This Is All the Leader's Meaning

This change happened suddenly.

No one expected that a bloodbath would suddenly occur on the dueling stage! Ximen Xuri was filled with madness, his eyes already dim with despair.

Having cultivated to this point, his skills in killing and seizing lives were basically all in his right-hand hidden weapons. Now, his right hand had been chopped off by Fang Che's blade!

And it was stepped on! It could have been reattached, but after this step, he was destined to be a cripple! His whole life was ruined! His eyes were full of resentment and killing intent. He had forgotten everything, only wanting to kill and take revenge! The head referee leaped up and shouted, "Stop..."

At this moment, Fang Che seemed to have restrained his anger. He moved his blade away, took a step back, secretly gathering his cultivation, giving Ximen Xuri a chance to counterattack. Then, he turned his head with some apology and said, "Sorry, teacher, I couldn't hold back..."

The two referees also breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's not..."

Just then, countless shouts erupted from under the stage: "Be careful!"

A roar! From Ximen Xuri's left sleeve, a streak of crimson light suddenly flashed.

It was the Crimson Blood Snake! This was even more unexpected. No one thought that Ximen Xuri hadn't given up even now.

No.

It wasn't that he hadn't given up, but that he wanted to kill Fang Che for revenge! He had already lost his mind.

This time, it was truly too late.

On the distant high platform, two figures shot up directly, flying over like lightning, but it was already too late.

Just at this critical moment! "Damn it!"

The blade light flashed suddenly. Fang Che turned around, roared, and the blade light fell with infinite fury! The Crimson Blood Snake was cut in half. Before the foul-smelling blood could splatter, the blade light had already fallen from the top of Ximen Xuri's head, splitting him from head to crotch! The two halves of his body fell to the left and right.

The separated faces still carried resentment.

Fang Che held the blade in his hand, maintaining the posture of chopping down, his whole body trembling violently, his face pale.

He seemed to be frightened.

With a swoosh.

Two senior instructors landed on the stage, and the two referees had also taken action.

But, everything was already too late.

Ximen Xuri had already been split in two.

No, three pieces. And that arm! "Alas! This..."

Several instructors stamped their feet on the stage and sighed, really not knowing what to say.

The incident happened on the dueling stage, and tens of thousands of eyes were watching.

As things had developed to this point, although Fang Che was the killer, everyone knew that Fang Che was not to blame!

Ximen Xuri had taken the upper hand from the start.

And that wasn't all.

Not only did he take the initiative to use a weapon, but it was also a hidden weapon. Moreover, he used the hidden weapon first and then gave a warning, clearly wanting to kill someone without taking responsibility.

Being suddenly counter-attacked, losing an arm, and having a blade held to his neck already signified defeat. Fang Che, in his rage, had restrained himself and spared his life, yet he actually attempted a sneak attack when the other party had let him go!

This led to him being killed by a single blade strike, which was truly nothing to lament, and could even be said to be gratifying!

Such a person did not deserve to live! Looking at Fang Che standing on the stage with a somewhat pale face, his handsome features carried a hint of fear after the shock.

This child is probably killing someone for the first time, right?

Although it was a counter-kill in a moment of intense anger and danger, he was probably quite frightened.

Countless girls felt sorry for him in their hearts.

This Ximen Xuri was really too bullying! Fang Qingyun and the others almost rushed onto the stage, extremely anxious: "Cousin! Cousin, are you alright?"

Fang Che said with a pale face: "I should be fine… I, I… I killed someone?"

He fully expressed the fear of killing someone for the first time; after all, it was a human life.

Turning to look at Ximen Xuri's corpse, Fang Che immediately covered his mouth with one hand, as if wanting to vomit.

On the stage, two instructors and two referees glanced at Fang Che with some suspicion.

There was something a little strange about this matter.

But now was not the time to investigate.

They first cleared the arena, and then quickly arranged for the next pair to come on stage.

"The competition continues!"

Then they left with Fang Che.

The audience below discussed animatedly, not even caring much about the battle on the stage.

Almost everyone unanimously believed: Fang Che was not wrong! This Ximen Xuri deserved to die!

"Fang Che, you were at a disadvantage at the beginning, right? We don't believe that, with your strength being inferior to your opponent, you had the ability to break through his hidden weapon attack and counter-kill him. Tell us the reason."

"I hid my strength!"

Fang Che admitted frankly: "My cultivation was originally higher than his!"

"Oh? What level of Martial Master are you?"

"Fourth level!"

Fang Che said: "Originally third level, the fourth level was achieved after coming to the Martial Academy, with the help of Vice President Huang Yifan."

"Vice President Huang?"

The two senior instructors looked bewildered.

How did this matter involve Vice President Huang?

This is… a bit strange.

"Yes."

Fang Che, not wanting to do things halfway, placed all the blame on Huang Yifan, saying, "Vice President told me that the purpose of this bet was to teach the new students a lesson, and told me not to reveal my full strength. It would be bad if everyone bet on me; it wouldn't achieve the desired effect."

The two instructors looked at each other, speechless. "..."

This is just f*ing ridiculous! Can you even do that?

This made it impossible for them to ask the questions they had prepared.

It was the leader's arrangement, and Fang Che was just following the leader's intentions. What can you say? Could it be that the leader had already guessed that Ximen Xuri would be so despicable and specially arranged for Fang Che to counter-kill?

That's obviously impossible, right?

"...Then, with your strength, you should have been able to control yourself and not kill him," the instructor sighed, his interrogative aura completely gone.

Fang Che said, "That strike was a subconscious, desperate blow. In that situation, I couldn't hold back. Perhaps after experiencing more things like this, I will be able to, but right now... my strength isn't there yet."

This sentence wasn't a lie.

The two instructors exchanged glances, feeling it made sense.

Forget about Fang Che, even they, in that situation, their first thought would only be to counter-kill and eliminate future troubles! They wouldn't hold back if they could help it!

"You entered the Martial Academy with a sword, why did you use a saber in today's fight?"

One of the instructors asked.

"My master was the Blade King, is it strange that I use a saber?"

Fang Che said.

That makes so much sense! "What about the sword?"

"After being reminded by Vice President Huang, I bought a sword to carry around as a facade."

Fang Che said sincerely, "Actually, I don't know how to use a sword."

It's Vice President Huang again!

The two instructors covered their foreheads in the same posture, not wanting to speak.

This is just too much...

They've never encountered such a speechless thing in their lives! Just then, the door opened.

A man with three strands of long beard on his face strode in.

This person looked to be in his forties or fifties, with a face full of righteousness and a sense of detachment. Between his brows, there was a clear aura, and he carried an imposing manner from being in a high position for many years.

He walked in and said lightly, "Are you done asking?"

The two instructors stood up at the same time and said, "Supervisor Meng."

Supervisor Meng frowned and said, "Does something so obvious require so long?"

"We're done asking."

"If you're done, let him go quickly!"

Supervisor Meng waved his hand, then turned to Fang Che, a kind smile appearing on his face, "Go back and rest well. You must have been a little frightened today. It's not easy killing someone for the first time, right? Take some pills that help the soul, and you'll be fine after a sleep."

"Yes, thank you, Supervisor Meng!"

Fang Che bowed and expressed his thanks.

He was very well-behaved.

Sure enough, Supervisor Meng smiled and said, "You're a well-behaved child."

After saying that, he took out a small bottle from his bosom: "There are two pills inside that can help you calm your spirit. I reckon you don't have many good things on you, so I might as well give you a hand."

"Thank you, Supervisor Meng!"

Fang Che accepted it.

"Go back."

Fang Che left.

The two senior instructors felt like they had a bellyful of complaints they couldn't voice!

Originally, when this matter was brought up with President Huang, they felt a strange sensation.

Who would have thought that Supervisor Meng, who usually didn't care much about things, would also come over.

Could it be that Fang Che has a big background?

That's not right... The information of all the students is very detailed, even if there is some background, it is impossible to hide it.

Besides, there was no movement at all before the start of school.

"I'm leaving too, going to continue watching the Grand Competition."

Supervisor Meng strolled away.

So you came all this way specifically for Fang Che?

Afraid that the two of us would wrong this student? Where did this come from?

The two instructors instantly began to doubt their lives.

This Supervisor Meng is named Meng Chizheng. He is usually very low-key in the Martial Academy, doesn't compete or snatch, is full of righteousness, pays attention to fairness in everything, and has a good reputation in the Martial Academy.

This time, no one would have thought that he would stand up for Fang Che.

Even though everyone saw the whole thing, it's not worth it for you, Supervisor, to come forward in person, right? ...

Fang Che went straight home.

This afternoon, the Grand Competition of these fifty people will be over.

Tomorrow, the twenty-five people will compete.

Sun Yuan was already in the courtyard drinking tea and watching Night Dream practice.

Occasionally, he would give some pointers.

Night Dream was practicing with sweat all over her head.

Fang Che is young and easily fooled, so he can be easily muddled through, but this Sun Yuan is an old fox of the Demonic Sect, a pure old Jianghu.

Night Dream had to pull herself together to cope.

Fortunately, Sun Yuan's mind wasn't on him at all, and he was a little absent-minded, which also relieved the little girl.

Fang Che returned home, his face still a little pale.

His body was trembling slightly.

Sun Yuan was immediately attracted and stood up, asking with concern, "What's wrong? Are you injured?"

He felt a little ominous feeling in his heart.

Could it be that he was defeated? Then how could the mission be completed?

"I'm not injured."

Fang Che had a look of fear on his face, his voice trembling slightly, "I killed someone today."

"Killed someone?" Sun Yuan was stunned, "Who did you kill?"

"Ximen Xuri, I killed him."

Fang Che said with a pale face, seemingly still with lingering fear, "So disgusting, I want to vomit."

So that's how it is!

Sun Yuan immediately relaxed, and a sense of joy rose instead, "Isn't it right to kill Ximen Xuri? Why are you scaring yourself? You child, you still need experience."

Night Dream secretly rolled her eyes, what kind of words were these.

Sure enough, Sun Yuan became more and more excessive as he spoke, "What's the big deal about killing one or two people? How about Master finding a place for you to slaughter a village to practice? Don't take it to heart, just treat it as killing a dog, and you'll get used to it slowly."

[Seeking monthly tickets, recommendation tickets, adding to the bookshelf, and following the reading. The first chapter will be updated at 11:30 tomorrow morning, already scheduled.]