Monarch Night

Yu Wen shouted loudly and leaped forward.

Fang Che remained motionless, and only when Yu Wen's momentum reached its peak and was about to attack did he finally raise his hand, revealing a pale white palm!

He slapped directly!

A loud slap echoed.

His hand smacked against the opponent's palm, sending it crashing back into his face. The wild force didn't dissipate, and Yu Wen's whole body was flung ten zhang away, landing on the ground with a thud, unconscious.

The crowd was in shock.

Too savage. No matter how you attack, I'll just slap you away with brute force!

Fang Che's expression remained unchanged, he said indifferently: "Next!"

"I am... at the Seventh Grade Martial Marquis level, here to learn."

"Slap!"

Fang Che slapped him away again, emotionless: "Next!"

"Next!"

"Another one!"

"Next..."

The last challenger, a Ninth Grade Martial Marquis at the peak, just a step away from breaking through to the King level, stepped forward.

Fang Che finally changed his stance.

But still barbaric.

He clapped his palms to meet the opponent's fist, taking two punches directly with his palms. His left hand turned into a claw, grabbing the opponent's fist and pulling the whole person towards him.

He lifted his knee fiercely, hitting the abdomen with a boom, the sound of ribs cracking.

His right hand threw a punch.

Bam!

It struck the chest.

The Ninth Grade Martial Marquis was immediately sent flying three zhang upwards, then thirty zhang across, crashing into the wall and sliding down.

Blood gushed from his mouth.

His head tilted, and he fainted on the spot.

"Someone, wake him up. Playing dead is not acceptable; under my command, I want no cowardly trash!"

Fang Che stood with his hands behind his back, his face indifferent, looking at the two King levels: "Two Kings, come out and let me, the Chief Steward, have some fun!"

The two King levels and the two in the hall had grave expressions simultaneously.

This Chief Steward is so strong!

"Mr. Fang, your Kung Fu, cultivation, and combat power are impressive!"

A King level stepped forward slowly and said lightly: "I am Ping Shansong, currently Third Grade King level. Please instruct me, Mr. Fang."

Fang Che smiled faintly: "No need to be polite, if I want to command you, I must first defeat you. Come on."

As Ping Shansong made his move, Fang Che felt the difference.

King level and Marquis level are indeed qualitatively different.

Ping Shansong's spiritual power was steady and solid, with plenty of follow-through.

Obviously, he wanted to engage in a prolonged fight, winning with deep foundations.

But Fang Che had no such patience.

The first move clashed directly and forcefully, their right fists meeting fiercely.

With a boom!

The whole Martial Arts Hall shook, and Ping Shansong retreated two steps, not falling behind, but dissipating the force.

However, Fang Che did not retreat, advancing two steps like a hurricane: "Take a punch from me too!"

Ping Shansong inwardly lamented, the previous punch had left his knuckles aching, and before he could adjust, the second punch was coming.

He punched hastily.

Another boom.

Ping Shansong retreated three more steps, his whole body trembling. It hurt!

His bones might be cracked...

Fang Che followed up with three consecutive steps, closing the distance back to its original, delivering another thunderous punch!

He sneered: "Want to trade punches? Let's make it thorough!"

Boom, boom, boom!

Ten punches in a row!

Ping Shansong was sent flying, his fist bleeding profusely, even the white bones exposed, he said miserably: "I lost."

Fang Che's fist was also bloodied, yet his demeanor was calm, pointing at the last King level: "It's your turn, come on!"

The remaining King level said lightly: "Mr. Fang, you should recover first; also, I use a sword, I am a Fourth Grade Sword King, not proficient in fist and kick."

"A sword?!"

Fang Che extended his right hand, his bloodied fist opened, his fingers flexing a few times, with a mysterious smile, he said: "In that case, I'll use a blade."

Pulled out the blade with bloody hands, saying calmly: "Come on!"

"I am Yun Jianqiu."

The Sword King struck, the sword qi was fierce.

Everyone felt a chill in their hearts, the Sword King is strong!

Fang Che's eyes narrowed, somewhat disappointed; though this Sword King belonged to the genius category, compared to Mo Gan Yun and others, he fell short.

Moreover... he had only cultivated to the level of Sword King, if not considering the power but just the sharpness of the sword qi, he was even inferior to the earlier General Level Yan Beihan.

Raising the long blade, the blade edge pointed like a thunderbolt.

Suddenly a wave of evil qi surged like an avalanche.

With evil qi running rampant, the entire Martial Arts Hall felt suddenly chilled.

Fang Che was already airborne with a flash of sword light, shouting, carelessly bringing the sword down onto the sword net.

With a clang, Yun Jianqiu's sword light shattered, forcing him back three steps.

Fang Che swooped down again.

Clang, clang, clang...

With just one cut, Mr. Fang took the offensive, his blade like lightning, constantly falling and bouncing, then falling again!

The Sword King Yun Jianqiu kept trembling and retreating, trembling, retreating.

Everyone was silent.

Finally, a loud sound.

Yun Jianqiu staggered back, his sword broken into two pieces, the tiger's mouth cracked, blood flowing from all seven orifices, looking dejected: "I lost."

"You disappoint me!"

Fang Che landed with his blade, speaking coldly: "The battle, you struck first, having the upper hand, with the first cut losing the upper hand, becoming passive in defense, with the second cut falling behind... yet you persisted until the nineteenth cut!"

"You could have conceded after the first and second cuts. You still practice sword? You still a Sword King? Where is the dignity of the sword? The bearing of a king?"

Yun Jianqiu, ashamed to no end, hung his head.

Only then did Fang Che take out some medicine powder, casually sprinkled it on his hands, and said indifferently: "I know you're from the Outer World Mountain Sect, but no matter which sect you come from, if you come here to me, you must follow the rules!"