Champion

"Stop! Fang Che wins!"

The two Instructor judges hurriedly jumped up, "He's already won, stop fighting!"

One of them quickly darted out, catching Huo Churan and stuffing a pill into his mouth.

Then, he flew back to the arena.

With two swishing sounds, two sabers fell from the sky simultaneously. Huo Churan's saber lay horizontally on the arena, while Fang Che's saber fell, severing Huo Churan's saber tassel directly, standing upright on the arena.

The red silk fluttered in the wind.

The medical team rushed up to carry Huo Churan away.

After taking his pulse, they immediately smiled, "He's fine, he's still breathing. Fang Che showed great restraint. He clearly knew what he was doing!"

Huo Churan was already unconscious, with seventy to eighty percent of his bones broken, and only a few teeth left in his mouth. His nose was not only shattered but also caved in.

He could be said to be in an extremely miserable state.

The students in the front row twitched at the corners of their mouths simultaneously.

You call this kind of injury 'great restraint'? Where was the restraint? But they didn't know that from the moment Huo Churan used that strange set of palm techniques, all the Martial Academy Instructors were already disgusted! In this situation, how could they still protect Huo Churan?

In fact, they should have stopped the beating halfway through.

But they didn't stop it at all! Just to let this guy get beaten up more.

Huo Churan was highly suspicious. If he was a demon spawn, it wouldn't be wrong to beat him to death.

If he wasn't... well, consider it a lesson. Don't think that any kind of kung fu can be used in public. This time, he took advantage as a freshman. If he used it during the competition between academies and was beaten to death on the spot, he would have no place to complain! Fang Che, victorious, once again revealed that sunny, amiable, gentle, and shy smile of a young man on the arena, looking obedient, beautiful, and lovable.

Gentle and refined, elegant and composed, he cupped his fist towards the direction Huo Churan was being carried away, "Huo fellow student, you yielded."

Below the stage, everyone had just witnessed this guy beating Huo Churan like a sandbag. Now, seeing him so gentle and elegant, everyone felt a sense of contradiction and unity.

They all had the feeling of re-evaluating him in their hearts.

"So handsome..."

The girls' eyes sparkled.

Able to write and fight, able to be a gentleman and a villain, able to fight, endure, and be gentle, School Belle Fang is really... tsk tsk, so manly.

A cloak flew up from below the stage.

Fang Che calmly put it on and shook his sleeves.

Instantly, faint starlight shimmered.

He bowed, "Thank you, teachers, for your hard work."

The two judges nodded with a smile, "Go down and rest."

"Okay!"

Just then.

A shout came from below the stage, "Hold on."

A white figure flew up.

It was Qiu Yunshang.

Everyone was stunned, what was this about?

Qiu Yunshang flew onto the arena, cupped his hands in a salute, and then said to the referee, "I concede!"

"Concede?"

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Qiu Yunshang's mouth, "I can't win even if I fight. Senior Brother Fang has already broken through to Martial Master Rank Five. I, Qiu Yunshang, can't overestimate myself. A burst of enthusiasm is ultimately no match for absolute strength. Going on stage again would just be another beating, so rather than that, I might as well concede now and maintain some dignity."

He paused, then said to Fang Che, "I need to save some energy to fight Huo Churan!"

Laughter erupted from below the stage.

It seemed Qiu Yunshang held a great deal of animosity towards Huo Churan.

A few insiders couldn't help but laugh while recalling Huo Churan's reaction and words when Fang Che showed goodwill before the battle.

Huo Churan: "I don't have time to make friends with you."

Fang Che: "Don't blame me for being ruthless today."

Fang Che: I'll beat you every time I see you! Looking at the current result, he only felt infinite irony: You want to be friends with him, but are you worthy?

You didn't cherish the opportunity when it was offered, so who can you blame for being beaten into a coma?

If you had just shown a smile back then, why would you have been beaten so badly?

Thinking of Fang Che's vow: I'll beat you every time I see you.

He vaguely felt that this School Belle Fang wasn't joking?

Everyone felt both slightly surprised and quite reasonable about Qiu Yunshang's concession.

After all, he was facing an invincible enemy.

Everyone understood.

Fang Che also smiled kindly and said, "Thank you, Brother Qiu, for your concession, which saved me from a beating. Haha, I suddenly feel less burdened."

Qiu Yunshang laughed loudly, "No need to be modest. If I could beat you, I would definitely fight, but the problem is I can't. Fighting would just be getting beaten, so... Fang Che, you truly deserve this year's champion."

"Thank you!"

Qiu Yunshang jumped off the stage.

And the third place was also decided—Rain Song.

Huo Churan was unconscious and completely lost his combat power. With that kind of injury, it would be lucky if he could recover in a year or two, let alone fight Rain Song again.

And the champion, naturally, was Fang Che.

Huo Churan had already been defeated, and Qiu Yunshang conceded, leaving no competitors.

Champion, Fang Che.

Runner-up, Qiu Yunshang.

Third place, Rain Song.

Fang Che's championship and Qiu Yunshang's runner-up position were undisputed.

However, this third-place Rain Song left everyone stunned.

If memory served, Rain Song had received two byes in the previous crucial matches through drawing lots.

Now, he had actually won without a fight and directly became the third-place winner! What kind of luck was this? But the key point was that Huo Churan, no matter what, could no longer compete with Rain Song.

And other strong contenders like Ding Ziran, Mo Ganyun... in terms of strength, they were probably stronger than Rain Song, but they had all been eliminated early!

Rain Song, this third-place winner, didn't even have a competitor.

"What kind of immortal luck is this?!"

Tens of thousands of people were bewildered.

Even Fang Che, Qiu Yunshang, Mo Ganyun, Ding Ziran, and others stared at Rain Song again and again, all feeling that this guy was a bit mysterious.

Mo Ganyun clicked his tongue, his face full of disbelief: "This... this kid definitely has something strange about him. He has such good luck, didn't get beaten up much, just wandered around this competition a few times, and became the third-place winner!"

"I was almost beaten to death, and didn't even make it into the top four..."

Fang Che's face was also a bit distorted. Compared to his own arduous struggle, Rain Song didn't even have much dust on his clothes and got third place.

Damn it, why does it feel so unfair?

Faced with everyone's gazes, Rain Song also looked helpless, his face almost stiff from a dry smile: "Luck, it really is luck."

All the students who heard him speak had the same expression.

Even their moods were the same: It would be fine if others said that, but when you say it, I really can't refute it.

Soon, the Martial Academy began to distribute the awards.

The rewards for the top ten and top hundred were distributed simultaneously.

Fang Che received two Top Grade Soul Pills, twenty Qi Gathering Pills, two Meridian Expansion Pills, two True Essence Pills, and one hundred credits. A Champion Gold Medal.

He received them directly into his hands.

In a flash, he transformed into a wealthy figure in the White Cloud Martial Academy.

Including the ten credits he received upon entering the Martial Academy, Fang Che now had a full one hundred and ten credits.

According to the standard that less than two credits could buy a large table of sumptuous demonic beast meat for more than a dozen people, these one hundred and ten points were enough for Fang Che to use for a year, and he could also buy pills and other auxiliary cultivation materials!

In an instant, he became rich.

Immediately attracting a large number of envious and jealous gazes.

There were also some eager, hungry gazes.

Fang Che ignored them all.

He only had one feeling: I've completed the mission! The life-saving secret art, Blood Burning Art, which is crucial to my life, is about to be in my hands!

Subsequently, the Martial Academy announced a piece of news: tomorrow, the new students will be officially divided into classes and start their lessons.

A burst of cheers erupted.

Then, the Martial Academy announced another piece of news: tomorrow, the second, third, fourth, and fifth grades will begin their assessments!

And the punishment mechanism was announced.

Instantly, the wails in the entire Great Training Field practically echoed through the sky! They had just lost everything in gambling and were now facing exams! Moreover, this exam would almost certainly result in punishment!

This was truly like adding insult to injury, a leaky boat sailing against the wind!

Those older students who had lost their bets were practically wearing the words 'bereaved of parents' on their faces! Countless older students began to cozy up to Fang Che: "Junior brother, from now on, I'll follow you. See you in the cafeteria tomorrow!"

Fang Che chuckled: "You lost?"

The older student looked ashamed: "I lost. Cleanly."

"Since you lost, you didn't bet on me, right?"

"Uh..."

"You weren't even willing to bet on me, and you want to eat with me?"

Fang Che looked surprised: "Senior brother, what are you thinking? You should go eat with whoever you bet on. What are you doing with me?"

"Ahem... Junior brother, you're so rich now. Besides, is it so hard to treat struggling senior classmates to a meal? Junior brother, think big."

This sentence could be said to be a weapon against generations of new students.

It was even a weapon against some older students.

Few people could withstand this sentence. Generally, they would choose the idea that 'it's nothing to buy a meal, just get through the immediate situation, can't have a bad reputation as soon as a new student arrives at the Martial Academy,' and then give in.

But Fang Che was clearly not one of them.

"Senior brother, you're joking. Did I cause your financial difficulties?"

Fang Che looked innocent.

"..."

The older student looked angry: "Fang Che, junior brother, why be so petty?"

"Senior brother, if you're not petty, why come to junior brother to haggle over this meal?"

Fang Che said, "Senior brother, don't be too petty! You're even trying to save a meal? Seriously? Aren't you begging? A beggar?"

"Fang Che, even if you don't treat us, there's no need to speak so harshly." This was another big label being thrown down.

"What do you mean 'treat'? Do I owe you a favor, senior brother?"

Fang Che asked with a surprised expression, "Those who bet on me can't be considered as me owing them a favor, because they won with me, so I don't owe anyone. How can you guys who didn't bet on me still want me to treat you?"

"Because you bet on others and lost your points to eat, and then you come to the winners who didn't bet to ask for a treat? Where's your face?!"

"I just want to ask, where in the world is there such a principle?"

Fang Che asked in surprise, "Can someone explain this to me?"

Last night, an old reader contacted me, asking why their posts were being deleted when reading my book.

I was stunned; I haven't done that in ages.

So I asked, "About the new book?"

The guy said, "While reading Evil Monarch, I posted twice and they were immediately deleted."

I nearly fainted on the spot: "Bro, you're reading a book from over a decade ago. Why would I bother to dig it up just to silence you? But this is bizarre. Which book doesn't even have any moderators left except for me?"

"How were they deleted?" Then I told him, "I bet you were cursing me to be struck by lightning..."