Section 35: Keep Shouting

Fang Yuan's brief advantage wouldn't last.

As their fists and feet tangled, he was already panting. In contrast, Gao Wan's breathing remained long and deep; there was a significant gap in their stamina.

At the same time, Gao Wan warmed up, his body gradually heating up, his punches becoming faster. He was starting to shake off the numbness and slowness brought by the cold and truly display the strength he had cultivated for decades.

"Kid, you can't beat me. The clan rules state you can't use the Moonlight Gu in the academy. You're finished. Today, you're destined to be my prisoner!" Gao Wan roared with laughter. His combat experience was rich, and he attempted to use words to crush Fang Yuan's fighting spirit.

I'm still just a youth, my body hasn't fully developed, my physique isn't as good as this brute. Fang Yuan's mind was as cold as ice. After five hundred years of tempering, how could his fighting spirit be shaken?

"Moonlight Gu!" A thought flickered in his mind. While channeling his true essence, he took a step back, creating distance between himself and Gao Wan.

Gao Wan tried to pursue, but suddenly saw a layer of blue watery radiance emerge from Fang Yuan's palm.

His expression immediately sank, and he shouted, "Kid, using Gu worms to fight in the academy is a violation of clan rules!"

"So what if I violate them?" Fang Yuan sneered. He studied the clan rules and mastered them, not to obey them.

Immediately, he made a slicing motion in the air towards Gao Wan with his palm.

With a soft shing, a blue Moon Blade shot out, aimed directly at Gao Wan's face.

Gao Wan gritted his teeth and raised his arms, crossing them in front of his face to form an arm shield. At the same time, he didn't stop his charge towards Fang Yuan, intending to tank the hit and end the fight quickly.

The Moon Blade struck his arms. With a splurt, flesh and blood splashed under the moonlight. An extremely intense pain shot through Gao Wan's nerves, and he was caught off guard, almost passing out from the agony.

"How could this be?!" His charge halted abruptly. He discovered with shock and terror that both of his forearms had been cut open horizontally with a deep gash. Blood flowed incessantly from the wounds, and the bloody muscle could be seen from the side. Even the pale, broken arm bone was visible.

Gao Wan was utterly shaken: "This is impossible! A Rank 1 initial stage Moon Blade can at most injure my flesh. How could it sever my bones? Only a Rank 1 middle stage can do that!!"

He naturally didn't know that although Fang Yuan was only a Rank 1 initial stage Gu Master, he possessed Rank 1 middle stage true essence due to the refinement of the Wine Bug.

When the Moonlight Gu was activated by middle stage true essence, the Moon Blade it fired naturally possessed superior power, exceeding the initial stage.

"Not good, this kid is strange!!" Gao Wan, caught off guard, suffered a heavy blow. His fighting spirit vanished, and he made a decisive choice to retreat.

"You think you can just leave?" Fang Yuan sneered, giving chase and unleashing a barrage of Moon Blades from his hand.

"Help me!!" Gao Wan cried out loudly as he fled, his voice echoing far in the silent academy.

"What's going on? Someone's shouting for help!" The cries alerted the nearby academy guards.

"It's a house slave left by Miss Mo Yan of the Mo family." The guards arrived, saw the pursuit, and stopped in their tracks.

"He's just a house slave, no need to protect him!"

"Leaving him be is already giving face to the Mo family."

"We still need to be careful, lest he becomes desperate and harms Fang Yuan."

The tense guards surrounded them but didn't intervene, choosing to observe.

If this house slave named Gao Wan died, it would be of no concern to them. But if Fang Yuan died or was injured, it would be their responsibility.

Seeing this, Gao Wan's heart turned completely cold. He cried out mournfully, "We are all outsiders, you can't just watch us die!"

He was losing more blood, and his speed gradually slowed.

Fang Yuan caught up from behind, his voice as cold as ice, pronouncing Gao Wan's death sentence: "Keep shouting, it's useless no matter how loud you are."

With that, he flipped his hand, and two consecutive Moon Blades shot out.

With two swift swishes, they struck Gao Wan's neck.

Gao Wan felt a chill in his heart, like falling into an abyss.

The next moment, his vision suddenly spun wildly. He saw his own feet, chest, back... and his severed neck.

Then, he was plunged into complete darkness.

Gao Wan was dead.

Beheaded by Fang Yuan's two Moon Blades, his head flew off. His body ran another ten meters before collapsing. Blood gushed from his neck like a fountain, dyeing the surrounding flowers and grass blood red.

"He killed someone!"

"Fang Yuan killed someone!!"

The guards couldn't help but exclaim in hushed tones. Having witnessed the entire event, they all trembled, feeling a sense of dread and terror.

Fang Yuan was merely a fifteen-year-old frail youth, yet he had expressionlessly killed a strong adult. This was the power of a Gu Master!

The battle was decided.

Fang Yuan slowed his pace, strolling over leisurely.

His expression was calm, as if he had just done something as trivial as eating or drinking. This expression sent a chill down the guards' spines.

Gao Wan's head lay on the ground, his eyes wide open in death.

Fang Yuan, with a blank expression, raised his foot and kicked the head away.

All the guards' eyes twitched at the sight.

Fang Yuan approached Gao Wan's body and found it still trembling. Blood quickly flowed onto the ground, forming a small pool.

He examined the wounds on Gao Wan's body, his expression turning somewhat grim. These wounds were deep enough to expose the secret of his middle stage true essence.

Once this secret was revealed, it would quickly lead to his Wine Bug. If the Wine Bug was discovered, the higher-ups in the family would naturally think of the Flower Wine Wanderer.

Therefore, Fang Yuan had to keep this secret.

"But there are too many people who saw it." Fang Yuan scanned the surrounding guards, there were more than ten of them. His true essence was less than ten percent, and he couldn't possibly kill them all.

After thinking for a moment, Fang Yuan bent down, picked up Gao Wan's ankle, and dragged the corpse back.

"Young Master Fang Yuan, please leave this to us to handle." The guards, enduring the chill in their hearts, stepped forward, Fang Yuan said respectfully.

Mixed within this respect was a palpable fear.

Fang Yuan calmly swept his gaze over everyone, and the guards subconsciously held their breath, their heads all lowered.

"Give me the saber," he said, extending his hand, his tone calm.

His commanding tone carried an undeniable authority.

The guard closest to him, involuntarily, handed over the saber at his waist.

Fang Yuan took the saber and continued walking.

He left more than ten guards standing there blankly, watching his retreating figure.

The morning sun rose from the east, the first rays of dawn piercing the mountain peaks and illuminating the academy.

Fifteen-year-old Fang Yuan, his body still bearing the frailty of youth, his skin a pale hue.

He walked unhurriedly in the dawn light.

In his left hand, he carried a gleaming saber.

In his right, he dragged a headless corpse.

As he walked, a trail of bright red blood marked the dark stone bricks.

The guards behind him watched, stunned, a chill stiffening their bodies.

The morning sun shone upon them, yet they felt no warmth, no light.

Gulp.

Someone, somewhere, swallowed hard.