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Chapter 92 - Chapter 72: Add More Fuel to the Fire

 

 

Yen Meng's hands seemed to tremble as she brought over the tools, still shaking.

 

Blood continued to flow steadily from the neck cavities of the deceased...

 

Fang Che's stern reprimand made Yen Meng flinch, and she began to work.

 

Sweat beaded on her forehead.

 

Although Yen Meng's actions were partially an act, there was a degree of genuine fear. She had killed before, but it was always in the heat of battle, leaving the aftermath behind.

 

She had never been this close to a dead body.

 

Tonight's experience was unprecedented, and her slow pace in digging was maddening.

 

Fang Che sighed, realizing the girl was too immersed in her role.

 

He grabbed a shovel and started helping.

 

With practiced efficiency, Fang Che dug a hole deep enough to hold the three bodies, about three meters deep.

 

He kicked each body in one by one, sprinkling a powder from the academy over them.

 

The powder caused the corpses to visibly dry up.

 

Fang Che then quickly filled the hole back in.

 

He leveled the ground, stomped it down, and jumped up and down a few times.

 

Satisfied, he stopped.

 

"Tomorrow, go buy a few spirit fruit trees."

 

Fang Che instructed Yen Meng, "Plant them nearby. If there are more bodies in the future, we'll bury them here."

 

Yen Meng's face turned pale. "What?"

 

"What do you mean, 'what'?"

 

Fang Che said, "These martial artists have honed their bodies over time, filling them with spiritual energy. After they die, the energy inside them will slowly dissipate. Planting a few spirit fruit trees here will ensure they grow lush and abundant."

 

Yen Meng felt a wave of nausea.

 

"When the spirit fruits mature, I'll have you eat them every day," Fang Che said. "They'll be fragrant and sweet."

 

"Ugh..."

 

Yen Meng imagined the scene and finally threw up.

 

On both sides.

 

Qian Sanjiang and Fan Tianiao, unaware of each other's presence, simultaneously spat in their minds: A natural little demon!

 

With the situation settled.

 

Fan Tianiao's team packed up and everyone went to rest.

 

Qian Sanjiang silently disappeared.

 

He would return tomorrow.

 

Morning.

 

Fang Che carried a bag, inside which were three boxes.

 

His face was cold and stern, exuding a chilling murderous aura as he walked towards the academy.

 

He needed to add more fuel to the fire with Huo Churan.

 

As he walked, drops of blood continually dripped from the bottom of the bag.

 

He didn't go to his own class.

 

Instead, he headed straight for Huo Churan's Class Eleven.

 

He knocked on the door.

 

A teacher was in the middle of a lesson.

 

"Fang Che, what are you doing here at this time?"

 

"Good morning, teacher. I have something to ask Huo Churan."

 

"What is there to ask?"

 

The teacher frowned.

 

Fang Che's face was pale.

 

He untied the bag, placing three boxes in front of him, and opened them one by one.

 

Three grim, terrifying heads were revealed.

 

At the same time, three identity jade tokens with flame symbols clanged as they were thrown in front of Huo Churan.

 

Fang Che stared at Huo Churan, speaking calmly, "Huo Churan, are these from your Huo family?"

 

Huo Churan suddenly stood up, his face turning deathly pale.

 

His eyes went blank, completely dazed.

 

The teacher, understanding immediately, couldn't help but glare fiercely at Huo Churan.

 

The class erupted in murmurs.

 

Various complex glances were exchanged between Fang Che and Huo Churan.

 

"Huo Churan."

 

Fang Che's voice, calm yet carrying the rumble of a volcano about to erupt, filled the room.

 

Everyone felt an inexplicable pressure.

 

Fang Che's voice was unhurried, his pace slow, but every word was clear.

 

"You and I are classmates. Even if there have been some minor conflicts between us, so what? Despite everything, have I ever tried to kill you?"

 

"For a bit of friction between classmates, you had your family send people to kill me? They came in the dead of night, showing no mercy! If it weren't for a senior relative of mine visiting, would I still be alive right now?"

 

Fang Che spoke each word with righteous indignation, "Why did you do this?!"

 

Fang Che knew well how to manipulate the situation, positioning himself firmly on the moral high ground.

 

The room fell silent.

 

Huo Churan stood there, dumbfounded, his mind a blank.

 

Among the three dead, one was Huo Churan's uncle.

 

The other two were also significant figures in the Huo family.

 

The Huo family was an eighth-tier family, far more established than Fang Che's ninth-tier family. But losing three junior Grandmasters at once was a huge blow.

 

A fire burned in Huo Churan's heart.

 

He wanted to retort: You say why?

 

You repeatedly pushed and humiliated me, beat me every day, insulted me in front of everyone—why do you think?

 

But his throat felt blocked.

 

Staring at the three heads on the ground, Huo Churan's mind was blank, unable to utter a single word.

 

Tears welled up in his eyes and began to flow.

 

Those around him couldn't empathize with his pain; instead, they felt bewildered and angry.

 

Huo Churan actually sent people to assassinate Fang Che?

 

In a martial academy, fights and beatings were commonplace—weren't they daily occurrences?

 

Someone spoke up, "Huo Churan, how could you send people to assassinate Fang Che? Sure, Fang Che beat you and bullied you. If you had the skills, you could beat him back in the future, and no one would say anything. This is a martial academy, but you sent people to kill him? That's too much."

 

Another added, "Besides, Fang Che sincerely wanted to be friends with you back then. You were the one who refused him in front of tens of thousands and looked down on him. Who humiliated who first? We're all young and care about our pride, but so does he. And you sent people to kill him?"

 

"Does that mean if a classmate injures you during a spar, you'll also send someone to kill us?"

 

A classmate said disdainfully, "I despise you!"

 

"Exactly."

 

Others echoed their sentiments.

 

Huo Churan's actions had indeed incited public outrage. In a martial academy where constant sparring and battles among students were the norm, sending assassins after being beaten was unacceptable.

 

Hearing such accusations, Huo Churan erupted like a volcano.

 

He wanted to defend himself, to say, "Don't judge if you haven't suffered the same pain."

 

Do you understand how I feel?

 

Have you been humiliated like that?

 

But as a surge of anger overwhelmed him, he instinctively thought: You bunch of trash, who are you to judge me?

 

You all came to kick me when I'm down after seeing me get beaten?

 

The ones who died are my family! Not yours!

 

Feeling wronged, furious, frustrated, and heartbroken, Huo Churan's emotions exploded. His face flushed with anger as he turned and roared, "Spar and injure me? Do you think you're worthy?!"

 

This statement truly incited the crowd's anger.

 

A classmate sneered, "Yes, yes, we're not worthy, only Fang Che is, so you sent people to kill him!?"

 

Huo Churan panted heavily, teeth clenched in rage.

 

Naturally violent in temperament, he had always been indulged by his family due to his talent. Even the demonic Three Saints Sect valued his potential, choosing him as a seedling.

 

This only made him more arrogant.

 

However, since entering the academy and encountering Fang Che, he had faced one setback after another. His mental state was already shattered. Seeing the heads of three relatives before him, he couldn't hold back any longer.

 

Now, he only wanted two things: revenge!

 

His eyes lifted from the severed heads, bloodshot and glaring at Fang Che. Through gritted teeth, he hissed, "Fang Che! You, this is a blood feud!"

 

"You should think about how this blood feud came about!"

 

Fang Che met Huo Churan's gaze with a mocking smile, retorting, "Your family sent people to kill me. If I let you kill me, it wouldn't be a blood feud, right? Huo Churan, is something wrong with your brain?"

 

Huo Churan threw his head back and roared, the last vestiges of his restraint shattering, "From today onwards, it's a fight to the death between us!"

 

"A fight to the death? Haha... what a great classmate you are."

 

Fang Che clearly didn't want to end things like this, "You sent people to kill me. I never intended to let you off!"

 

His face filled with righteous indignation, he turned to the teacher, "Teacher, I'm sorry, but today, I need to act out in your class."

 

The teacher's expression was complicated, and with a sigh, he silently turned and left the room.

 

The teacher left the classroom to Fang Che.

 

If such a deep night assassination attempt couldn't allow Fang Che to vent his anger, where was the justice?

 

The martial academy was built on martial prowess.

 

Moreover, the teacher's silent departure was a signal to Fang Che.

 

No lives should be lost!

 

Fang Che took a deep breath and rolled up his sleeves.

 

Squinting his eyes, he said each word slowly, "Huo Churan, don't you want revenge?"

 

He nudged one of the heads on the floor with his toe. The head rolled, its face suddenly turning upwards, revealing a lifeless expression.

 

The two dead, fish-like eyes stared blankly into the void.

 

Fang Che moved it with his foot again, saying lightly, "It looks like a ball."

 

Huo Churan's eyes were fixed on his uncle's face, then on Fang Che's foot, casually moving his uncle's head as if playing with a ball.

 

Huo Churan's body trembled. Slowly, he lifted his head with such force that his neck made a cracking sound. His eyes, like those of a ravenous wolf, stared at Fang Che, and he growled.

 

"Fang Che!"

 

With a roar, he charged forward.

 

Simultaneously, Fang Che, already poised like a hungry wolf, lunged.

 

With a resounding crash, the two collided.

 

They fought like two famished beasts, viciously tearing into each other.

 

Thud, thud.

 

Thud, thud, thud, thud…

 

"Executioner! Murderer! Fang Che, you heartless fiend!"

 

Huo Churan cursed as he struck.

 

Fang Che met each move with precision, countering steadily. Within three moves, he had Huo Churan suppressed.

 

Huo Churan's roars turned into curses: "You'll die a horrible death!"

 

"I will kill you!"

 

"Kill you!"

 

"Kill you, ahhhh!!"

 

With a final thud, Fang Che landed a fierce punch on Huo Churan's nose. With a sickening crack, Huo Churan's nose collapsed yet again.

 

From this moment on, Fang Che entered a relentless beating mode, with Huo Churan completely overwhelmed.

 

Fang Che's fists, like iron hammers shattering the sky, rained down on Huo Churan's body, face, and head.

 

Huo Churan's screams and curses echoed through the fierce blows.

 

Fang Che's cold and mocking taunts were also clearly audible.

 

"Sparring with classmates, can't beat them so you resort to assassination!"

 

"You're really something."

 

"Truly have some brains!"

 

"Such nerve!"

 

"Bastard!"

 

"Son of a bitch!"

 

Thud, thud, thud, thud…

 

Fang Che kept beating and cursing, enjoying every moment, his insults raining down as relentlessly as his fists.

 

 

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