Whether Winning or Losing, We Are All Friends

Fang Che nodded repeatedly and said, "Thank you, Brother Ding, for your regard and understanding."

He sighed and said, "Regarding the matter of Ximen Xuri before, I won't offer any defense. Right or wrong, good or bad, it's meaningless to talk about it now. But I sincerely hope that such bloodshed will not happen again."

He turned solemnly, facing the two referee instructors, his voice deep and concentrated: "Teachers, I have a saber technique. If I am forced to the extreme and use it, it will instantly evaporate all the blood in my body, allowing my combat power to increase several times. And once that move is unleashed, I have no control over it!"

"I can't control the outcome at all."

Fang Che looked at the two referee instructors earnestly and expectantly.

The two referees exchanged glances and nodded, saying, "Don't worry, if Ding Ziran is no match at that time, we will take action immediately, and nothing tragic will happen."

Fang Che nodded gratefully and saluted, "Thank you, teachers."

Then he turned to Ding Ziran and said apologetically, "Brother Ding, don't misunderstand, I don't mean to look down on you, it's just that that move is really evil and overbearing, and my cultivation is really shallow now."

Hearing him say this, Ding Ziran felt his sincerity even more, nodded slowly, and said with a stiff face, "I don't blame you."

After thinking about it, he felt that Fang Che had been friendly all along, while he had been cold, which was not right, so he opened his mouth again and said, "If it really comes to that moment, I'll just admit defeat. However, I may not be unable to withstand it!"

That was a lot of words.

Fang Che estimated that this should be the longest sentence Ding Ziran had said in the past year.

So he nodded, laughed, and said, "Brother Ding, remember, regardless of winning or losing..."

Ding Ziran's stern face showed a hint of a smile, and he interjected, "We are friends!"

When he said this, his usually silent eyes suddenly lit up.

"Hahahaha!"

Fang Che laughed loudly, his arms shook, and the black dark gold patterned cloak flew out like a dark cloud.

A flash of saber light.

The long saber was in his hand.

On the opposite side, with a clang, sword energy rose.

Fang Che's eyes flashed, and he immediately remembered the information Sun Yuan gave him: Ding Ziran, Innate Sword Bone, cold personality, difficult to approach, serious, usually can go a day without saying a word.

Ding Ziran's sword was particularly sharp.

But after watching Ding Ziran's battles several times, Fang Che always felt that something was wrong.

In his previous life, he had experienced more than a thousand battles, and he could see at a glance that Ding Ziran definitely had something hidden.

Because he had seen many people with Innate Sword Bones.

Ding Ziran's sword was indeed outstanding. However, there was still a gap between him and the kind of amazing talent of Innate Sword Bone that suppressed his peers! "Since he is an Innate Sword Bone, it is impossible to have only this level. If he is not an Innate Sword Bone, it is not so easy for an ordinary young man from a noble family to cultivate to this level!"

"Therefore, something is abnormal, there must be a demon!"

Fang Che perked up.

The long saber unfolded Sun Yuan's Sweeping Earth Saber Technique, impenetrable to wind and rain.

Below, everyone's expression was a little strange.

They all had a look of, 'Haven't I seen this episode before?'

Because the current battle situation was exactly the same as the previous battle between Fang Che and Ximen Xuri.

It was almost identical.

Fang Che was once again... at a disadvantage!

He was suppressed again! Still defending seven parts and attacking three, struggling to hold on!

Many high-grade Martial Students, even those at the Great Grandmaster realm or higher, even General-level and Commander-level, were all muttering in their hearts: This kid, isn't he going to replay the last episode again?

The saber light was dense and continuous, and the sword energy was cold and piercing!

The two rolled and tumbled, exchanging hundreds of moves on the stage in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, with a loud clang.

The sabers and swords clashed, sparks dazzling.

Fang Che indeed relied on brute force to forcibly parry a blow, creating distance. Then, with a loud shout, he soared into the air.

The saber light suddenly unfolded, scattering like mercury spreading across the ground.

It was Sun Yuan's famous 'Flying Sky Saber Technique'.

The name of the Flying Saber King came from this saber technique!

"The saber technique is exquisite, but the potential of this saber technique is average. It can't be considered a high-level combat technique, but it is mastered exceptionally purely. As far as this saber technique is concerned, it has reached the point of perfection."

The two referees stared at the field, secretly commenting in their hearts.

Clang clang clang...

A series of sounds of weapons clashing rang out, the sound of sabers and swords colliding countless times.

Sparks scattered in a continuous stream.

The situation reversed in an instant.

Fang Che occupied a full nine layers of offensive, while Ding Ziran was struggling to support himself on the ground! With a clang, the sabers and swords collided again, and Fang Che once again flew up with the saber light, circling in the air.

The saber light was stern, like a long dragon descending from the sky.

"Coming well!"

Ding Ziran shouted loudly, and a hint of fanatic fighting spirit flashed on his usually cold and rigid face.

With a shake of his long sword, a large burst of sword flowers suddenly bloomed.

With a clang, Fang Che's body flew up again, diving again.

Fang Che seemed to have transformed into a flying bird, constantly falling and flying up, his feet not touching the ground for a full quarter of an hour! The force of just the saber tip touching was enough for him to borrow strength to fly up and strike down again! Like a nimble eagle, constantly pouncing on a rabbit on the ground.

The saber light was cold and stern, every moment a bloody disaster! He suppressed Ding Ziran tightly.

As long as Ding Ziran's sword light showed signs of surging, he would immediately suppress it with even stronger force!

Fang Che swooped down, swooped down again, and swooped down yet again.

He had to force out Ding Ziran's trump card! Otherwise, it would always be a concern.

Boom! With another loud crash, Ding Ziran staggered backward, the long sword in his hand already chipped.

After all, long swords were meant to be light and agile weapons, not for head-on collisions.

Fang Che was forcing a direct confrontation so savagely because he was using a saber!

He had a natural advantage.

In a head-on clash, the saber countered the sword!

Ding Ziran retreated, directly backing up fifteen zhang, right to the edge of the arena!

Then, he suddenly made a move: the sword in his hand switched to his left hand! He pushed off with both feet, and the sword light suddenly soared into the sky.

There was a hissing sound in the air, and sword energy actually slashed horizontally! As Ding Ziran shot up, he was like a sword, shining brightly as he rose, as if he wanted to pierce straight into the white clouds!

Fang Che hovered in the sky, his eyes flashing.

As expected, I guessed right. The trump card is here!

I knew that with this kid's Innate Sword Bone, his combat power couldn't be just this!

So it was a left-handed sword.

He was a southpaw! Now that he had forced out the opponent's hidden move, Fang Che no longer held back.

As the sword light rose, Fang Che roared, "Saber Performance of Stupa!"

He also controlled his saber light, soaring into the sky, directly rising seven zhang into the air!

Then, he spun in the air! The saber light drew a large circle in the air, leaving a complete trace, and then, head down and feet up, layers of saber mountains formed in front of him, like a pagoda! The tip of the pagoda continuously formed below, while the body of the pagoda above became thicker and thicker!

Fierce killing intent emanated out.

In a posture of heavenly thunder descending upon the world, he fell fiercely!

The power of this strike had even reached the level of a Martial Ancestor! This saber strike was a set of saber techniques Fang Che had obtained in his previous life: Stupa Three Sabers!

Because he had always used a sword in his previous life, he had never used it.

Now, he used the first move! Even with his Innate Sword Bone, how could Ding Ziran be a match for Fang Che, who had increased his cultivation several times over? Moreover, this saber strike was filled with chilling killing intent, almost completely covering Ding Ziran! The sword light and saber light collided, and with just two dings, the long sword snapped.

The saber mountain stupa crashed down! Ding Ziran held the broken sword, staggering backward, his dead eyes bursting with fighting spirit, the broken sword constantly waving, resisting the saber energy.

But it was clear that he was already outmatched.

A trace of blood appeared on his body, where the saber energy had already cut his skin.

Then, the broken sword was completely submerged in the saber light.

Seeing that Ding Ziran was about to be torn to pieces by Fang Che.

Suddenly, a figure flashed, and an instructor appeared behind Ding Ziran, grabbing Ding Ziran's collar with one hand and throwing him out, while extending the other hand forward.

He actually reached into Fang Che's saber light, and two white fingers, like a little girl playing, caught the tip of the saber as easily as catching butterfly wings.

Clang! The long saber's blade twisted in mid-air, like a snake whose vital spot had been seized.

The saber light vanished abruptly.

Fang Che, holding the saber in one hand, hung upside down in mid-air.

The tip of the saber was in the instructor's hand.

After a moment of stalemate, Fang Che flipped over and landed, drenched in sweat. He exhaled deeply, dispersing the saber intent in his chest, and said gratefully, "Thank you, teacher!"

The instructor released the saber tip and smiled, "The uncontrollable move you mentioned, is it this one?"

"Yes."

Fang Che nodded in acknowledgment, his eyes filled with fervor as he looked at the instructor, saying, "Instructor, you're amazing, you pinched it with just two fingers... Now that I recall what I said before the fight, I feel extremely ashamed."

The instructor laughed, "You've only been in contact with martial arts for a few days, yet you already possess this level of cultivation, this kind of killing technique, and you're so skilled at it. It's clear you've truly put in the hard work; I wasn't as impressive as you at your age."

"Teacher is too modest, there's still so much room for improvement for me!"

Fang Che said.

Then, turning to look at Ding Ziran, he strode over, "Brother Ding, are you alright?"

Ding Ziran, still in shock, nodded, "I couldn't have taken that saber strike."

Fang Che said, "It's good that you're alright."

He then laughed heartily, "Don't forget our agreement. Regardless of victory or defeat..."

A trace of struggle and hesitation flashed in Ding Ziran's eyes, then he smiled slightly, "Naturally, I won't forget... Regardless of victory or defeat, we are friends! In times of crisis, we watch out for each other, we are each other's shield!"

Unlike the sincerity and enthusiasm in Fang Che's voice when he spoke those words, Ding Ziran spoke each word of 'Regardless of victory or defeat, we are friends! In times of crisis, we watch out for each other, we are each other's shield!' deliberately, his expression serious, his voice stiff and solemn.

When he spoke the last four words, 'each other's shield,' his voice was even more grave, as if he were making an oath.

And his deathly still eyes, as he spoke these words himself, instantly ignited like flames.

This suddenly added a bit of color to his usually stiff and rigid face.

Fang Che laughed loudly, and with a smack.

Two palms met in the air.

Fang Che's face was full of hearty sincerity.

Ding Ziran's expression was stiff, with a forced smile.

It was strangely heartwarming.

Below the stage.

Mo Ganyun jumped up and yelled, "Count me in!"

Then he burst into laughter.