If I Don't Speak First, No One in the World Dares to, Mo Ganyun

Fang Che taking away Mo Ganyun relieved Qiu Yunshang and the others.

In their respective judgments, Fang Che was okay, but this Mo Ganyun was definitely a strong obstacle on the road to winning the championship!

One on the left and one on the right, the two walked onto the arena step by step at the same time.

Fang Che came from the left, with a handsome demeanor and a fluttering cloak, as if walking in the clouds.

Mo Ganyun came from the right opposite him, with a Dragon Walk Tiger Step, his cloak rising and falling, like a mountain moving.

One was ethereal, and the other was dignified.

They were two extremely opposite temperaments! Fang Che stared intently, sighing in his heart.

This Mo Ganyun had very upright eyes.

After seeing many people, one would understand that people with such upright eyes couldn't be too bad, even if they were bad.

Fang Che recognized at a glance: this should be a kindred spirit—one of the Wardens.

And Mo Ganyun had the same feeling, also having a strange sense of recognition for Fang Che on the opposite side.

Both of them felt a subtle sense of 'not wanting to be enemies'.

Under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of people, the two looked at each other for three seconds.

Then they sighed at the same time.

The surrounding crowd: "??????"

What the heck is going on? You two went up there not to fight, but to sigh at each other?

Could it be that you two went up there to perform an opera?

"Brother Mo."

Fang Che smiled gently, "I've admired your name for a long time."

Mo Ganyun, with his distinct features and tough lines, revealed a smile, "Likewise."

"Brother Mo's name is very interesting," Fang Che said.

Mo Ganyun laughed and said, "When my old man named me, he said that his greatest expectation for me was that one day, no matter where I am, if I don't speak first, no hero under heaven would dare to speak before Mo Ganyun!"

Fang Che chuckled, "I guessed that's what it meant. It wouldn't be that you yourself don't dare to speak, haha."

Mo Ganyun smiled, "It's just that now, I'm a bit unworthy of this name. Now, people still say what they want in front of me."

Fang Che said sincerely, "One day, you will achieve it. When that day comes, wherever Brother Mo is, as long as Brother Mo doesn't speak, no hero under heaven would dare to speak before Mo Ganyun!"

Mo Ganyun laughed loudly, "Thank you! Brother Fang, how shall we fight?"

Fang Che said freely, "When I saw Brother Mo, I already had a plan in mind; I don't know how Brother Mo wants to fight? You might as well tell me, and I'll see if it's the same as what I'm thinking?"

Mo Ganyun smiled sincerely and said, "In that case, how about we compare our fist and foot skills?"

Fang Che clapped his hands and laughed heartily, "Just what I wanted!"

Mo Ganyun also laughed, suddenly feeling refreshed.

The interaction between people is actually very strange.

Some people just click at first sight.

But those who don't click at first sight often find their initial judgment confirmed over time: I knew I didn't misjudge this person!—He's still as annoying as ever, and getting more so! Both were wearing black cloaks.

They exchanged a smile, and instantly threw off their cloaks simultaneously.

On the stage, two lithe young men appeared.

Both were tall and slender, with broad shoulders and straight backs, long arms and wasp waists, and long legs.

Their body proportions were both top-notch perfect! Only Mo Ganyun was slightly larger.

One was handsome and refined, like a jade tree facing the wind, while the other was full of masculinity, as firm and steady as a mountain.

"Please!"

"Please!"

In the next moment, the two seemed to transform into two leopards hunting in the mountains and forests! Two figures moved, and then, with a loud bang.

Mo Ganyun was seen retreating seven steps, while Fang Che on the opposite side opened his arms and flew back two zhang like a large bird.

The moment his toes touched the ground, Fang Che spun his body, rolling sideways to form a whirlwind, his upright figure rotating like a rolling pin as he charged towards Mo Ganyun.

Both fists came out together!

Mo Ganyun stepped back, his body slightly bent, like a tiger before pouncing on its prey. As Fang Che's body approached, he turned sideways and thrust out both fists.

It was the most basic and also the most powerful move in fist techniques.

Fierce Tiger Leaving the Mountain!

With a dull thud, four fists collided fiercely, and the two separated again.

"Good!"

Fang Che stepped forward three steps, sinking his waist and sitting his horse stance, his right fist bursting out like it was carrying wind and thunder.

"Satisfying!"

Mo Ganyun on the opposite side adopted the same posture, his fist as big as a bowl rushing forward with the force of thunder.

The two fists collided again.

The two swayed their bodies, retracted their fists, and struck again! The speed increased.

Then, a continuous bang bang bang sound rang out on the stage.

They didn't hit anywhere else, just fists!

Everyone watching below almost had their eyeballs pop out.

No one cared about comparing fist and foot skills.

But such a comparison is somewhat horrifying.

If it were Mo Ganyun, as sturdy as an iron tower, choosing such a head-on fighting style, no one would find it strange.

But no one expected that Fang Che, who looks handsome and delicate like a woman, would also choose this kind of head-on fighting style! Never taking a step back! This sense of contrast gives people a sense of separation.

Yet it is full of passionate feeling! Four fists, like blacksmiths hammering iron, constantly collide on the stage! For five hundred consecutive punches, neither of them retreated.

Then, they both shouted loudly and retreated, before simultaneously somersaulting back to their feet.

Almost the same action: one leg supporting the ground, the other leg swinging out fiercely.

No more punching, now it's a leg battle.

Two slender, long legs kicked against each other on the stage with booming sounds! The two calves collided, just like two steel pipes constantly colliding! Making everyone who saw it feel a tingling in their teeth.

Although there were only two people, and they were relatively low-level martial artists fighting, it gave everyone a feeling of extreme tragedy.

Like two stars colliding! Sparks flying everywhere!

"Isn't it painful to collide like that?"

Whether they were boys or girls below, they all had the urge to rub their own legs.

For no other reason than just watching, they felt their legs were very sore.

"My cousin is so tough!"

Several girls watched with their mouths wide open, their eyes wide, their hearts filled with shock.

As the battle on the stage progressed, they only felt their hearts pounding.

"So manly! So manly!"

Several boys watched with their mouths wide open, their teeth hissing: "These legs... are about to break, right?"

On the stage, it was like two Tyrannosaurus Rexes were colliding frantically.

And below the stage, Ding Ziran, Qiu Yunshang, Huo Churan, and Xie Gongping, watching the two people fighting so barbarically on the stage, all twitched at the corners of their mouths.

The feeling of 'thank goodness I'm not the one fighting on the stage right now' arose spontaneously in their hearts.

Such opponents, indeed, no one wants to encounter! Each one is fearless! There are no other tricks, just head-on confrontation! And they can afford to be head-on! Putting themselves in their shoes... Huo Churan couldn't help but tremble his calf slightly, feeling that his leg was already broken.

Qiu Yunshang's eyes were dull, his mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but move his legs, only feeling dry mouth and tongue.

Even the two referee instructors on the stage were also dull-eyed, grimacing.

Imagining the scene of kicking like this against opponents of the same level, they couldn't help but feel a tingling in their teeth, and they quietly moved their legs and swallowed.

Whether in the Martial Academy or elsewhere, it is rare to encounter such a scene of thunder and lightning igniting a fire.

Boom boom boom...

The two collided for more than three hundred kicks, and shouted loudly: "Roar!"

They retreated simultaneously.

Then they rapidly approached, once again swinging their left legs, two left legs replacing the right, and once again colliding fiercely.

Boom boom boom...

Below the arena, a group of busybodies were counting.

"Three hundred and seventy-eight! Three hundred and seventy-nine!..."

Gradually, tens of thousands of people shouted numbers together: "Four hundred and fifty-one... Four hundred and fifty-seven..."

The ground shook.

Although everyone was just watching the excitement, they also showed admiration in their eyes as they shouted numbers.

This battle between these two had almost won the approval of the entire school.

Putting aside their strength and cultivation for the moment, such a manly way of fighting was truly rare.

There was no pretense in their head-on collisions.

Everyone here practiced martial arts, so how could they not know the feeling? Most people wouldn't be able to withstand more than a dozen collisions, let alone over three hundred consecutive kicks, and would have to change their moves.

They couldn't hold on.

They couldn't help but have a thought in their hearts: if they were on the battlefield, being companions with these two would definitely be reassuring. — This was a martial artist's intuition: people who could fight like this were not cowards!

The booming sounds on the arena continued, and the numbers shouted by the people below grew louder and louder.

They shouted all the way to seven hundred and sixty-three! The two on the arena roared at the same time, and each flew backward!

This retreat was particularly far.

Each reached the edge of the arena.

Fang Che staggered slightly, but stood firm.

Mo Ganyun over there also staggered, his right leg went soft, and he directly knelt on the ground, but immediately bounced up and stood steadily.

The two smiled at each other through gritted teeth.

Fang Che smiled particularly gently and warmly: "Was that fun?"

Seeing this gentle smile, everyone felt a strong sense of incongruity. Was the guy who was just as crazy as a Vajra descending to earth really this man with a gentle smile, warm and kind?

"Fun!"

Mo Ganyun laughed heartily, young but with a heroic spirit that seemed to swallow the wind and clouds.

As soon as his laughter faded, he simply and neatly turned to the referee instructor and said, "I lost!"

"You lost?" Fang Che was surprised? Everyone else was also puzzled, where did you lose?

It was clearly evenly matched.

Mo Ganyun said, "Losing is losing, there's nothing I can't admit. I know how much effort I've put into my fist and foot techniques. But you are definitely not the same as me. Moreover..."

Mo Ganyun laughed heartily: "If we two continue to fight, neither of us will get the championship. If we can't get it, we can't let others benefit, so I'll save some energy for you."

Fang Che smiled sincerely: "I didn't expect you to be so cunning."

"That is!"

Mo Ganyun laughed, "Besides, I will have to learn from you in the future, so I can't afford to offend you now!"

His words had a deeper meaning.

Fang Che's eyes flashed, and he instantly understood. He praised in his heart that this guy had a good eye, and then said, "Okay!"

He didn't even say a few words of modesty.

Mo Ganyun's eyes lit up, not at all offended, and he said with great anticipation, "It's a deal!"

"It's a deal!"

Mo Ganyun laughed loudly and jumped off the stage. He almost lost his balance as he stepped down, and with a muffled groan, he immediately rolled up his trouser leg right there. His entire leg was already bruised and purple, and some places were so swollen that the muscles had split and were bleeding. He grimaced and rubbed it for a while, "It hurts so much... Damn! So hard, too hard!"

"Fang Che, you're really an animal... This is the first time in all my years that I've encountered a tough nut like you."

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