The conflict finally reached Huo Churan.
Huo Churan slammed his chopsticks down, sat up straight, and looked up, his gaze cold like lightning: "Fang Che, are you here to pick a fight?"
"None of your damn business!"
Fang Che replied unceremoniously, "I'm here to chat with an old friend, who the hell are you? Do you have any right to speak?"
Huo Churan, breathing heavily, slammed the table and stood up: "Are you looking for a fight?"
"Can you beat me? Talking about fighting in front of me is hilarious."
Fang Che looked at him with disdain: "How's your recovery from the last beating?"
This sentence was truly a hit to the heart.
Huo Churan was breathing heavily, his eyes burning with anger, his hands clenched into fists.
Fang Che, however, ignored him, turned around, and slapped Wei Zihao across the face with a loud smack: "What, now that you've cozied up to Huo Churan, you don't recognize an old friend? You highway-robber scoundrel!"
Wei Zihao's face turned deathly pale.
The others had complex looks in their eyes, mixed with a sudden realization.
Highway robbery?
There was a deeper meaning in Fang Che's words.
"Fang Che, don't slander me!"
"Slander you? Last time in front of the forest, who was the bastard that sent people to rob me?"
Fang Che snorted, "Wei Zihao, if you say this one sentence today, 'The person who instructed others to rob Fang Che outside the dense forest last time is a son of a turtle and a bastard,' I'll let you off today!"
How could Wei Zihao curse himself as a bastard?
His eyes blazing with anger, he said, "Fang Che, you are being unreasonable. Have you had enough?"
"Not enough! You say I'm being unreasonable, then why don't you dare to say this sentence?"
Fang Che looked at him coldly, "Say it. Say it and you'll clear your name. Is it so hard to curse such a despicable person as a bastard, born to a cuckold?"
Wei Zihao refused to say it.
"You damn well don't dare say it!"
Fang Che kicked him.
With a loud bang, Wei Zihao was sent flying by the kick, crashing into Huo Churan's table.
The angle was just right.
Huo Churan's bowl of food flew into the air.
No one expected Fang Che to start a fight in the cafeteria, and in the sudden commotion, soup splashed all over Huo Churan.
Vegetable leaves clung to Huo Churan's head, and his chest was drenched in soup.
With a smack, a piece of monster meat fell from his hair onto the floor.
"You!"
Huo Churan stood up in fury.
He already had a fiery temper, and now he couldn't hold back any longer.
Just then, a ladle flew out from the kitchen, clattering onto the table, and a voice said, "The cafeteria is a place for eating. If you have grievances, take them outside."
From this, everyone understood that what Fang Che said about Wei Zihao was absolutely true.
Fang Che hadn't lied.
Fang Che coming to cause trouble was entirely reasonable.
As for Huo Churan, everyone remembered the arena duel and knew the situation well.
This conflict had finally erupted.
"I've finished eating!"
Huo Churan wiped his mouth, glaring fiercely at Fang Che, "Shall we go outside?"
"Finished eating? Then leave."
Fang Che leisurely sat down at Mo Ganyun's table, facing the freshly served food, "I haven't finished eating yet. Huo Churan, the cafeteria is for eating. How come you don't understand the rules? What manners do you have?"
Huo Churan and Wei Zihao were so angry their hair stood on end, their faces ashen, glaring at Fang Che as if they wanted to swallow him whole, chew him up, and immediately have a stomach ache from it.
Huo Churan snorted angrily once, then again, unable to contain himself.
Mo Ganyun's towering figure immediately stood up, cursing, "What's with the snorting? Got a problem with your nose? Are you showing me an attitude?!"
Fang Che had thoroughly enjoyed himself with the earlier hitting and cursing, making Mo Ganyun extremely envious.
This was true arrogance. Compared to Fang Che, Mo Ganyun felt he was a weak excuse for an aristocratic child.
He only regretted not having a reason to join in. Damn it, why didn't Wei Zihao rob me?
Why didn't Huo Churan fight me back then?
Now someone dared to snort in front of him?
He finally had a reason.
Naturally, he couldn't wait to stand up. If Huo Churan dared to say a single word, Mo Ganyun would explode immediately, happily inserting himself into the fray.
But Huo Churan ignored him, his face ashen, and left the cafeteria.
Mo Ganyun angrily shouted, "Why aren't you talking? How dare you snort at me... Damn it... Damn, why are you walking away so fast?"
Huo Churan and Wei Zihao were already far away.
Mo Ganyun felt utterly frustrated.
Why didn't they curse at me?
Breathing heavily, Mo Ganyun tried to keep himself from causing trouble, but he felt even angrier than Huo Churan.
"Forget it, let's eat."
Fang Che pulled Mo Ganyun to sit down.
Mo Ganyun, his face red with anger, sat down and grabbed a large bone, biting it in half with a crunch: "I'm so pissed off!"
Everyone else looked at Fang Che in surprise. Is it over just like that?
How could it be over?
Fang Che had deliberately stirred up this conflict; how could it end so simply?
But the academy's rules were right—the cafeteria is a place for eating.
The two of them quickly finished their meal.
After lunch, they left.
Everyone returned to the classroom to cultivate. This was also a tradition at the martial academy: the classrooms were equipped with formations that could analyze and provide spiritual crystals and energy for cultivators below the grandmaster level to absorb and use.
Every extra moment spent cultivating increased their strength.
So no one missed this opportunity.
But Fang Che stood up after half an hour of cultivation and walked out.
Mo Ganyun, sitting cross-legged, watched Fang Che's back, his eyes rolling, then stood up and followed him, wagging his tail like a puppy.
They searched all the way.
Finally, they saw Class Eleven.
Huo Churan and Wei Zihao were in this class.
At this time, it was lunchtime, so the instructors were mostly not around.
Reaching the door.
Fang Che didn't hesitate.
He directly lifted his foot.
"Boom!"
He kicked the door open.
With a loud bang.
All one hundred people inside turned their heads to look.
Fang Che stood at the doorway, gracefully saying, "I'm here to find two people, Wei Zihao and Huo Churan, are they here?"
The incident in the cafeteria had naturally spread by now.
The hundred people inside all had complicated expressions.
No one had expected Fang Che to be so brazen as to come directly to their class.
They couldn't help but remember Fang Che's public vow on the day of the grand competition: "Every time I see you, I'll beat you once. If I can't find you, I'll come looking for you to beat you!"
Could this be... fulfilling that vow?
Sitting among the class, Wei Zihao's complexion was even more noticeable.
Fang Che's suspicions deepened further.
Although he didn't know the exact reason, it was a valid excuse for a beating.
There were grievances.
Beating him until he couldn't bear it, Wei Zihao would reveal any hidden cards he had, and then Fang Che would analyze the situation—he was very satisfied with his method.
This led to another thought: In the future at the academy, he needed to make more enemies.
For no other reason than having a reason to cause trouble: we have grievances!
"Wei Zihao!"
Fang Che stood at the door, arrogantly pointing his finger, "And Huo Churan, if you're men, come out!"
Wei Zihao certainly didn't come out.
Coming out meant getting beaten, and Wei Zihao wasn't that foolish. He sat in his seat, head down, motionless.
But Fang Che's target wasn't really him, but Huo Churan. Wei Zihao could play the turtle all he wanted; after all, they still had five years together.
Opportunities were plenty.
But Huo Churan, eyes blazing with anger, had already stood up and was striding out.
"Fang Che! Today I'm going to kill you!"
Huo Churan roared furiously.
Fang Che stood at the doorway, not giving way as he saw Huo Churan approaching.
Huo Churan roared and threw a punch.
Fang Che blocked it.
Huo Churan followed with a palm strike.
Blocked.
An elbow strike.
Blocked.
An attempt to gouge the eyes.
Blocked.
A knee strike.
Blocked again!
Right at the doorway, a whirlwind suddenly arose.
The movements of both fighters were incredibly fast, forming a blur of afterimages in the blink of an eye, making it hard to see clearly.
Everyone watching, being sharp-eyed, drew a breath of cold air. Although the two were only using their fists and feet at the classroom door and not engaging in a large-scale fight to avoid damaging property, their speed and ferocity were absolutely astonishing.
At least among those of the same level, very few could withstand a round of this exchange.
With a loud slap, it seemed someone had been hit across the face.
Immediately, Huo Churan's angry roar was heard.
Then another slap.
Suddenly, the sound of slaps became frequent.
Huo Churan's roars of anger followed one after another.
A bit of red splattered out, landing on the face of a student in the front row. Reaching up to touch it, he found it was bright red.
"It's blood!"
Someone exclaimed.
After a series of punches and palm strikes,
There was a loud bang.
Huo Churan staggered backward, but Fang Che's body rolled up in the air. Leaning forward, he bent one leg and brought it down like a meteor, his knee striking Huo Churan's retreating chest like a cannonball.
Boom!
Huo Churan was sent flying, crashing into the wall with a loud bang, causing the building to seem to shake slightly.
He bounced back, landing on the ground, his hair suddenly disheveled.
He groaned twice, struggling to stand up. Everyone then saw that Huo Churan's eyes were bruised black and blue, his nose was flattened, both cheeks were swollen, and his lips were split.
Thick blood oozed from the corners of his eyes, mouth, nose, and ears.
The entire class was silent!
Such a brutal beating?
Huo Churan, his eyes red with fury, looked at Fang Che and roared madly, charging again.
This time, everyone saw clearly.
They saw Fang Che standing still at the door, reaching out with one punch to deflect Huo Churan's fist. With his other hand, he slapped Huo Churan's face with a loud smack, causing his head to snap to the side.
A stream of blood arced from his mouth.
Fang Che then grabbed his collar, lifted his right leg to block Huo Churan's knee strike.
He punched Huo Churan in the face.
Another punch.
And another punch!
With one hand, Fang Che lifted Huo Churan like a ragged sack, while his other hand punched his face repeatedly.
Bang!
Bang, bang, bang!
The hearts of the entire class pounded with each resounding blow.
Too brutal!
"Fang Che!"
The class monitor stood up, "Even though there are personal grievances, if you keep hitting him, there will be a fatality."
Fang Che stopped and released his grip.
Huo Churan collapsed to the ground like a noodle, his eyes glaring fiercely at Fang Che, the narrow slits of his swollen eyes flashing with malice.
Fang Che looked down at Huo Churan from above, frowning, "Look at you, you can't even fight, so why provoke me? Does getting beaten make you feel better? Pathetic!"
He spat, a glob of saliva landing on Huo Churan's lips.
Fang Che said, "Don't provoke me again in the future. Being friends, isn't that good?"
*Chapter 43 sofa by Zhang Qiyi, first chaser as Ice and Fire.*
*Three updates tomorrow. Update at 00:02.*
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