You Actually Want to Kill Me!

"You actually wanted to kill me!" Below the stage, a middle-aged man who looked only thirty-five or six years old watched Fang Che walk away with his arms crossed.

He chuckled softly, "This kid is a bit interesting."

Fang Che went straight to the Dean's Office and handed in his application for off-campus housing.

Inside, a bald old man looked up in surprise, "Bought a house near the Martial Academy?"

He looked down again and immediately said, "Fang Che?"

Looking up, "Azure Wave City's Fang Gongzi?"

Then, "Righteous Fang Gongzi?"

Finally, "No wonder he's so rich, no wonder, no wonder. Approved."

Duang!

A stamp was applied.

Fang Che, holding the approval letter, felt a mix of amusement and exasperation.

The bald old man's sarcasm had reached a rather impressive level.

But Fang Che wasn't angry.

This old man's values were correct; he couldn't treat someone as an enemy just because they mocked him.

Since the matter was settled, he'd just have to endure a few words. After all, he was the villain now, wasn't he?

He leisurely headed back home.

He would cultivate for two hours, take a nap, lecture Night Dream, and then come back in the afternoon. That should be fine.

Fang Che left.

But the arena was still bustling with excitement.

Cheers erupted from below the stage from time to time, as people celebrated the victories of those they had bet on.

It's worth mentioning that in this first round of matches, most people bet on the top three or top six, and there were usually no slip-ups. However, someone suddenly cried out miserably.

This guy had a tuft of hair on his face and was skinny and withered. Because he had lost too much in previous years, he bet on the ninth place, his lucky birthday number, hoping for an upset.

As a result, the ninth guy was actually quite strong, but he had terrible luck. In the first round, he drew Ding Ziran and was sent tumbling off the stage, coughing up blood, with a single move.

So, there was one more person below, wearing a mournful face, bowing and scraping everywhere, trying to borrow credits. Unfortunately, no one would lend him any.

Everyone avoided him like the plague.

The tuft-haired man was all alone in the crowd, looking very miserable.

Meanwhile, Fang Che's performance caused a heated discussion.

Many people who were holding onto their points, waiting to see, abandoned Fang Che and chose others instead.

Although Fang Che won the first match quickly and unarmed against a blade, everyone could see that Fang Che's strength seemed to be a bit stronger than Lin Ziqing's, but he was still not as clean and decisive as those who were winning on the stage now.

Moreover, Fang Che's victories often hinged on psychological factors—his venomous tongue often left opponents bewildered.

Consequently, Fang Che's approval rating has noticeably declined.

Of course, there's also a wave of appearance-obsessed girls who don't care about the points, resolutely betting their points on Fang Che!

"Winning or losing doesn't matter; just for this magnificent face, it's worth it even if we lose!"

It must be said that this kind of completely infatuated girl is actually not a minority.

The main thing is to have fun!

Hey, it's all about fun.

What are points? There are plenty among the simps!

On the arena, pairs fought one after another. Fang Che guessed correctly.

When he leisurely arrived in the afternoon, they had only reached the forty-fifth pair, still five pairs away from finishing.

Fang Qingyun was waiting for him with a mighty team. Compared to a few days ago, the team had obviously expanded a lot, adding several beauties.

"Cousin, where did you run off to? I circled the arena eight times looking for you!"

Fang Qingyun was a little angry: "This is such an important competition for you, how can you not stay at the scene to see the strength of others? How can you be so careless?"

"Isn't it because you're here, cousin?"

Fang Che smiled: "You must have recorded all the information for me."

Fang Qingyun snorted and pulled a piece of paper from his sleeve: "These are all the winners of the previous battles. We analyzed them together."

Fang Che took it and looked, wow! So detailed.

Name, age, weapon, estimated cultivation, combat characteristics, combat style, opponent's ranking, winning time. Then in parentheses, suspected hidden strength... and so on...

"Too detailed!"

Fang Che glanced at it and saw that there were actually six people who had won with one move.

Extremely effortless.

And these six people now have the highest approval ratings!

Huo Churan, Ding Ziran, Qiu Yunshang, Xie Gongping, Mo Ganyun, Ximen Xuri.

"Basically the same as I guessed."

Fang Che looked at these six names.

That is, these six people have revealed the least, and have the highest approval ratings, especially Huo Churan and Qiu Yunshang, the bets on them have actually exceeded twenty thousand! "How many people are betting on me to win the championship now?" Fang Che asked.

"I don't know how many people, but the points bet on you are seven thousand three hundred, ranking seventh!"

Fang Qingyun sighed.

"How is it so much?"

"These are all appearance points." One of the big-eyed girls said with a smile, "I bet eighteen points on you. Who told my cousin to be so handsome?"

"..."

Fang Che was speechless. He thought his approval rating had gone down, but he didn't expect it to be so strong.

It was clear that this appearance-obsessed world was beyond saving.

"It seems I still need to be more low-key, and complete Huang Yifan's task first, focusing on tricking people."

Fang Che made up his mind: "Winning is all that matters. As for what comes after... we'll see."

After four rounds.

Fifty people advanced.

Another draw.

Fang Che was still number one, drawing first.

He took it out and looked at it.

He couldn't help but be stunned.

He was facing his target so early: Ximen Xuri!

Fang Che immediately remembered the keywords: hidden weapons, Crimson Blood Snake! But the information Sun Yuan gave him showed that he was a Martial Warrior of the eighth rank.

But he no longer believed it at all; if he were a Martial Warrior of the eighth rank, there was no way he could have killed demon beasts and snatched points to get as high as seventh place among so many people! This kid was also a sly old fox!

The two stood facing each other on the stage.

"Student Fang." Ximen Xuri was dressed in white, looking very handsome, with fair skin, a tall figure, neither fat nor thin, and a good temperament.

Although his face was a bit long, it wasn't quite a horse face, at most a donkey face.

He obviously knew how to hide his weaknesses, with his chin slightly tucked in, nodding with great grace: "It's unexpected that I would meet you in this round. I'm very sorry, there's really no room for clever tricks in this kind of real battle."

The implication was obviously to satirize Fang Che for getting first place by using tricks.

Fang Che smiled kindly: "Student Ximen is right, no wonder you can get the good ranking of seventh place, this strength is indeed extraordinary."

Ximen Xuri's face slowly darkened, and he said lightly: "Fang Che, does your name mean 'completely defeated'?"

Fang Che smiled faintly, with his hands behind his back, looking down at Ximen Xuri with a condescending gaze, and said lightly: "Student Ximen, I have studied quite a variety of subjects, and I have some research on interpreting texts and words. Your name is not very auspicious."

Ximen Xuri: "Oh?"

"Since ancient times, the morning sun rises in the east, how can the setting sun have the morning sun? Your name reverses the five elements of heaven and earth, and you will surely be condemned by heaven."

Fang Che said with good intentions: "Why not change your name?"

Ximen Xuri's face was indifferent: "With me here, wherever I am, there will be the rising sun!"

Fang Che smiled faintly: "I'm afraid that your western morning sun, when it meets me, will be completely knocked down."

The words had been spoken.

From the moment they stepped onto the stage, both of them felt at the same time: they were not on the same path.

That animosity was very strong.

Neither side gained an advantage in the verbal sparring; both maintained their composure.

Since they couldn't exploit a mental weakness in their opponent as a breakthrough, they would have to settle things with real skill.

Ximen Xuri flicked his sleeve, revealing a fair palm. His feet slid across the ground, smoothly gliding seven meters as if on ice, and he struck out with a palm! Fang Che took half a step back, then pushed off, stepping forward again, his black robe fluttering.

In the instant that starlight faintly gleamed, he had already crossed two zhang, revealing his own right palm to strike out.

Boom! Their palms met, producing a muffled sound.

Black robe and white clothes billowed simultaneously, and both men retreated three steps.

The two referees on the stage exchanged a glance, both with admiration in their eyes.

This palm strike was deliberate, meant to test the opponent's strength. But the key was that neither side had used their full power! Fang Che used the strength of a peak Martial Warrior ninth level, while Ximen Xuri used the strength of a Martial Master first level.

On the surface, it seemed evenly matched.

Ximen Xuri's expression darkened.

His body spun, and a small whirlwind suddenly appeared around him. His entire person transformed into a phantom, launching a storm of attacks around Fang Che.

Fang Che fought steadily, never greedy for success, only raising his cultivation to the Martial Master first level, meeting each move with a counter, three parts offense, seven parts defense.

In an instant, black and white intertwined on the arena, inseparable, as if a Taiji diagram with black and white halves had suddenly appeared.

Ximen Xuri occupied seven parts of the offensive, seemingly holding all the advantages. But his heart grew heavier and heavier.

He couldn't break through the opponent's defense.

Fang Che's defense was simply flawless. And with every collision, he could feel a counter-shock. Ximen Xuri's heart sank further.

The opponent's cultivation was definitely above his own! Despite his apparent advantage, he would definitely lose if this continued! Once the opponent counterattacked, he would lose.

Everyone watched as Ximen Xuri seemed to have the advantage, pressing Fang Che in the fight, but only Ximen Xuri, in the midst of the battle, understood. He was actually the one at a true disadvantage! I must win! I can't let this kid play the pig to eat the tiger!

Having made up his mind.

A flash of white, a flip in the air, white clothes spread out, like a white crane appearing in the sky, a somersault, and three cold lights shot out.

It was his trump card hidden weapon technique.

"Take this!"

Only after the hidden weapons were launched did he shout to warn.

The two referees secretly shook their heads, already negating nine parts of Ximen Xuri's character, and prepared to save Fang Che.

Fang Che seemed not to have expected it, dodging in a flustered manner, barely avoiding the attack.

But then seven more cold lights flashed in the air, and behind the seven cold lights, there were three almost invisible dark lights.

The three dark lights targeted the space between the eyebrows, the Dantian, and the heart.

Soul Snatching Needles.

The referees all revealed anger in their eyes.

This is a killing move! This is just a competition between classmates, with no grudges or animosity, yet a killing move actually appeared! Fang Che flipped to the side, and with a shua sound, drew his saber from its sheath, seemingly erupting with uncontrollable anger.

With two dang dang sounds, two three-edged nails were knocked down, his body swaying continuously, abruptly bursting out from the gaps in the hidden weapons.

The saber light suddenly blazed, as if a sun had appeared on the arena, dazzlingly bright and eye-catching.

"Despicable!"

Fang Che roared, and blood splattered on the stage! Ximen Xuri gave a shrill scream, as one arm, along with half a shoulder, fell to the dust.

Fang Che already had his saber held horizontally, pressed against Ximen Xuri's throat, likely unable to control his rage, his arm even appearing to tremble slightly, as he hoarsely roared, "This is just a martial arts competition between classmates, yet you actually wanted to kill me!"

The arm that had fallen to the ground was stomped on by Fang Che, right on the wound, instantly turning the flesh into a bloody mess, and the pale palm opened, rolling out a handful of steel needles that had been clenched in his palm! The entire arena was silent!

On the stage, Fang Che's body trembled slightly, his face full of aggrieved anger.

As if he had suffered a great injustice.