strength, combat prowess, intelligence, and ruthlessness towards enemies are all more than enough," Wolf Fang said, hesitating for a long time before speaking.

"But your ruthlessness towards your own people is lacking. It's far from enough!"

Fang Che paused for a moment, then asked, "Do you also need to be ruthless towards your own people?"

"Yes! Even more so than towards enemies!"

Wolf Fang spoke with a heavy heart, "Those in power must not have a heart of mercy. As the saying goes, 'A kind person cannot command an army.'"

"Because the kindness of those in power towards their own people will cause more deaths. A kind general may have the fewest complaints from his soldiers, but when a ruthless general's troops meet a kind general's troops on the battlefield, it is the kind general's soldiers who will lose and die."

"Because soldiers are weapons of war. We are soldiers, and what we face is death, the cruellest thing in the world. We don't need our leaders' kindness; we need victory!"

"We need our enemies to die!"

"Even if a leader is strict, it's for the sake of victory. A kind general may have deserters, but a ruthless general won't."

"I know you feel resentment towards Lang Mao San Bai Ling Jiu's death, but you shouldn't. Because this was his mission. His death was his mission. In fact, Commander, from one perspective, he died because of you."

Wolf Fang spoke.

"Did I cause his death?" Fang Che asked, his eyes widening in realization.

"Yes. Ever since you became the Commander, you've been too kind to us, and we've been winning wars easily. This is not good for us."

"If we had sent someone else today, winning all five battles would have been a piece of cake. But that's not the point. Blood and death are the tools to keep our team alert! Since we can't change you, we can only use death to stay vigilant."

Wolf Fang's face showed a bitter smile, "I may have gone too far. My words might not be appropriate, but the logic is sound. Because this battlefield is different from others; it's the cruelest battlefield in history, allowing no room for anything but life and death!"

"I understand."

Fang Che nodded slowly, his heart heavy.

"After Lang Mao San Bai Ling Jiu's sacrifice, our Feng Clan's Mystic Ice Spirit has reached exactly one hundred. We can send them off now."

Wolf Fang said.

Fang Che turned to look at the stone door, encased in Black Ice, where they always placed three bowls of wine and three incense sticks during their drinking sessions.

Even the spiritual wine for cultivation enhancement was untouched, and no one dared to move it! It remained there until the next drinking session, when they would replace the wine and light new incense.

Inside, there were ninety-nine ice coffins, silently lying in wait.

Waiting to return to their homeland's ancestral mausoleum, to rest in the embrace of their ancestors.

"This makes exactly one hundred..."

Fang Che sighed, his heart filled with complex emotions.

"This is all of Lang Mao San Bai Ling Jiu's information."

Wolf Fang handed over a piece of paper.

Fang Che silently took it.

Wolf Fang lowered his head, paused for a moment, and said, "Lang Mao San Bai Ling Jiu was my son. His name was Feng Chang Zhong. I gave him that name."

After saying this, Wolf Fang bowed his head and stepped back.

Fang Che couldn't see his face and couldn't tell if there were tears.

But he felt his heart being struck with a heavy blow.

(End of Chapter)

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