Fang Che drew Mo Ganyun, making Qiu Yunshang and the others breathe sighs of relief.
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By their individual assessments, Fang Che was one thing, but Mo Ganyun was undoubtedly a powerful roadblock on the path to the championship!
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From left and right, the two of them climbed onto the arena step by step at the same time.
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Fang Che came from the left, handsome and graceful, his cloak billowing as if he were strolling among the clouds.
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Mo Ganyun came from the right opposite him, walking with the stride of a dragon and the gait of a tiger, his cloak heaving as though a mountain were moving toward them.
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One was ethereal, the other solemn.
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They possessed two utterly opposed temperaments! Fang Che focused his eyes on him and sighed inwardly.
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This Mo Ganyun had very upright eyes.
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After seeing enough people, one would understand that people with such upright eyes could never be truly bad, even if they were flawed.
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At a glance, Fang Che decided: This should be one of my kind—someone who belongs to the Guardians.
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Mo Ganyun felt the same way. Facing Fang Che, he too felt a strange sense of recognition.
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A subtle feeling rose in both their hearts: I do not want to be enemies with him.
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Under the eyes of tens of thousands, the two stared at each other for three seconds.
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Then they sighed at the same time.
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The spectators: "????"
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What the hell is going on? You two went up there without fighting and just sighed at each other?
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Did you two go up there to put on a play?
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"Classmate Mo."
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Fang Che smiled warmly. "I have long admired your reputation."
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A smile appeared on Mo Ganyun's sharply defined, hard-lined face. "Likewise."
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"Brother Mo's name is quite interesting," Fang Che said.
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Mo Ganyun laughed heartily. "When my old man named me, he said his greatest hope was that one day, wherever I might be, if I did not speak first, then no hero under heaven would dare speak!"
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Fang Che laughed. "I guessed that was what it meant. Surely it wasn't because you yourself were afraid to speak, haha."
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Mo Ganyun laughed. "But now, I've somewhat failed to live up to the name. These days, when others are in front of me, they still say whatever they want."
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Fang Che said sincerely, "You'll reach that point one day. When that day comes, wherever you are, as long as you don't speak, no hero under heaven will dare speak!"
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Mo Ganyun roared with laughter. "Thank you! Brother Fang, how shall we fight?"
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Fang Che said casually, "When I saw Brother Mo, I already had an idea. But how would you like to fight? Why don't you tell me and see whether it matches what I had in mind?"
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Mo Ganyun laughed wholeheartedly. "Since that's the case, how about we compare our fists and feet?"
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Fang Che clapped his hands and laughed. "That suits me perfectly!"
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Mo Ganyun laughed as well, suddenly feeling completely at ease.
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The interactions between people were truly strange.
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When two people clicked at first sight, they simply clicked.
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And when two people did not see eye to eye at first, the longer they knew each other, the more their initial judgment was often confirmed: I really didn't misjudge him—he's still just as irritating, and getting more irritating by the day!
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Both of them wore black cloaks.
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They exchanged a smile and simultaneously flung their cloaks away.
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Two young men in tight-fitting martial clothes immediately appeared on the arena.
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Both were tall and slender, with broad shoulders, straight backs, long ape-like arms, narrow waists, and long legs.
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Their proportions were flawless! Mo Ganyun was simply a size larger.
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One was handsome and refined, as elegant as jade beneath a spring breeze; the other was filled with masculine vigor, fierce and imposing like a deep pool and a towering mountain.
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"Please!"
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"Please!"
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In the next moment, the two seemed to transform into a pair of leopards hunting through the mountains and forests! Two figures moved, and in the next instant, a thunderous boom rang out.
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Mo Ganyun staggered back seven steps, while Fang Che opposite him spread his arms and flew back two zhang like a great bird.
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The moment his toes touched the ground, Fang Che spun, rolling sideways into a whirlwind. His tall figure rotated like a barrel as he charged toward Mo Ganyun.
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Both fists shot out!
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Mo Ganyun stepped back, slightly hunched, assuming the stance of a fierce tiger before it pounced on its prey. The moment Fang Che reached him, he turned sideways and thrust both fists out.
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It was the most basic, yet also the most ferocious, move in boxing.
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Fierce Tiger Leaving the Mountain!
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With a muffled boom, four fists slammed together, and the two separated once more.
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"Good!"
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Fang Che stepped forward three paces, sank his waist into a horse stance, and sent his right fist out like a storm of wind and thunder.
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"Refreshing!"
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Mo Ganyun adopted the same stance. His bowl-sized fist came crashing forward with the force of thunder.
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Their fists collided again.
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Each man's body rocked. They withdrew their fists, then struck again! Their speed grew faster and faster.
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Soon, the arena rang with a continuous series of bangs.
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They did not strike anywhere else—only exchanged punches!
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They kept trading blows! Below, everyone watching nearly popped their eyes out.
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No one cared much about a contest of bare-handed martial arts.
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But fighting like this was downright horrifying.
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If the iron-tower-like Mo Ganyun chose such a head-on style, no one would find it strange.
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But no one had expected the handsome, delicate-looking Fang Che, who looked almost like a woman, to choose this kind of head-on battle as well! He refused to retreat even one step! The contrast gave everyone a sense of dissonance.
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Yet it was also boiling with bloodlust! Four fists clanged together on the arena like hammers striking iron, colliding again and again!
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For five hundred consecutive punches, neither man retreated at all.
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Then they shouted simultaneously, retreated, and flipped into the air together.
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Almost in perfect unison, one leg supported the ground while the other swung out viciously.
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They no longer traded punches. Now they competed with their legs.
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Their two long, slender legs thundered as they kicked against each other on the arena! Their lower legs collided like steel pipes repeatedly smashing together, making everyone who saw it feel their teeth ache.
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Although it was only two people fighting—and low-level martial artists at that—the sight gave everyone an incomparably tragic feeling.
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It was as if two stars had collided! Sparks flew in all directions!
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"Doesn't that hurt?"
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Whether boys or girls below, everyone felt an urge to rub their own legs.
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There was no other reason. Just watching made their own legs feel sore.
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"My cousin is actually this tough!"
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Several girls stared with their mouths wide open and eyes round with shock.
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As the battle continued, their hearts pounded faster and faster.
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"So manly! So manly!"
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Several boys stared with their mouths agape, their teeth hissing. "Those legs... aren't they about to break?"
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On the arena, they were like two tyrannosauruses crazily smashing into each other.
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Below, Ding Ziran, Qiu Yunshang, Huo Churan, and Xie Gongping all watched the two men's savage battle, the corners of their mouths twitching.
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A thought naturally rose in their hearts: Fortunately, I'm not the one fighting up there right now.
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An opponent like this was indeed someone nobody wanted to encounter! Every one of them fought as if death meant nothing!
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There were no tricks at all—just a hard, direct clash! And they had the toughness to sustain it!
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Putting themselves in that position... Huo Churan could not help feeling his calf tremble. He felt as though his leg had already snapped.
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Qiu Yunshang's eyes were dull and the corners of his mouth twitched. He could not help moving his legs, only to feel his mouth go dry and his tongue scorched.
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Even the two referee instructors on the arena wore blank expressions, baring their teeth in pain.
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Imagining themselves kicking like this against opponents of the same level, they could not help feeling their teeth ache. Their legs shifted secretly as they swallowed.
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Whether in the Martial Academy or elsewhere, it was difficult to encounter such a scene of thunder striking the earth and fire meeting the heavens.
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Boom, boom, boom...
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The two had exchanged more than three hundred kicks when one of them roared, "Roar!"
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They retreated by flipping backward at the same time.
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Then they rapidly closed the distance, swung their left legs again, and their left legs replaced their right legs as they smashed together once more.
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Boom, boom, boom...
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Below the arena, a group of spectators who loved a spectacle began counting.
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"Three hundred seventy-eight! Three hundred seventy-nine!..."
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Gradually, more than ten thousand people began shouting the count together. "Four hundred fifty-one... four hundred fifty-seven..."
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The earth seemed to shake and the mountains to tremble.
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Although everyone was merely watching the excitement, as they shouted out the numbers, admiration appeared in their eyes.
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With this battle, the two had practically won the respect of the entire school.
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Their strength and cultivation could be set aside for now, but such a manly fighting style was truly rare.
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There was not the slightest hint of pretense in their collisions.
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Everyone here practiced martial arts. How could they not know what it felt like? An ordinary person would have to change tactics after a dozen collisions, let alone endure more than three hundred consecutive kicks.
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They simply could not hold out.
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A thought rose involuntarily in everyone's hearts: If we were on a battlefield and these two were our comrades, we would certainly feel safe. This was a martial artist's instinct: anyone who could fight like this was no coward!
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The booming sounds on the arena continued, and the people below shouted the numbers louder and louder.
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They counted all the way to seven hundred sixty-three! The two on the arena roared simultaneously and flew backward!
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This retreat carried them especially far.
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Each reached the edge of the arena.
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Fang Che staggered once, then stood firmly.
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Mo Ganyun staggered as well. His right leg went limp, and he dropped directly to one knee, but immediately sprang back up and stood steadily.
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The two faced each other, gritting their teeth as they smiled.
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Fang Che's smile was especially gentle and warm. "Was that refreshing?"
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Seeing that gentle smile, everyone felt a powerful sense of incongruity. Was the madman who had just seemed like a Vajra descending into the world really this gentle and mild-mannered man?
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"Refreshing!"
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Mo Ganyun laughed heartily. Though young, he possessed the heroic spirit of one who could swallow and unleash the winds and clouds.
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As soon as his laughter faded, he turned crisply toward the referee instructor and said, "I lost!"
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"You lost?" Fang Che asked in surprise. Everyone else was baffled too. Where did you lose?
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It was clearly an even match.
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Mo Ganyun said, "A loss is a loss. There's nothing I can't admit. I know how much effort I've put into my fists and feet. But you're definitely not the same as me. And besides..."
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Mo Ganyun laughed heartily. "If we keep fighting, neither of us will get the championship. Since neither of us can have it, we can't let someone else benefit from it either. So I'm preserving some of your strength."
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Fang Che smiled sincerely. "I didn't expect you to be so calculating."
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"Of course!"
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Mo Ganyun laughed. "Besides, I'll have to learn from you in the future. I can't afford to offend you now!"
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His words carried another meaning.
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Fang Che's eyes flickered, and he understood instantly. This fellow has excellent vision. He praised him inwardly, then said, "Good!"
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He did not even bother with a few modest words.
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Mo Ganyun's eyes lit up. Not offended in the slightest, he said eagerly, "It's a deal!"
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"It's a deal!"
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Mo Ganyun roared with laughter and leaped down from the arena. He nearly lost his balance upon landing. With a muffled groan, he immediately rolled up his trouser leg right there below the arena. His entire leg was already mottled purple and blue, and in some places the swelling had split the muscle, causing it to bleed. Grimacing, he rubbed it vigorously. "It hurts like hell... Damn! So hard, way too hard!"
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"Fang Che, you're a damn beast... I've never encountered such a tough bastard in all my years."
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