Beauty Can Be Devoured

"Thank you, Brother Mo, for your concession," Fang Che said with a smile and a sincere bow on the dueling stage.

Then, he steadily stepped down from the stage.

His steps were firm, and his expression remained calm and unchanged.

The Limitless True Scripture circulated quietly, washing over the meridians in his legs, and his injuries slowly recovered.

He accepted the cloak that Fang Qingyun handed him, draped it over his shoulders, and stood at the front of the crowd, watching the stage.

Clearly, he intended to observe his opponents' battles.

He stood tall and upright, like a deep pool or a towering mountain. He seemed completely unconcerned about the legs that had just endured over seven hundred collisions, or perhaps they were simply unaffected.

This immediately made it clear to everyone who had won and who had lost in the previous battle.

It was obvious at a glance.

Indeed, Mo Ganyun had lost.

But although he had lost, no one dared to underestimate him. On the contrary, everyone felt the same way: What a true man.

In the battle of thirteen to seven, apart from Jing Shuanggao, who had a bye, everyone else indeed showed their true abilities.

Even Ding Ziran and the others could no longer win with a single move.

Everyone was locked in a fierce battle.

In the end, the top seven were decided: Fang Che, Ding Ziran, Qiu Yunshang, Huo Churan, Xie Gongping, Jing Shuanggao who had a bye, and one person who exceeded everyone's expectations.

Rain Song! This person, who was originally ranked eleventh, had been getting stronger when facing stronger opponents, and had not fallen behind.

Next was the battle of seven to four.

Obviously, one person would have a bye again.

Soon, it would be time for the champion, runner-up, and second runner-up.

Below, at the betting station, there was a clamor of voices, and people were in chaos.

After this battle with Fang Che, everyone had seen his potential, and he could be said to be a sure favorite to win the championship.

Who wouldn't want to take advantage of this opportunity? But now, the betting station was closed.

Betting was refused!

According to the instructors: It's better to wait until the champion is decided before placing your bets! That way, you're guaranteed to make a profit.

As a result, there was a wail on the Great Training Field! Although the suspense still existed, many people had lost the opportunity to make a comeback and were destined to lose money.

Because the people they had bet on had already been eliminated.

A referee came over specifically to ask Fang Che, "How are you?"

Fang Che moved his legs and smiled slightly, "I'm fine!"

"Don't push yourself."

"Not showing off."

"That's good then."

The referee then announced, "The quarterfinals will be after lunch this afternoon."

Fang Che stretched his legs slightly, feeling the Limitless True Scripture's restoration of his legs, and couldn't help but look at Mo Ganyun on the opposite side.

He felt like he had been kicking a steel bar for a long time. It really hurt, but Fang Che endured it.

In fact, even if it were more serious, even if the leg bone had already cracked, as long as it wasn't completely broken and the outcome wasn't decided, Fang Che could continue kicking without changing his expression.

The ruthlessness of an old dog: a broken leg is better than losing your life.

Fang Che stretched while wanting to laugh a little.

Mo Ganyun's legs were indeed very hard; it's just a pity that his cultivation wasn't as orthodox as his own, and his cultivation was slightly weaker.

Martial Master Third Level!

Fang Che used his Martial Master Third Level cultivation to kick against Mo Ganyun, so naturally nothing would happen.

However, one leg was still very painful. Fortunately, it has almost recovered now.

Mo Ganyun met his gaze, laughed "ha," and then strode over, his trouser legs still rolled up, revealing a shocking patch of blue and purple swelling on his calf.

It gave people a strange feeling.

Mo Ganyun walked over as if no one else was there, and put his arm around Fang Che's shoulder in a familiar manner, and asked, "You guy, doesn't it hurt?"

Fang Che was expressionless: "Who told me to win? Even if it hurts, I have to pretend it doesn't."

"Hahahaha..."

Mo Ganyun laughed again.

People familiar with him looked sideways: When did this big guy become so fond of laughing?

"Later, hit them hard!"

Mo Ganyun pointed at Huo Churan and the others without hesitation, and said, "These guys don't seem like the type who are used to head-on collisions. As long as you force them to collide a few times, I guarantee they will grimace and have trouble moving."

His words really hit the nail on the head.

After all, there aren't many people on the entire continent who can fight as hard as Fang Che and Mo Ganyun.

Ding Ziran stood alone on the side, his face indifferent as if he hadn't heard, with no reaction at all.

This person stood in the middle of a sea of people, but gave people the feeling that he was standing alone in a vast desert.

No matter how many people were around him, he was alone.

Huo Churan and the others glared at Mo Ganyun, but Mo Ganyun didn't care at all, and glared back one by one: "What, you don't agree? Why don't you have a match with me first?!"

Huo Churan and the others turned their heads and rolled their eyes.

The quarterfinals are in the afternoon, only someone brain-dead would fight Mo Ganyun, who has the strength to win the championship, right now! Even if they win, it would be a loss.

They all turned their faces away.

Qiu Yunshang, however, looked at Mo Ganyun's face and said, "After this is over, let's find a chance to have a big one!"

Mo Ganyun's eyes lit up: "Good!"

Then they started drawing lots.

Fang Che was still the first to draw.

As he took the lot in his hand, someone opposite him looked up, his eyes full of fighting spirit.

Ding Ziran! In the battle of seven advancing to four, Fang Che encountered his second target.

The others drew lots one after another. Rain Song got a bye, which made him relieved. The previous few were like beasts, and being able to fight one less match would save a lot of energy.

He was really afraid of breaking a leg or an arm in a fight, which would basically mean he couldn't fight anymore.

Fang Che smiled kindly at Ding Ziran and said very amiably, "Brother Ding, I've admired your name for a long time. Rest well at noon, and this afternoon, you and I will get intimate."

Ding Ziran didn't expect Fang Che to be so friendly. He was stunned for a moment, and his face stiffened as he said, "You too!"

With just these three words, he turned his head and left with a stiff face.

Fang Che was stunned.

He had always been known for being concise with words, but today he met someone who was even more concise? Then everyone dispersed.

Fang Che couldn't go home. Fang Qingyun grabbed him and went to the Martial Academy dining hall.

Accompanying him were four girls with smiling faces and high spirits, and eight boys with lost faces and looking as if they had lost their parents.

Fang Qingyun asked very sympathetically, "Lost again?"

"Lost..."

The eight of them almost wanted to die: "We all bet on Mo Ganyun. But you beat him."

Fang Che: "..."

But thinking about it, this made sense.

These guys hung out together every day. As long as one analysis expert analyzed that Mo Ganyun had great hope, then they would definitely bet on Mo Ganyun.

After all, brothers advance and retreat together—boys are basically like this.

This is called either a great victory or a complete defeat.

Now it seemed that there was no great victory.

If it were a group of girls playing together, the bets would definitely be different. Maybe the eight people would say they were united on the surface, but secretly bet on eight different targets.

"Cousin, you hid it too well... If you had just given us a little hint..."

The eight people were lamenting as if they were dying.

Fang Che looked helpless: "What kind of people are they on the other side? To put it bluntly, even now, if you bet on me, you still might lose! We're all freshmen, who can be sure of winning?"

When everyone heard this, it made sense.

Just then, the dishes were served, and the eight people turned their grief and indignation into appetite, devouring the food like a whirlwind.

One by one, they patted Fang Qingyun's shoulder: "Bro! I'm following you for the next six months."

Fang Qingyun widened his eyes: "Looks like you've even bet your meal money?"

The eight people wore bitter expressions.

One of them turned his pockets inside out, hanging them outside, looking pale: "Not a single coin left!"

"Pfft!"

Several girls burst out laughing, their bodies shaking.

Fang Che asked curiously, "Senior Sister Liu, what about you four?"

"We're different!"

Senior Sister Liu said proudly, "From the very beginning, before the first match, we bet on you!"

Fang Che was immediately impressed: "You really have an eye for talent. I hadn't shown anything at that time."

Senior Sister Liu gave a dry laugh and said, "It's not that we were hoping you'd win the championship. It's mainly that we wanted to see your face more often. After all, there will be many opportunities to play and eat together in the future. If we didn't bet on you, we'd be too embarrassed to eat together."

The other girls nodded repeatedly: "Our junior brother's face is good for appetite. Looking at this face, I can eat half a bowl more."

"I can eat a whole bowl more."

Fang Che was dumbfounded: It can be like this? Another senior sister said, "Besides, we didn't bet much, just consider it a fee for a pleasing appearance. We don't care whether we win or lose."

Fang Che was speechless: ...

A fee for a pleasing appearance?

When did this term ever apply to me? You must be mistaken!

This meal was very sumptuous.

Fang Qingyun was treating, there was demonic beast meat, and porridge that nourished vital energy.

After calculating the bill, Fang Che was shocked: "This meal only costs two points?"

"Of course."

Fang Qingyun said, "Did you think these points are easy to come by? If it weren't to replenish you, these two points would be enough for me to feed them for seven days."

"..."

Fang Che looked dumbfounded: "This kind of currency is really... too tough!"

In the blink of an eye, it was afternoon.

The opening act was Fang Che's! On the arena, Fang Che stood against the wind in a black, dark-gold, dark-patterned cloak, his hair fluttering, his clothes fluttering, the dark patterns undulating.

Invisibly, there was a feeling of 'injured and weak'.

But Ding Ziran on the opposite side was facing a formidable enemy! Having witnessed Fang Che's kind of earth-shattering battle in the morning, this 'weak' posture of Fang Che's could not deceive him at all.

The two stood facing each other, their eyes meeting.

Fang Che was the first to speak, "Brother Ding has come all the way here, it hasn't been easy, and I, Fang, can empathize. Before the martial arts competition on the arena, I have a word for you, and I hope Brother Ding will listen carefully."

Ding Ziran's rigid face showed a hint of surprise, and he said, "Speak."

"Brother Ding is a hero among men, and I, Fang Che, don't want to be your enemy. What's more, the arena competition is just a school teaching method, and there should be no grudges arising from it. I wonder if Brother Ding agrees with this?"

Ding Ziran nodded and said, "Naturally."

"So, regardless of victory or defeat in this battle, I hope to make friends with Brother Ding through martial arts, and everyone can become friends. I hope that in the future, we can spur each other on to make progress; and I hope that one day in the future, on the battlefield or in times of crisis, we can watch out for each other and help each other, and be each other's shield!"

Fang Che's words were extremely serious and sincere.

Ding Ziran also felt his sincerity and nodded, "Me too."

His face had always been a very stiff expression. It seemed that he was definitely a person who never smiled in ordinary times. Now, when he spoke, he was also spitting out one word at a time.

Moreover, the speaking speed was very slow.

He seemed very bad at communicating.

At this moment, he smiled slightly, which moved the stiff muscles on his face that had been stiff for a long time, making people feel a little reluctant.

But this was already the most friendly expression he could make.