Chapter 1161: Chapter 6: It’s Over, Again! [Bonus for Alliance Hierarch Fu Xiaozhu]

In a spot unnoticed by others, Feng Xiangdong gave Fang Che a deep look, his eyes filled with immense gratitude.

Even though he could bear it, he had still lost face. But Fang Che’s cheerleading shout helped him recover much of it!

Fang Che laughed heartily, his face all sunshine, giving Feng Xiangdong a thumbs up!

Immediately, thumbs were raised high all around.

"First match, Yu Zhongge wins! Second match, Xue Wanren versus Dongyun Yu!"

With the announcement.

Xue Wanren walked out with a heavy expression

Dongyun Yu flipped into the arena gracefully and burst out laughing: "Hehehehe..."

Finally, it’s my turn to show off!

I must really show off!

But the moment he opened his mouth to start laughing, he saw Xue Wanren charging at him like a fierce tiger, shouting, "What are you laughing at! Let’s fight!"

"What the hell!!"

Dongyun Yu was about to lose it.

I waited so hard for this chance to show off, and when it’s finally my turn, you bastard don’t even give me a moment!

And you strike so sharply! It’s a completely reckless, mutual destruction strategy!

Xue Wanren, on the other hand, had another idea: I’m most likely going to lose, so why should I leave you time to show off?

If you’re going to win, you won’t win too easily!

Dongyun Yu’s cultivation was much higher than Xue Wanren’s, but under the opponent’s relentless barrage like a storm, he was somewhat overwhelmed, scrambling to cope.

Several times he was nearly knocked over on the spot.

It took unleashing all his cultivation before finally stabilizing the situation, but he was forced to break a sweat.

Xue Wanren, as long as he wasn’t careless, really had considerable combat power. After all, the Wind, Rain, and Snow Three Great Families’ foundation and combat skills, various secret moves, and cultivation techniques are top-notch on the continent.

If Dongyun Yu didn’t have far superior strength, in terms of technical combat power, it wouldn’t be surprising if Xue Wanren managed to overturn him.

Especially after Xue Wanren learned from Feng Xiangdong’s slip-up, he would not be careless. Steady and patient, not rushing forward.

It made him even more troublesome.

Dongyun Yu fought for two minutes before finally knocking Xue Wanren to the ground, himself drenched in sweat.

Breathing hard like a bellows.

"You were... had already lost... why didn’t you surrender..."

Dongyun Yu, exhausted, could hardly speak coherently: "And yet you... held out... damn it..."

Lying on the ground, Xue Wanren with a bruised face said, "Why would I surrender if I still had a chance?"

"You damn... now you lost, right?" Dongyun Yu glared sideways.

"I lost now, so what?" Xue Wanren glared back.

"Call me brother! No problem with that?" Dongyun Yu pointed at his nose.

"Brother!" Xue Wanren agreed happily. Called him straight away.

"...Damn, damn... You call me so easily, no fun... at least struggle a bit!"

Dongyun Yu’s face twisted as he jumped and roared angrily. Never expected the other side to call him so willingly.

"Then why don’t you call me brother!?"

"Never!"

Dongyun Yu leaped high.

"Although I lost to you and accept my defeat by calling you brother, I can still keep beating you in the future!"

"...Haha... Then wait, brother will gradually teach you the love!"

Dongyun Yu let out a peculiar laugh.

Shoulders shaking, feeling very smug.

Xue Wanren stood up, walked over to Feng Xiangdong, and the two exchanged bitter smiles.

These two had shown off for days, and honestly, they were the most flamboyant over these days.

And after changing the rules, it seems like every word they said ended up being a self-inflicted wound!

Directly smashing themselves to pieces and grinding into dust.

And ended up claiming a lot of big brothers!

Then it had nothing to do with themselves...

Ironically, these two, except for Dongyun Yu, were the oldest!

A group of kids became their big brothers... and this was a permanent appointment lasting their whole lives; as long as there’s a breath, they’d call them big brother! — All of this arranged by themselves.

Thinking of this, both of them really felt as if they’d rather die.

Even though Fang Che was younger, there was no pressure calling him Boss Fang, since they’d done so before.

And calling out to Mo Gan Yun and others was fine, they called them thick-skinned and no problem.

But Yu Zhongge was part of the same Wind, Rain, and Snow Three Great Families.

And used to be a little brother!

"Dong..."

Xue Wanren looked as if about to cry: "The mess we’ve gotten into today..."

"Sigh..." Feng Xiangdong also looked as if he’d rather die, then he quickly realized: "Hey, what did you call me? Dong? Didn’t you always call me Brother Dong?"

Xue Wanren snorted, "We haven’t fought, maybe you can’t beat me, right? Then wouldn’t I be the brother too?"

Feng Xiangdong was immediately infuriated, his mouth crooked, and eyes askew: "So you’re waiting for me here? Fine! Fine! Fine!"

He nodded emphatically: "I can’t beat them, but I can’t beat you and Fang Che?"

"Hehehe..."

Xue Wanren laughed lightly: "Let’s see on the field."

Currently on the field, Qiu Yunshang was battling Jing Shuanggao.

After a flip and tumble, the displayed combat power made Dongyun Yu furrow his brows repeatedly.

Xue Wanren and Feng Xiangdong watched with icy hearts.

It’s over!

Right now, this Yu Zhongge, Qiu Yunshang, Jing Shuanggao, Mo Gan Yun, Dongyun Yu... these five, it seems they’d all end up as their big brothers.

The only hope left was Fang Che!

"Boss Fang!"

Xue Wanren pleaded, "You must lose!"

Fang Che was fuming, "Xue Wanren, you sly fox! Now you’re plotting against me!"

On the field, after a fierce battle, Qiu Yunshang was defeated, and Jing Shuanggao successfully gained the older brother status.

Xue Wanren and Feng Xiangdong sighed in frustration.

Constantly scratching their heads.

"I’m not planning to go home for the next few years," Feng Xiangdong sighed to the heavens, "If I go back, I might be beaten to death!"

"Me too. I’m not going back either!"

Xue Wanren wore a face of sorrow, "But they might come here to beat us to death..."

"...Where the hell did these freaks come from!"

The stands were filled with lamentations.

The bets on Feng Xiangdong and Xue Wanren were the highest, but the two were already out.

Kicked out swiftly and cleanly.

Those who bet on them were also out, just as quickly and cleanly!

Lost everything!

There weren’t as many bets on Qiu Yunshang, but there were five or six, now all wearing twisted scowls and cursing.

The next battle was between Mo Gan Yun and Fang Che.

The two were in a pure rivalry match.

Mo Gan Yun entered the arena like a moving tower, with a "Chao Fangche" red scarf tied around his head.

He crossed his arms over his chest, a confident smile spreading across his rugged face, "Boss Fang, unless anything unexpected happens, this should be the last time. In the future, you should be called Youngest Fang or Little Fang."

Others on the sidelines shouted excitedly, "Little Fang, Little Fang is great!"

Fang Che smiled and nodded, "Honestly, I’ve been prepared for this. Even if I lose to you this time, it’s nothing surprising."

Mo Gan Yun looked even more smug, pointing at his forehead, "Remember this?"

"Of course," Fang Che nodded.

"I’m not asking for much," Mo Gan Yun said, "Just wrap it around and write ’Chao Mo Gan Yun’, and I’ll still call you Boss Fang!"

"That’s not gonna happen!"

Fang Che shook his head like a spinning top, "I can call you Boss Mo, but I won’t wear the red cloth!"

Mo Gan Yun was furious, "Then be ready to call me big brother, Youngest Fang!"

"Who knows who will win or lose. If you’re so confident, why don’t we add a bet?" Fang Che suggested.

Mo Gan Yun’s nose twitched, suddenly feeling uneasy.

He smelled the scent of another trap... Am I about to be tricked again?

But with so many people watching, how could he back down?

He steeled himself, "What do you propose?"

"If you win, I’ll wear the red cloth as you said,"

Fang Che proposed, "But if I win, it’s not too much to ask — I just bought a small house, and you take care of the interior decoration, furniture, the works, how’s that?"

"Just a small house?"

Mo Gan Yun relaxed, confidently waving his hand, "A mere house, don’t worry, I’ll help you decorate even if I win!"

"No need for that, a bet’s a bet, if I lose, I lose, I won’t exploit any advantage!"

"Alright then!"

Mo Gan Yun was eager, "Let’s do it."

"Take it easy on me!" Fang Che continued to play weak.

"I won’t hold back for sure!"

Mo Gan Yun laughed heartily, "Have you forgotten how you beat me back in the day?"

Fang Che sighed, "The Heavenly Dao’s cycles... Go ahead, give me a beating."

"Heh heh heh heh..."

Mo Gan Yun gave his characteristic villainous laugh, leaped like a tiger, and swung a punch with a booming crash, "Boss Fang ha ha ha ha... today is your..."

Before he finished, he suddenly froze.

Because right at this moment, Fang Che suddenly arched his back.

His eyes widened.

He took a diving posture.

With a thunderous roar, a surging momentum rushed forward, as if the sky was collapsing!

The overwhelming momentum made Mo Gan Yun feel suffocated.

He felt as though his whole being was trapped in a thick force field, his breathing labored, unable to move his limbs.

Sensing danger, he roared desperately, "Ah! Roar roar roar!!"

His stout arms lashed out with all their might.

But he saw a pair of fists rapidly enlarging in his pupils, coming right at him.

"Oh shit!"

Mo Gan Yun misstepped, trying to dodge. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Bam!

Fang Che’s foot had already kicked Mo Gan Yun in the waist.

Mo Gan Yun roared loudly, bracing himself and attacking again.

With a bang, his eye socket was punched.

His head snapped slightly backward, he roared again, bracing himself for a mutual damage battle.

Only attacking, no defending!

As long as I can trade a punch for a punch, just one punch! I’ll take ten times the damage to land one hit!

He braced himself, taking punch after punch, desperately trying to find a chance to clash head-on.

But he couldn’t find an opening for a direct hit; Fang Che seemed to have turned into a gust of wind.

Below the arena, Yuzhong Ge, Jing Shuanggao, and Qiu Yunshang were all dumbfounded.