I, Fang Che, Am a Man of Few Words

A ring was erected from the ground.

The place was already seething with noise, a sea of people.

From the fifth-year students to the freshmen, countless people had come to watch.

Academic credits! They were too important.

And too difficult to obtain.

The channels for obtaining academic credits were: one, contributing to the Martial Academy; two, doing Martial Academy tasks; three, creating original techniques and storing them in the school's Martial Repository; four, personally hunting down criminals wanted by various government offices; five, personally hunting down those wanted by the Guardian Hall; six, personally killing any vicious thugs from any sect of the Sole True Sect; seven, personally obtaining natural treasures of various levels and handing them over; eight, personally hunting down and handing over the cores of various levels of demonic beasts (starting from level five); nine, being in the top 100 of each seasonal competition (no academic credit rewards after being in the top ten for four consecutive seasons); ten, improving one's ranking in each assessment.

It was basically telling the students: Risk your lives! Every way to get academic credits required risking one's life! However, spending academic credits was very easy; eating, wearing clothes, and cultivation all required them. Even... doing something wrong or damaging Martial Academy facilities would result in a deduction of academic credits.

Therefore, the White Cloud Martial Academy's academic credits had always been a pain in the hearts of students of all generations!

It wasn't just difficult.

But really, really difficult.

Now that there was this opportunity to gain something for nothing, how could they not take a gamble? Especially those losers from the previous years.

They were even more eager to try.

In the shocked and surprised gazes of the freshmen and the accustomed gazes of the older students, more than a dozen Martial Academy instructors carried tables out and quickly formed betting stations.

Moreover, there were various introductions of the top 100 freshmen outside, with both pictures and text.

To facilitate students to consider who to bet on.

It was just very brief.

Fang Che, Huo Churan, Ding Ziran...

Age, origin, admission ranking, and the amount of academic credits this time.

However, there were no introductions to cultivation level, weapons, or martial skills.

In other words, one could only rely on luck.

However, countless analysis experts had already begun to analyze, and most people's eyes were wandering around the top ten or top three.

But some people's eyes were wandering within the top twenty, what if there was a dark horse? Betting on the top three had odds of one to three; but betting on those outside the top ten had odds of one to ten.

Could this be the same? If one were to bet on a dark horse, they basically wouldn't have to worry about academic credits during their entire time at the Martial Academy.

Instant wealth!

The Martial Academy personally acted as the bookmaker, hosting the gambling game.

Fang Che really had his eyes opened.

Looking at his name, greatly number one, circled in red, looking like a big favorite.

Unexpectedly, not many people were betting on him.

He couldn't help but laugh.

It seems my reputation for 'cheating with tricks' has already spread.

As I was watching, I felt someone next to me.

Turning my head, it was Vice President Huang Yifan.

"President Huang, hello."

Huang Yifan patted his shoulder meaningfully and said, "Take it easy."

Then he disappeared into the crowd.

???

Fang Che was a little confused.

Take it easy? What does that mean? Recalling Huang Yifan's meaningful expression, Fang Che immediately understood something.

These Martial Academy leaders... are a bit insidious.

As expected of seasoned veterans, Fang Che instantly understood the leaders' little thoughts.

But what he found even more meaningful was... why was a big shot like Huang Yifan hanging around him every day? Fang Che instantly understood.

This Vice President Huang Yifan must know something.

Fang Che had been wondering about it on the first day and was seventy percent sure, but today, after Huang Yifan's appearance, Fang Che was one hundred percent certain!

Below the arena.

With Fang Che's arrival, a wave of gazes converged.

The gazes were complex.

With the sound of a gong, the competition officially began.

Drawing lots.

All odd-numbered participants drew lots for their opponents simultaneously.

Fang Che got his opponent and looked up.

Number seventy-six.

Then the rules were announced.

There were no revival matches. In other words, everything depended on luck. For example, if you had the strength to compete for second place, but you met the champion in the first round, then you would be eliminated in the first round.

There was no chance to compete for rankings at all.

One-round exit!

Simple, hasty, crude, and perfunctory.

As the first seed, Fang Che was the first to take the stage in the first round.

"In the first match, Fang Che, Lin Ziqing. Arena master Fang Che, please come on stage!"

Fang Che's ranking was high, so naturally he was the ringleader.

The referee's loud voice echoed throughout the great training ground.

"Yes!"

Fang Che didn't say much. A dark shadow flashed, and under the sunlight, dark golden starlight twinkled, as if a starry sky suddenly flickered in the air.

Fang Che's figure was elusive and elegant as he stood on the arena.

The rising sun shone with myriad rays of light.

The young man was like jade, standing tall and upright.

The endless rays of light seemed to drape over him. Or perhaps, he was stepping on the rays of light, walking out from within them.

His eyebrows were like swords, his eyes like knives, his facial contours distinct, sharp, aloof, and otherworldly.

His body was like a jade tree among orchids, as if an immortal had descended from the moon.

All the students were eagerly waiting. The moment Fang Che stepped onto the stage, he was truly the center of attention.

As his black robes billowed, the moment Fang Che stood on the arena.

Suddenly, the entire place fell silent.

Even the teaching instructors acting as referees couldn't help but secretly praise, "What a demeanor! What a spirit!" Countless girls below, as Fang Che came into view, felt as if their hearts had been struck heavily.

It seemed to crash into their hearts from their eyes in an instant.

A flurry of butterflies erupted in their chests.

The moon in the sky is the moon in their eyes, the person before them is the person in their dreams.

It seemed that all fantasies suddenly became real.

Fang Che first scanned the arena, looking for acquaintances.

He hadn't expected that Kang Zijian could enter the top one hundred.

But as he scanned, he didn't see Kang Zijian, but he did see Wei Zihao.

He couldn't help but be taken aback.

Wei Zihao looked much more energetic now, and seemed to have lost some weight, but Fang Che vaguely felt, how did he get so dark? His face was covered with a dark aura.

Fang Che had a deep memory of Wei Zihao, after all, he was the target he planned to bully in the Martial Academy long-term. At a glance, he immediately noticed the difference.

Darker, thinner.

But he glanced over, not having time to think deeply.

Because he was about to introduce himself.

"Respected teachers, senior brothers, senior sisters, fellow students."

Fang Che was poised and generous, cupping his fist, bowing, his figure upright: "My name is Fang Che; Fang as in upright, Che as in thorough. My family gave me this name, wanting me to be an upright gentleman, to carry things through to the end."

He seemed to smile a little embarrassedly: "It's a pity, I'm not that much of a gentleman. In the future, when we get along, don't be fooled by my name."

Instantly, a wave of good-natured laughter erupted from below, mostly from the girls.

There was even a voice shouting, "I'm willing to be deceived by you!"

"Hahaha..."

The laughter grew louder.

On the stage, Fang Che smiled, a little shy. "I have many flaws, a bad temper, and a personality that's a bit flawed. I can only take advantage and can't suffer losses..."

After listing a bunch of his shortcomings, he said seriously, "And I'm usually taciturn, sparing with words, and a bit reclusive. I hope all the senior brothers, senior sisters, and classmates... won't hold it against me in the future."

Taciturn? Sparing with words? Reclusive?!

Countless people below burst into laughter.

They all felt that this guy was handsome, had good manners, and a great temperament.

And he was so humorous.

Truly rare.

But in the next five years, as they came into contact with Fang Che, one by one, they realized later, and many recalled his self-introduction today, and then they discovered that what this guy said at the beginning was all true! The feeling was indescribable.

On the other side.

Lin Ziqing had also leaped onto the stage, dressed in a green robe, also a tall and straight young man.

Very handsome.

But standing next to Fang Che, just as he was about to introduce himself, he felt extremely uncomfortable...

It was as if a brick was placed next to a bright pearl.

The contrast was too strong.

So he silently moved three zhang away from Fang Che, feeling it was still too close, and took two more steps outward.

He realized he was already at the edge of the arena.

"Respected teachers, everyone..."

Before he could finish speaking, a burst of laughter suddenly erupted from below.

Some people were laughing so hard that tears came out.

Mainly because Lin Ziqing's reaction just now was too obvious.

Everyone understood why.

Lin Ziqing was stunned by the laughter, his face flushed as he stood on the stage, unable to speak.

Suddenly, he felt a surge of anger, turned his head sharply, looked at Fang Che, his eyes blazing with anger.

He clenched his teeth.

It's all because of you! Fang Che was taken aback.

Damn, you transferred your anger pretty quickly...

Lin Ziqing looked angry, opening his mouth as if to say something.

Fang Che simply turned to the side and extended a hand: "Student Lin, please!"

Lin Ziqing's breath caught in his throat again.

His eyes widened in anger.

At the same time, he drew his sword, shouting loudly: "Fang Che, you are despicable and shameless, cheating to win first place. Today, I, Lin Ziqing, will reveal your true colors!"

Fang Che's face showed helplessness, and he said earnestly: "Don't be so loud, Student Lin, reason doesn't need a loud voice. Besides, don't be so exasperated. Even without me, you would only be seventy-fifth. Your anger is a bit unwarranted, as if you could win the championship without me."

These words were like a sharp needle, piercing into Lin Ziqing's heart.

In an instant, his internal organs seemed to burn.

Swish! Lin Ziqing's vision went black with anger at these words, and he slashed out with his sword.

Fang Che dodged, and said seriously: "If Student Lin, you feel dissatisfied, then I apologize to you. I'm sorry, I got first place and blocked your path. Without me, you would be seventy-fifth. I'm really very sorry."

"I'm going to kill you!"

Lin Ziqing roared, veins popping out on his face, already using all his strength.

"Alas... Student Lin is a bit too impulsive. We students should love each other and shouldn't talk about killing. You should go down and rest. You're young, it's not worth ruining your health."

He turned his body, and somehow ended up behind Lin Ziqing, gently pushing him.

Lin Ziqing was already at the edge of the arena. With the push, he couldn't stop his momentum and involuntarily rushed out of the arena, his sword still thrusting forward. He didn't have time to change direction, and stabbed towards a senior student from the fifth grade below.

That senior seemed to be the leader of a group of older students, surrounded by many people, standing out from the crowd.

Seeing Lin Ziqing flying towards him, he frowned slightly, but didn't make any move.

With a smack.

Someone next to him came out early, eager to show off, and slapped Lin Ziqing aside with a palm, wiped his hands, and said angrily: "How dare you assassinate my boss!"

Lin Ziqing had already passed out.

There was another commotion under the stage.

The announcement on the stage: Number One wins!

Fang Che bowed meticulously, thanked everyone, and left the stage with grace.

He disappeared in an instant.

He had finished this battle and was waiting for the next battle, the battle of fifty people.

The stage and the audience were somewhat quiet.

Because there were too many things to savor in this battle.

Lin Ziqing was indeed a bit weak.

Fang Che didn't seem to be much stronger either.

Many people even felt that the difference in martial strength wasn't that great, and the biggest damage wasn't Fang Che's palm.

The power of Fang Che's words was more than ten times greater than the damage of the battle! Regardless of whether they were new or old students, male or female, they were all thinking the same thing: This guy hasn't shown too much of his strength yet.

But having said that, his mouth is really venomous.