Chapter 612: Chapter 150: Turning the Tide, Standing Above All [Ten Thousand Words]_3

This massive attack encompassed all the descendants of the Vice Sect Masters, and was akin to stirring up a hornet’s nest.

Immediately, the audience stand was filled with rage.

Feng Xing, Feng Yuechenxue, Bai Ye, Bi Feng, Chen Yun, and others were almost fuming with anger.

They all stood up, cursing loudly.

Fang Che was not afraid in the slightest, facing the crowd alone, with his fighting strength only increasing, not diminishing.

"Come down! Come down? Afraid now, aren’t you? Cowards with no guts!"

"If you have the ability, come down, and fall from King level realm to fight me."

"Why don’t you come down? You can’t deny you have no guts. Tsk, all mouth and no action!"

Feng Xing and others were enraged.

But they didn’t dare to come down.

After all, this was a friendship battle, and the higher-ups were watching. If they really jumped down, they couldn’t fight anyway.

Surely, someone would stop them.

At least, they couldn’t get past the four referees present.

But the guy down there just had an incredibly infuriating mouth.

It’s maddening enough to kill with no compensation.

Yan Beihan gritted her teeth, her eyes blazing as she stared at Fang Che, wishing she could jump down and stomp his face hundreds of times.

Angrily, she said, "Fang, you’re just a King level, using the stage to restrict others from coming up, playing with your words, is that fun?"

Fang Che focused his gaze and said, "This young lady is mistaken. If you all stayed up there quietly, why would I go out of my way to provoke you? Who asked someone among you to have a nasty mouth? So, it’s okay for you to mock others, but others can’t talk back to you? Is that the nature of Vice Sect Masters’ descendants?"

Yan Beihan’s chest heaved with anger, and she said hatefully, "Fang, today, I just can’t come down, but mark my words, my name is Yan Beihan, one day, you will meet me!"

Fang Che laughed heartily: "Miss Yan, you do look quite pretty, when we meet in the Jianghu, bump into each other in passing, we can talk about the beautiful scenery and insights of life."

The implication was... you may be pretty, but when it comes to fighting, forget about it.

Yan Beihan was fuming: "You just wait!"

Fang Che clicked his tongue twice, walked to the drawing box, and casually drew a lot, nonchalantly saying: "That really scared me... almost thought they would really come down to beat me..."

He pulled out a lot and handed it to Mei Han.

Mei Han frowned at him and warned: "Don’t provoke trouble without reason. Any one of them wanting to kill you, it’s not difficult."

Fang Che nodded and said: "Yes, it’s just sometimes I can’t control my mouth."

Mei Han sighed.

He looked at Fang Che with eyes full of pity.

Such a good young talent, how did he get such a mouth?

This mouth, besides being cheap, is better at provoking trouble and inviting deadly disasters than the demons of the Weiwo Zheng Sect.

"Weiwo Zheng Sect’s Bi Ren, against Guardian Fang Che!"

Fang Che’s third battle began.

And the curses from the Weiwo Zheng Sect’s stand grew louder.

Because... Fang Che was not supposed to have this rest time, but arguing with us instead gave him rest and recovery.

It’s like we gave him rest time.

Understanding this, everyone was even angrier.

Especially Bai Ye, who was getting more white-eye looks from everyone.

"What were you speaking up for?"

Bai Ye was even more depressed in his heart, gritting his teeth: "Fang Che, Fang Che! I’ll make sure he has today without a tomorrow!"

Bi Ren entered the battlefield, his expression heavy.

He had simulated countless times in his mind how to counter Fang Che’s sword, but until now, he hadn’t come up with a solution.

For as long as Fang Che argued, he consulted with Wu Shuang.

The conclusion was: there’s no way.

"Unless, don’t let him jump into the air, keep him tightly on the ground."

This was Wu Shuang’s solution.

As the battle commenced, Fang Che unsheathed his sword with a clang.

Meanwhile, Bi Ren let out a roar and charged forward with lightning speed, his long sword suddenly unfolded, and in an instant, snowflakes danced across the arena.

Fang Che did not show the slightest weakness, charging directly toward the opponent, his long sword dragging on the ground, sending a spark flying.

The sword light emerged, aimed directly at the throat. At the same time, Fang Che’s sword rebounded up, a bolt of lightning cutting through the sky, the sword light cold and piercing, slashing through mountains!

With a boom, the two collided!

Immediately, sword lights flashed and clashed continuously and fiercely.

The sound of sword and blade clashing was so dense that the ears couldn’t keep up with discerning it.

Clang clang clang clang clang clang...

Fang Che seemed to have also let loose, his sword flying up and down, easily countering all the opponent’s sword formations with each move.

Moreover, each strike was heavier than the last.

However, Wu Shuang and Bi Ren, who was fighting, both relaxed.

Because the mental method passed down in Bi Ren’s family was very profound, spiritual power naturally converted in the veins. With each weapon clash, although it seemed evenly matched, he could borrow a bit of the opponent’s strength each time.

He only needed to keep clashing, and when the accumulated strength reached balance with his internal spiritual power, it would instantly result in a double strike.

That is, the opponent’s sword energy and his sword Qi would simultaneously be released, one visible and one invisible!

Such a move leaves any enemy defenseless.

Moreover, Bi Ren had never used this move until now.

Bi Ren, although in a disadvantaged position, gritted his teeth, holding on silently counting in his heart.

Almost two hundred exchanges!

The accumulated strength was almost enough.

Finally!

With a clang, Bi Ren let out a muffled roar, his sword thrusting forward like a raging dragon. Simultaneously, his left elbow jerked, releasing a powerful and forceful sword energy!