Chapter 43: Whether Victory or Defeat, Still Friends.
Fang Che nodded repeatedly and said, "Thank you, Brother Ding, for your appreciation and understanding."
He sighed deeply and continued, "Regarding the matter with Ximen Xuri before, I won't offer any excuses. Right or wrong, true or false, discussing it now is completely meaningless. But I sincerely hope that such bloody incidents will not happen again."
He turned solemnly, facing the two referee instructors, his voice grave. "Teachers, I have a sword technique that, when used as a last resort, can instantly evaporate all the blood in my body, greatly enhancing my combat power several times over. However, if I use this technique, I won't be able to control the outcome!"
"I won't have any control over the result."
Fang Che looked at the two referee instructors earnestly and expectantly.
The two referees looked at each other and nodded, saying, "Rest assured, if Ding Jueran is not able to win at that time, we will intervene immediately to prevent any tragedy."
Fang Che nodded gratefully and bowed, saying, "Thank you, teachers."
Then he turned to Ding Jueran and apologized, saying, "Brother Ding, please don't take offense. I don't mean to look down on you, it's just that this technique is really sinister and domineering, and my cultivation is still shallow."
As he spoke, Ding Jueran felt even more of Fang Che's sincerity and nodded slowly, saying with a stiff face, "I don't blame you."
After some thought, feeling that Fang Che had always been friendly while he himself had been cold, Ding Jueran felt it was not right. So, he spoke again: "If it really comes to that moment, I will concede. However, I might not necessarily be unable to take it!"
This sentence has so many words.
Fang Che figured that this was probably the longest sentence Ding Jueran had said in the past year.
So, he nodded, chuckled, and said, "Brother Ding, remember, whether win or lose..."
Ding Jueran, with a smile tugging at the corners of his stiff face, interjected, "We're still friends!"
As he said this, his usually quiet eyes suddenly lit up.
"Hahaha!"
Fang Che laughed heartily, his arms moving in a blur as his black and dark-gold-patterned cloak billowed out like a dark cloud.
A flash of blade light.
The long blade was in his hand.
With a clang, sword qi surged from the opponent.
Fang Che's eyes narrowed as he immediately recalled the information Sun Yuan had given him: Ding Jueran, born with a natural talent for the sword, has a cold and aloof personality, difficult to approach, rarely smiles or speaks, and can go a whole day without saying a word.
Ding Jueran's sword was particularly sharp.
However, Fang Che had watched Ding Jueran's battles several times and always felt that something was off.
In his past life, he had been through countless battles, and at a glance, he could tell that Ding Jueran definitely had hidden depths.
He had encountered many people born with a natural talent for the sword, after all.
Ding Jueran's swordsmanship was indeed outstanding. However, there was still a gap between his skill and the awe-inspiring talent that would dominate his peers.
"Since he was born with such talent for the sword, he definitely cannot be just at this level. Even for a young man from an ordinary prestigious family, it wouldn't be so easy to cultivate to this level without such innate talent!"
"Therefore, when things deviate from the norm, there must be something unusual going on!"
Fang Che focused his mind.
He unfolded Sun Yuan's Scroll Blade Technique, impervious to wind and rain.
Below, everyone's expression was somewhat strange.
They all had a look of "Have I seen this episode before?"
Because the current situation was exactly the same as Fang Che's battle with Ximen Xuri before.
It was almost identical.
Fang Che once again... fell into a disadvantage!
Once again, he was suppressed!
Both sides were using a strategy of three parts offense, seven parts defense, struggling to hold on!
Many senior martial students who had reached the level of Grandmaster or even higher, were muttering to themselves: This kid, is he going to replay the last episode?
The blades shimmered continuously, and the sword qi was chilling and piercing!
The two of them rolled and tumbled, exchanging hundreds of moves in the blink of an eye.
Suddenly, there was a loud clang!
The blades clashed, sparks flying.
Fang Che relied on brute force to forcefully engage and create some distance. Then, with a loud shout, he leaped into the air.
The blade light suddenly expanded, falling like a mercury flood.
It was Sun Yuan's famous "Flying Sky Blade Technique."
The title of Blade King was derived from this set of techniques!
"The blade technique is exquisite, but its potential is average. It can't be considered a high-level combat technique, but the mastery is exceptionally proficient. In terms of this blade technique alone, it has reached the pinnacle of perfection."
The two referees watched the scene intently, silently evaluating.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
A series of clashes rang out as the blades collided countless times.
Sparks flew in a continuous shower.
The situation was instantly reversed.
Fang Che had launched nine consecutive attacks, while Ding Jueran was struggling on the ground!
With a clang, the blades collided again, and Fang Che once again flew into the air, spiraling upward.
The blade light was sharp and cold, descending from the sky like a dragon.
"Good timing!"
Ding Jueran roared. A hint of fanatic fighting spirit flashed across his usually stern and rigid face.
With a shake of his long sword, a large cluster of sword flowers suddenly bloomed.
Clang! Fang Che's body flew up again, then descended once more.
Fang Che seemed to transform into a flying bird, continuously descending and then flying up again. For a full half hour, his feet did not touch the ground!
Just the force of the blade tip touching allowed him to borrow force to fly up and strike down again!
Like an agile hawk, continuously swooping down on a rabbit on the ground.
The blade light was chilling, a constant disaster of bloodshed!
He firmly suppressed Ding Jueran.
Whenever Ding Jueran's sword light showed signs of surging, he immediately used even stronger force to suppress it!
Fang Che dived, dived again, and dived once more.
He had to force Ding Jueran to reveal his trump card!
Otherwise, it would always be a worry.
Boom!
With another loud clang, Ding Jueran staggered back, and a gap appeared in his long sword.
After all, the long sword was a weapon that relied on agility, not one for direct collisions.
Fang Che was so brutal in forcing a direct confrontation because he was using a blade!
He naturally had the advantage.
In a head-on collision, the blade defeats the sword!
With this retreat, Ding Jueran directly withdrew fifteen zhang and reached the edge of the ring!
Then, he made a sudden move: the sword in his hand was transferred to his left hand!
With a kick, the sword light suddenly soared into the sky.
There was a hissing sound in the air, and a sword Qi slashed across the sky!
As Ding Jueran rose, he seemed to be a sword himself, shining brightly as if he were going to charge into the clouds!
As Fang Che circled in the sky, his eyes suddenly flashed.
I was right. His trump card is here!
I knew that with his innate talent for the sword, his current strength couldn't be all there is!
So, it's the sword in his left hand.
He's a left-handed person!
Since he had already forced out the opponent's trump card, Fang Che no longer held back.
As the sword light surged, Fang Che roared, "Blade Display of the Floating Tower!"
Similarly controlling the blade light, he soared into the sky. With this charge, he went straight up seven zhang into the air!
Then, he spun in the air!
The blade light drew a large circle in the air, leaving a clear trace. Then, top to bottom, a series of blade mountains formed in front of him, like a pagoda!
The tip of the pagoda continued to form below, while the upper part of the pagoda became thicker and thicker!
Intense killing intent emanated from it.
In a posture resembling the descent of heavenly thunder, it suddenly fell!
The power of this strike had even reached the level of a Martial Ancestor!
This move was the Blade Display of the Floating Tower, a set of blade techniques Fang Che had obtained in his previous life!
Because he had always used a sword in his previous life, he had never used it.
Now, he had used it for the first time!
Despite Ding Jueran's innate talent for the sword, how could he be a match for Fang Che, whose strength had increased several times over? Moreover, this blade was filled with an awe-inspiring killing intent, almost enveloping Ding Jueran's entire body!
The collision of sword and blade light only produced two crisp sounds, and the long sword snapped in two.
The pagoda-like blade mountain thundered down!
Ding Jueran, holding the broken sword, staggered back. His normally silent eyes burst with fighting spirit as he wielded the broken sword to resist the blade qi.
But it was obvious that he was already outmatched.
A faint line of blood appeared on his body, where the blade Qi had cut through the skin.
Then, the broken sword was completely engulfed in the blade light.
It looked like Ding Jueran was about to be cut to pieces by Fang Che's onslaught.
Suddenly, a figure flashed by, and an instructor appeared behind Ding Jueran. He grabbed Ding Jueran by the collar and threw him out, then extended his other hand forward.
He actually reached into Fang Che's blade light, and his two white fingers, like a little girl playing with butterfly wings, lightly caught the blade tip.
Clang!
The blade of the long Saber twisted in mid-air, like a snake being grabbed by the neck.
The blade light suddenly disappeared.
Fang Che, holding the blade in one hand, stopped in mid-air.
The blade tip was in the instructor's hand.
After a moment of stalemate, Fang Che flipped and landed, sweating profusely. He took a deep breath, dispelling the blade intent in his chest, and gratefully said, "Thank you, teacher!"
The instructor let go of the blade tip, smiled, and said, "The move you said you couldn't control, was it this one?"
"Yes."
Fang Che nodded in acknowledgment, looking at the instructor with fervor in his eyes. He said, "Instructor, you're amazing. You caught it with just two fingers... I feel really embarrassed thinking about what I said before the fight."
The instructor laughed, "You've only been exposed to martial arts for a few days? To have this kind of skill, this kind of killing technique, and to be so proficient, it shows that you've truly put in the hard work. When I was your age, I wasn't as skilled as you."
"You're being modest, teacher. There's still so much I need to improve on!"
Fang Che said.
Then he turned to Ding Jueran and rushed over, "Ding Xiong, are you okay?"
Ding Jueran, still shaken, nodded and said, "I couldn't take that strike."
Fang Che replied, "It's good that you're okay."
With a hearty laugh, he said, "But don't forget our agreement. Whether we win or lose..."
A hint of struggle and hesitation flickered in Ding Jueran's eyes, but he smiled and said, "Of course I won't forget... Whether we win or lose, we are friends! In times of crisis, we watch over each other, mutually supporting and shielding!"
Unlike Fang Che's sincere and enthusiastic tone when he said these words, Ding Jueran's voice was deliberate and serious, with a solemn expression.
As he spoke the last four words, "mutually supporting and shielding," his voice became even more solemn, as if he were making an oath.
His normally lifeless eyes, as he spoke these words, suddenly ignited like flames.
This added a touch of color to his usually stiff and expressionless face.
Amidst Fang Che's laughter, there was a loud clap.
The two palms struck each other in the air.
Fang Che's face was full of hearty sincerity.
Ding Jueran's face was stiff, with a forced smile.
There was a strange warmth in it.
In the audience,
Mo Ganyun jumped up and shouted, "Count me in!"
Then burst into laughter.
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